Rogue allowed herself to be lifted; pleased to no end that his attention was on her and her alone. She kissed him deeper, leaning into his touch even as she mildly began to feel the need to pull away. Only the voice kept her steady, asserting its control where there was doubt.
Her gloved hands slid to hook around his neck, her frame moving to lean against him. She shivered, feeling his warm breath on her face, her own trapped behind her lips in a kiss she found the most pleasing thing to her senses.