<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue is woken up after struggling to get to sleep.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>The touch to her thigh, through the silken sheets, was unexpected. It shouldn't have been unexpected. Rogue had lived with Heather long enough to know the girl would be in someone's bed doing the horizontal tango, the upside-down waltz, and the Charleston special all night long. And then the next day. And that night...<br/><br/>Still, it made her body tense. The sheets were soft enough, thin enough, she could almost fool herself into thinking what she felt was skin. The heat from Heather's hand was easily felt through the sheer material. What the two of them did was still new to the Southern belle. No one had been so recklessly stubborn in dealing with her. Heather had to know by now how dangerous being so close to her was. Pushing these boundaries, testing the shark-filled waters, it wasn't going to end good. For either of them. If she hurt her roommate, one of the few she was comfortable calling a friend...Rogue couldn't think about it. And worse, if she absorbed the nymphomaniac aspects of her personality, the pain and damage she might cause everyone around was just...No. No. They had to stop.<br/><br/>...Maybe tomorrow.<br/><br/>"You think I sound foxy, n'matter how I talk..." she chuckled tiredly as she sat up. A simple move of the sheets and Heather's hand was covered, Rogue's uncovered hand briefly landing on it. There was the faintest catch of her breath when that hand started to knead her firm, toned thigh. And it stayed caught in her throat when Heather's other hand started to pull the sheets up her stomach. A shiver ran through her body...but after a few seconds of enjoying the "touch" she pushed the girl's hands away, and leaned in closer. "Mmm...You know what you could do?" she hummed, her accent dropping into a sultry whisper, "...Give me half a sammich..."<br/><br/>How did she make asking something so simple, sound so naughty? That would ever be one of Rogue's mysteries. But just masking a soft click of her tongue, as if she was going to nip at Heather's nose, she started to lean back. She knew what the girl wanted, and she wasn't ready to give in just yet. She was still more sleepy than in any kind of mood. Her roommate would have to try harder.