Jean abruptly sat up straight in the office chair she was sitting in. She had...felt something. A blush slowly came over her features as the impulses from the hand feed back to her mind. Squirming restlessly in the chair, she tried very hard to stay focused on the data. The data was still incomplete...
"Run it over your lower half now," she asked in a slightly cracking voice that had grown softer.
Itching her fingers, it felt like they were being tickled...but it was all in her mind. This wasn't antincipated...and there was a sense of need coming from Rogue that whispered the temptation to her to lose all control.