[It's odd: kissing someone without having that buzz of energy thrumming through her body, without trying to block out memories that aren't hers, without worrying about hurting someone. For the moment, she's just going to enjoy it and she wishes she'd taken the time to peel her gloves off so she could feel the bare skin at the nape of his neck under her fingers.
The confetti goes off and the barrier dissipates. Rogue pulls away with a contented sort of smile.]
I never done that before. Kiss somebody without worryin' 'bout hurtin' them.