La passion, la passion, how I love la passion

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Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Isla de la Passion
When: September 30th-October 4th
What: Could also be called 'attack of the sex pollen', so draw your own conclusions.
Warnings: Heavy snogging to rampant smut, most like. Proceed with caution.
Style: Sexy
Status: Closed ironically





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[tactilelearner]

"Closest I ever got t' a guy sayin' that t' me is somebody askin' me t' dance," Rogue said with a laugh as he put her down. She felt good. Like everything was right in the air and it was just that easy. Nothing else mattered, and even the people around them didn't matter. "An'... y'know... kinda put him in a coma for a couple days."

Though, well, guys...

"Other guy? I really like him. I mean, like. He's hot, he's sweet, he's funny. Great guy, right? Not only into another girl, but he looks right through me. Which just... Bad enough I can' even hope t' ever kiss him, but then I gotta watch another girl get t' do it? Sucks."

...And complaining about a guy probably wasn't the most attractive thing. But it wasn't like she normally got to say it. After all, she lived with the team. She couldn't whine about Scott and Jean to any of them. So, to make up for it, she sidled up close to him and smiled.

"Anyway. Let 'em stare. I don' much mind. An' sorry 'bout the complainin'."

[om_nom_namur]

"Naw sweetheart, I know the feelin'," Namur knelt on one knee beside her, pulling her close so he could run his fingers down her spine. "Someone else's turn t' watch y' gettin' all the attention t'night."

He slid his finger under her chin again, tilting it up so he could bite against the corner of her jaw and her throat. The hand that he'd slid down her spine didn't stop at the base, but dropped down to her butt and squeezed, drawing her closer against him so she could feel the way his hips rocked forward, just a little. Just testing the waters. To find out if she likes anything that he's doing. That damn flower smell sort of mucked things up but all he needed was a little reaction and he'd have her taste singled out.

And if she did like it?

Then the real fun could begin.

[tactilelearner]

She wasn't hurting him. There was no reason to be worried. The warm scent of the flowers against the cool night air. It made her smile, wider than she usually did. Because for once in her life? She felt normal.

Like she could talk to a guy, have him touch her. No one got this close. She didn't let anyone get this close to her.

Eighteen, now, and no guy had ever really even made a pass at her. So this? This was new. And she felt it. Not only her own emotions and senses but his. His flowing through his skin, into hers, and wrapping her in them all.

Her reaction was hesitant. A slow rock forward as she ran her bare palm against the side of his face. She wasn't sure what to do, how exactly she should respond. It was new and entirely unfamiliar. But it wasn't unwelcome. As the quiet sound she made said clearly.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur felt his whole body go both warm and cold in turns as she pressed against him. He wrapped both of his arms around her middle, squeezing her tight for a moment. Then he caressed her back, ran his fingers over her hair and her lips, traced his thumb over her collarbone just below the necklace, all while continuing to nuzzle against the corner of her jaw.

[tactilelearner]

Rogue shut her eyes. Memories and power and strength flowed through her. It was, really, difficult to tell where she ended and he began. And that wasn't a bad thing, not right now. It felt natural. It was, after all, what she could do. What she was. If he wasn't afraid of it, why should she be? Her lips passed over his skin, adding a point of contact, another way to draw the sensation into her more.

[om_nom_namur]

It was Namur's turn to voice his pleasure with a rumbling chuckle from deep in his chest. He leaned into her kiss, letting it hit his nerves that she was kissing him back. He didn't force it, didn't ask for it, even if the air was nearly buzzing around him because the smell was that thick. Humans didn't smell shit the same, right? So she probably didn't even notice.

Namur slid his hands down her body, one in front and one in back, pushing against curves, glancing over tight muscle, until both came to rest just above her waistband where he gathered up folds of sheer cloth to pull it loose and let his fingers creep in. He traced fingertips up her spine and over her waist, then like a slow wave sweeps across the beach, he ran them down over her bottom, squeezing a little so she'd curl against him again.

"How y' feelin' 'bout this, sweetheart?" He spoke softly, mouth close to her ear. "Wouldn't mind divin' in all the way myself but 's up t' y' what y' wanna do." He bit at her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to pinch. "Do everythin' I can t' take yer breath away if y' want me to. Jus' say the word."