<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, 7:00 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Game, Set, Match...Ohhhh, this is bad...<br/><hr/><br/>This was bad. This was a mistake. Rogue knew it was--there was no universe in which this ended well for her at all. There was no possibility, no statistic, no chance of anything other than pain and disappointment coming from this. Flirting? She knew better, and she knew how quickly she could lead someone on. How sincere she could appear...Because in truth, everyone she flirted with she did, on some level, mean it with. The Southern belle craved attention, intimacy, and the feeling of being wanted. Seeing other people so close around the mansion, holding hands or kissing or hugging or just enjoying one another's company in general made her jealous. She wanted that, she<em>needed</em>that.<br/><br/>She would never have that. All because of her mutant "power." Her curse. She was a walking death machine. Feeling another's touch was something forever lost to her, unless she wanted to feel their pain as she drained their life from them. As she stole what made a person who they were, taking memories, feelings...everything.<br/><br/>And so here she was, flirting a storm up with someone as innocent and naive as Salem. It was wrong, she was going to hurt the girl that was starting to think there was truly something there. And there was, but, it couldn't happen. It was wrong. It was<em>wrong</em>...<br/><br/>...It felt so good.<br/><br/>Rogue laughed as Salem admitted she liked being spanked. That only earned the younger girl a firmer smack the next time they passed. It was surprising, in truth. She would have figured that Salem Summers, or all people, would be as straight-laced and vanilla as it came. But once again she should have known better. Salem was as repressed and frustrated as she was herself, and Rogue knew where he own tastes lay. Being unable to experience anything had left her to explore, to experiment, and see what could all be done to a body for intimacy without touching it. There was a collection of books inside her mattress and a number of pages bookmarked on her laptop that hit on a number of fetishes most people would probably turn their nose up at. Rogue didn't care. It helped her.<br/><br/>"Maybe Ah'll get a paddle for th' next game..." she taunted the other girl, as they took up their new sides of the court. It was hard to keep her eyes off of the other girl now. The tank top that left it a bit clear there was nothing else under it...The less clothing, the more revealed skin, was more dangerous, but damn if Salem wasn't a sight. The games seemed to fly by, the two girls exchanging points. Rogue was playing not only to win (maybe) but also to extend the game. Drag it out as long as possible...She was afraid of what might happen when one of them won. They passed each other at the net, switching sides for what would be the final set of volleys for the night. There was almost no light to see by, the bare minimum there to play with. And when they passed, she knew Salem would wait for it...And the spank came, a few moments late. It hit the girl's covered bottom with a loud smack, fingers digging in for a brief squeeze, before they parted ways.<br/><br/>That was too addictive...<br/><br/>"Mmm...Who said anythin' 'bout bein' allowed to?" Rogue taunted Salem. Yes, they couldn't leave campus. Yes, most of them were tagged and tracked at all time. But there were options. There was that section of the mansion with a bar and other areas students under twenty-one couldn't get into. She knew a girl as straight-laced as Salem would never consider breaking a few rules...But she could tease her about it, that sense of forbidden taboo spicing an already tense and hot situation up ever further. "Now, what do Ah want for dinner..."<br/><br/>Famous last words, though. The final set would be intense, and hard. Both girls' bodies were complaining from over two hours of constant activity at that point. But finally, the game was over. Salem hit a perfect shot, and Rogue tried to catch it...but it was gone, and all the Southerner got for her efforts was a trip and fall to the ground, after she lunged to try and catch the ball. Tumbling, she let out a loud groan of frustration at the loss, rolling over her back and just staring up at the sky for a minute.<br/><br/>"Damn!" she cursed, and laid there, catching her breath. Salem won. That meant...drinks? Unless the girl was going to admit this had all been play...Rogue honestly wasn't sure which she would prefer more.