<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 starting to realize it's hard to tell Heather "no."<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>Heather was lying. She had to be. For Rogue's sanity, she<em>had</em>to be lying when she said that touching her had never hurt. Skin on skin contact had to hurt. It hurt everyone, herself included. That was her curse, and it had to stay that way, or else all of this time spent alone, isolated, was for nothing. It was a self-torture--and she dare not let herself think that would ever change. To get her hopes up about being normal, about enjoying things everyone else took for granted...It was too painful to think about. To even consider.<br/><br/>But she could dream...As painful as it was, she could dream. And a certain rainbow-haired girl was an annoying constant in them lately, as if something was taunting her. A girl so eager to please, and yet, still unable to do so.<br/><br/>"You should be down there more often..." she muttered, caught up in the moment. She shivered and hissed softly at the feeling of the hair tickling her skin. Her so sensitive, touch-deprived skin...And then the lips touched the flesh of her chest. A tongue swiped up the jelly, and licked across her skin. Rogue gasped out loudly, moaning as she absorbed energy and life from Heather. Her tiredness was gone in a literally flash, her eyes opening wide as a shudder shook her body. Heat and feelings and thoughts flooded her body, the extra contact giving her a brushing of Heather's mind. Her personality. It was amazing the difference that two seconds could make. A quick touch would do nothing more than give a light taste of the girl's power. That scant bit more gave her a taste of heather's mind, her core growing hot and needy, and she almost whimpered in protest when Heather pulled away.<br/><br/>A hand wrapped itself in the silk sheets and held the girl's arm as she started pushing her down. At first it seemed she might be pushing Heather away...Soon it was clear she was keeping Heather from pulling back, even as the girl pushed her flat on her back, saying they shouldn't, but staying close.<br/><br/>"We can't...Ah can't..." Rogue whimpered, agreeing, biting her lip. But her eyes were needy as she looking at Heather, the girl perhaps recognizing the same need she lived with--that had been repressed in Rogue for years. "Heather...Use the sheet, don't...don't stop..."