<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/>Rogue was absolutely still, where she was laying on the ground. If she wasn't as fit as she was there could have been the very real concern that after such an intense and strenuous tennis game she had just suffered a heart attack, and was passing her final moments there on the court. A small part of her almost wished that was true. It was a small nagging voice that had been with her for years. Louder in some moments, quieter in most, it was the voice of nihilism that someone in her position often dealt with. Fed by her isolation and loneliness, feelings that only got worse the more people she was around, it was a constant reminder that her pain was a prison of her own making. There was always going to be one simple, easy way out. No more worrying about accidentally killing someone by brushing up against them, no more jealousy of seeing others take for granted something as simple as a touch, a hug, holding hands...<br/><br/>But that voice was silenced as Salem walked over. Rogue was on too high of an endorphin rush from the game to entertain it for more than a few heartbeats. Her blood was on fire--from the tennis, from the flirting, from the spanking. Salem wasn't the only one wondering if the heat in her body was all from the game, or something else. It was definitely hard to tell. She felt<em>good</em>though. And that was rare. Usually it was only her nympho of a roommate that made her feel like this, with all her begging and pleasing, touches stolen briefly at night, trying to get her to say 'yes' when she always had to say 'no.'<br/><br/>In fact, considering how much of a rush it had been spanking Salem, and hearing Heather's begging, Rogue was starting to wonder if...<br/><br/>That thought was cut off and ended before it could finish, as slender and toned legs stepped into her line of sight. Her eyes traveled up them, to the mini skirt she could almost see up, to Salem's sweat-covered torso and the top sticking to her skin, and finally to her eyes. She offered the redhead a soft smile as she complimented her on the game, and offered her a hand up. Rogue's eyes snapped to that, and she took a few moments. It was just the cool pavement that was delaying her, she told herself. The feel of the cool ground against the exposed skin of her arms, feeling it through the material of her clothes. Finally, though, she took the offered hand, pulling on Salem's arm as leverage to get to her feet.<br/><br/>"Well...Ah thought...Ah finally had you, shug," she panted out, breathless still, as she walked with Salem to the bench. "Though, Ah s'pose Ah win either way..." There was a tease in her voice, regarding her bet. A win for dinner, a loss for drinks. Either way she won in the end. Right? Rogue didn't have a towel, so she just paced around a bit, hands on her head, the muscles of her arms and shoulders tight, her abdominal muscles hugged by her drenched top, the swell of her breast just as outlined, as she tried to catch her breath and start calming down. Her eyes watched Salem as she dried herself off with the towel, following the soft cloth's movements, jealous of the inanimate object in that moment...Salem asking about their date snapped her out of that, though. Her pacing stopped, just off to the girl's side.<br/><br/>And Salem would see something very few people ever saw in Rogue, in that moment. Vulnerability.<br/><br/>"We sure do..." she said softly, trying to manage a teasing smile, but failing. Instead, she suddenly seemed nervous. Scared, even. Teeth caught her bottom lip briefly, and she turned so that she was just watching Salem from the corner of her eyes. But even in that one eye, a vulnerable shimmer was visible, her body too tired, her mind too exhausted to keep her defenses up. "If...If y'want to, that is. Ah...Y'know that Ah..." Karma was a bitch. With all the flirting games she played with others at the school, now she had worked herself up with someone she wanted to test waters with, and knew how bad of an idea it was. She couldn't offer Salem what she was after. Hell, their talk had started off implying that Salem wanted a man to manhandle her.<br/><br/>There was a shimmer of hope in her eyes though. The moment between the two had been too intense, she couldn't deny that Salem had gotten through her usual barriers. And, would it really be so bad, if...?<br/><br/>"Now, don't make me spank an answer out o' you..." she teased, voice dripping a bit husky, as she tried to get a hold of herself again. But her eye didn't leave Salem's glasses, truly unsure of what answer she would hear.<em>Give me a chance...Please...</em>