<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mfs9DGd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Salem Summers | “Cyclops”<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:50 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Salem and Rogue say goodbye until tomorrow night.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>Autumn Tennis Clothes (http://i.imgur.com/XrBXtHZ.jpg) --  No more sweater though, this Tank Top is underneath (http://i.imgur.com/g9wXhu3.jpg)<br/><hr/><strong>“Mmhmm”</strong>She hummed softly and nodded her head. Her eyes had closed as well behind the ruby quartz. Rogue needed affirmation about being admired, twice. Salem just nodded for the third take.<br/><br/>This had gone so well. Salem was shocked. She smiled at Rogue with a comforted feeling in her chest. The feeling spread down to her fingers and toes. A full body sensation of happiness. She’d dried herself, and she found herself starting to feel cool again. The adrenaline rush that she’d gotten from pushing herself a bit too hard was starting to fade. But her dopamine levels continued to rise,<em> ‘I can practically feel it.’</em>She closed her eyes to take a deep breath.<em>‘This is good.’</em><br/><br/><strong>“Drink with an x-men... “</strong>She laughed, repeating Rogue, and just biting her lip in response, unwilling to expose any of herself more for the moment. She had already told Rogue that she liked older men quite a bit. Repeating it now wouldn’t have been nice, not while the two of them were flirting and enjoying the idea of being a couple, even if it was a fantasy.<br/><br/>Salem enjoyed the only kind of kiss Rogue could give her, and she hummed in response to the intimate intention. Her eyes fluttered a bit, it was a good sensation, and the closest she’d gotten to a kiss in years.<em>‘Oh god.’ </em>She was glad that had stayed inside, over reacting to something so innocent would have been a bit too telling.<br/><br/><strong>“I want keep you waiting, promise.” </strong>Their interaction was winding down, their tone of voices were going down in register, and they were preparing to leave each other’s company. It felt sudden tonight, it had never felt like that before. So, Salem knew what that might instinctively.<em>‘I don’t want her to leave. I want to go back to her room?’ - ‘Do I?’ - ‘I mean, if I went back to her room, I would be sleeping on the floor probably, or with her roommate.’ - ‘Heather Donald…’ - ‘Oh wow… Rogue lives with Heather Donald.’ - ‘Rogue is repressed, Heather has an armful right now… I wonder if that’s a good pairing.’ - ‘Just maybe it would be-’ - ‘OOoop!’</em>Rogue’s hand came around for a hard smack on Salem’s ass, and Salem actually moaned.<em> ‘I’m gonna tend to myself tonight, I’ll have to.’</em><br/><br/><strong>"Tomorrow Night, Bye Rogue."</strong>Her voice was gentle and full of longing.<br/><br/>Salem took a few moments to watch Rogue walk away before she packed her bag up. She left two tennis balls on the court, unable to locate them in the dark. She was chilly by the time she was following Rogue into the mansion. The girl that she had a date with tomorrow night had already found her way inside. Salem happily marched toward the school with her racket over her shoulder.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>-END OF SCENE-</strong></span></div>