[Had he told her to stop, genuinely, Rogue would have done so, with a hearty dose of sass of course. Truth is, they both seem to have lifetimes of touch to make up for after denying themselves for one reason or another. Her touch and his code.]
Ah suppose the bee butt's a bit much. [She says with a long sigh, turning to look back at it with a curious hum, as though that's the most problematic facet of her sitting in his lap. Returning her attention to him, she gives his hand one last squeeze before pushing herself up to a stand. Once there's space between them, she moves to deactivate the bracelet, tugging on her gloves she'd set aside.]
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Ah suppose the bee butt's a bit much. [She says with a long sigh, turning to look back at it with a curious hum, as though that's the most problematic facet of her sitting in his lap. Returning her attention to him, she gives his hand one last squeeze before pushing herself up to a stand. Once there's space between them, she moves to deactivate the bracelet, tugging on her gloves she'd set aside.]
My place then. We have a couch, too.