<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/>Rogue felt like she was on fire.<br/><br/>Her mind was a tornado of feelings and emotion, of thoughts and needs and desire. Lust. Heather's brief touch had left her wired, those few seconds enough for the girl to transfer enough energy to likely keep Rogue up for the rest of the week. That hadn't been what Heather intended of course--that was just the extra from Heather transferring energy, as Rogue stole more from their contact, giving herself Heather's powers. The girl's thoughts and feelings flooded her mind as quickly as energy flooded her body. Those four second of touch had sent the Southern belle from zero to one-hundred miles per hour in the time it took most people to blind.<br/><br/>A part of her recognized that wasn't normal. Heather had boosted her before. But there was something different this time. Perhaps it was because this time, Heather was celebrating nearly a month of celibacy. Perhaps it was because this time, Heather was well and truly caught up in the feelings she had for her roommate, feelings that Rogue had no idea existed. But she felt them in that moment, her heart racing as a need for her roommate filled her, a lust...a love? If nothing else, Heather was willing to give her what she needed so badly, without care about her own personal safety. And after an intense evening with Salem, after so many troubles, Rogue needed a release.<br/><br/>"Wha...?" Rogue muttered when Heather started giving orders. In enough of a state, she obeyed...after a moment. Her fear gripped her, at the thought of how dangerous that would be. If the sheet moved, or failed, if they touched...But Heather said please. She heard the need in the girl's pleading, and that alone made Rogue whimper. So, slowly, she started to mimic Heather as best she could. The clothes weren't the same, but close enough. It didn't take long for Rogue's upper body to be exposed. Night shirt gone, bra gone...Her large, firm breasts were free, nipples hard and prominent, a flush across her skin, as hands shakily moved under the sheet to get rid of her panties. She shivered as Heather started to wrap her in the silk sheet, trying not to think about how close to her bondage fetish they were treading. "Heather..." she groaned.<br/><br/>Rogue's firm, toned, fit body shivered under her roommate's touch through the sheet. She was frozen otherwise, eyes just wide as she watched Heather. Her legs had to be coaxed open, closed tight as they had been, thighs rubbing. Heather quickly filled the space between them, eyes still up at hers...The girl would find the soaked spot she was looking for. The first miss made Rogue sigh, feeling how close the girl was. The second was right on the mark, and she gasped, her lightly bucking, as she moaned softly. The two had never gone this far before. Rogue had never been that turned on in her life, before. One hand moved over her chest, grabbing and massaging one of her breasts as she stared down at Heather's rainbow-colored hair. The other found Heather's hand on her stomach, the silk sheet folding over it as Rogue covered it with her own, holding it.<br/><br/>"<em>Heather</em>..." she whimpered again, needy, too impatient for the slow pace that her roommate was giving her. But she did as she was told, and laid there, enjoying it, giving the living battery what she had wanted for so long now.