<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.sportshdwallpapers.com/download/actress-eliza-dushku-performing_1920x1080_615-hd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tennis Court<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 3rd, 4:45 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Set #2.<br/><hr/><br/>Salem agreed to that? Part of Rogue kicked herself. Dammit girl! She really should know better than to let this go on, and encourage it. It was bad enough that she had encouraged Heather to the point she was at. Now she was doing it with Salem? It was almost as if she wanted to set herself up for disappointment, for being hurt.<br/><br/>Her touch was death, and Rogue knew that. She couldn't ever hold someone close. She'd never be able to kiss someone, hold their hand without a glove. Every moment around someone she had to be mindful of if she had any skin exposed, and how easy it might be for them to touch her there. She had to live in her own bubble of isolation, no matter how much Heather tried to be the little nymphomaniac she was and push those boundaries. Someone like Salem, kind and innocent as she was, would only be hurt by thing going forward. If anything went forward. And maybe nothing was going forward. Maybe she was just drastically over-thinking things. They were just joking around, teasing each other, right? Salem had just said she had a few guys on her mind. This talk of being with a girl was likely just Salem being...Salem?<br/><br/>That didn't event make sense...<br/><br/>"Whatev'ah you say, love," Rogue just challenged as the girl said she was set to lose either way, "So...What that a squeal Ah heard?" Teasing was needed, it had to continue, she just couldn't help herself. Rogue had to set herself up for disappointment and pain...<br/><br/>She was soon down, and Salem fought back on the court with a vengeance. Salem won that next set, and the two girls fought tooth and nail to with the first game. The end of game one went to Salem, however, leaving Rogue a bit sweaty and flustered on the opposite end of the court. They were both red in the face and sweaty already, and they still had at the very least two more games to go, with numerous sets in them. It was going to be quite the long evening for them, longer even, as the teasing and flirting continued throughout it. As they swapped sides of the court, Rogue continued to make the occasional pass at Salem, to mess with the girl. Not every time, though--just to keep the girl wondering of if she would do something or not. Sometimes the anticipation, waiting for it to happen, wondering when it would happen, was worse (or better) than it actually happening.<br/><br/>The girl were tied two games each as the sun would start dipping below the horizon, their time to finish running out. Rogue was sitting on the court near the net, though, water bottle in hand, trying to catch her breath. She was a hot, sweaty mess. Her top stuck to her skin, her skin was flushed, her muscles ached and protested. But she was smiling. She was having a lot of fun, regardless of how all of this turned out.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Sal..." she panted out, offering up her water bottle if the other girl needed a drink. "Ah don't have cooties...Well. Hm, I might actually..." Did her power count as cooties? It was a thought..."You ready to admit defeat yet? Because Ah'm starvin' now. A good dinner is startin' t' sound pretty damn good..."