For a man with a death wish
Who: Booker and Rogue What: Random encounters and sort of hookups When: Last week Where: A park Rating: PG-13 for flirting
Booker wasn’t one to run or jog, most of his exercise was smoking and sex. But he did like to take walks and the way his dreams messed with his head, he needed one. He flicked a flame out of his finger and lit up a cigarette, anti-smoking laws be damned. Or how weird it looked when he used his thumb.
Rogue was finding it weird that she had a house to herself now. She’d moved out of the old house once Raven left. There was just too much weird going on. So she’d hit the park up for a lazy run through the place. Her exercise was often intense, and sex was out of the question, so she buried that desire down deep and covered it with running. Lots. Of. Running. She however was leaning on a tree drinking water from a bottle when she side eyed the man lighting up a smoke with his thumb. A brow arched upwards. “Well that ain’t something you see everyday” she drawled.
He looked at her over his cigarette. Really looked, eyes drawing up and down her body appreciatively before setting on her face. “You look like you’ve just run a marathon.” He tried to figure out where she was from, he hadn’t heard an accent like that in a long time.
“Ain’t quite a marathon but close enough ah suppose.” she grinned at him, head cocked sideways, hair falling in loose tangled waves. White mixing with red over her eyes. She didn’t even mind the eyeballing, subtly shifting enough to press her shoulder harder into the tree,which pushed her chest out even as she took a drink of water.
Booker didn’t mind that at all. She was crazy attractive and it wasn’t like he was taken. He could look! “Got a lot on your mind or just trainin’ for somethin’. Ain’t tryin’ to pry but maybe I kind of am.”
He turned his head to blow smoke away from her.
Rogue was standing before him in a white tank top and black spandex leggings, her feet had Vibram shoes on, it wasn’t much and it clung in all the right places. “Got a lot on mah mind, ain’t training to do much more than beat the crap outta the night pit fighter ah run into.” a grin quirked her lips.
That tank top was clinging to the woman in very pleasing ways all right. It took some effort for Booker to keep his eyes on her face. Try to be respectful, man. Even if he really wanted to help her, ah, work off energy. "You a fighter?" His eyes wandered to her arms, then up to her lips then back to her eyes. He didn't seem all that put out by the idea.
She grinned at his staring. To be fair she didn't get a ton of that, but usually she looked like that old bag lady in so many layers. "Yep, more of a what trouble can ah get into type" a slow smirk crossed her lips. "Got a name, sugah?"
“Booker,” He said, conscious that it sounded a bit out of date. Fucking parents. And fucking dreams. “An’ what sort of name does a troublemaker like you got?” He offered his hand.
"Rogue" she replied, a slow grin on her lips. "A pleasure ta meetcha but you probably don't want to shake my hand." She was smiling though, giving him a good looking at too.
“Let me be the judge of that, hotstuff,” he said, her name making him grin. She had the air of a rogue and now he was justly intrigued.
Rogue laughed, heartily. "You might regret it, ain't going to lie darlin" but it was his life he was laying, unknowingly, in her hands.
It couldn’t be that bad, right? Booker gave her a lopsided grin. “If you bite I can live with that. Ain’t gonna lie, but you’re a looker.”
Rogue laughed. "Ah might, but ahm dangerous to touch, ain't meaning to sound against ya, but ah don't want to hurt you none." Her eyes were glittering though.
"Why would you be dangerous to touch?" He took a long drag from his cigarette, then dropped it and put it out, before stepping closer to her. If she was trying to seduce him the expressionin her eyes was working. "Ain't bothered by danger."
"Touch me and find out" she dared, with a big ole grin. She wasn't sure e she wanted him in her head but the attitude had her grinning. Might as well push a few buttons."ahm a dangerous girl, but go ahead"
He raised his eyebrows, then ran a warm hand up her arm. What was he afraid of? He threw fireballs, possession and lightning at orcs! And her skin was nice. He could dig a little muscle.
He should be afraid of Rogue. His fingers felt good until the bad touch kicked in and she was stuck back to a tree. She was hoping she'd get control soon, this was seriously cramping her love life. "Ah warned you".she said quietly as she forced herself to push his hand off to break contact. Another ruined moment and it was going so well. "You okay?" She asked the.man.
"Fuck!" He shook out his hand, feeling slightly dizzy. "God, that's like takin' a hit of a vigor." He shook his head to try to clear it. "Yeah I'm okay. The fuck was that? You okay?" That was a trip and for the oddest reason he wanted to touch her again. But then he was kind of a machoist.
Rogue shook her head clear, letting the little off him she stole settle..she didn't go looking, just let it be, she was getting better at that. "Ahm fine, ain't got a good explanation for ya, cept this place dun fucked me up. Ah can't touch people with out taking from em.".she canted get head sideways. Well they was no running, that was a first.
"That's fucked up." He pulled out another cigarette and shakily lit it. "You ain't able to...do anythin' with anyone?" He didn't know whether to be pissed at being teased or pity her. He settled for somewhere in between while simultaneously coming up with ways to alleviate that problem. Even if he had to move to the tree to prop himself up. "Okay ain't got that winded since the last time I was shot."
“A little bit.” she laughed softly. “Nope, well not without being extra creative, my friends have been trying to get me to wrap my head around all that.” true fact. “Otherwise ah touch you, ah can kill you if ah hold on long enough, ain’t pleasant for me or the other person.” she flicked her eyes to the ground. She’d punch him if she knew he was even remotely pitying her. “You’re welcome, ah kinda pack a punch with it. Sorry”
“I kinda asked for it,” Booker admitted, shaking his hand again. He looked it like he was wondering if he’d been wounded. “What kind of creative? If that ain’t coming across as creepy.” He might have a small death wish.
“True enough.” she laughed softly. “Oh, it’s a touchy creepy but “ she grinned a bit. She didn’t actually care. “Got new gloves that are amazing, been playing with stuff like silk and what not. Anything that protects skin to skin bars ya from getting hurt.” she shrugged a bit.
Booker grinned at her. He could see the appeal in that and okay maybe he’d liked the zap a little bit. “I’m willin’ to be a test subject if you want one.”
She laughed at his grin. "Well ah don't think ahll argue that." She grinned a little wickedly at him and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "You sure?"
“Yeah.” He grinned back at her. The hair thing was kind of fetching, really, and she had a fantastic body. “Ain’t like you couldn’t zap me unconscious if there were a problem.”
Certainly rogue kept herself in shape. She loves beating on people so she had to be. She hates relying on her power to win a fight. "True enough, ain't like ah'd hesitate to do so if ah felt the need." She grinned.
Booker jerked with his finger. “I’ve got time if you want to be exhausted.” Okay, so he was bragging. He earned his bragging rights, damn it. “If not we can make it a date, if you’d like.”
Rogue liked the attitude, it matched hers, sorta anyways. "Ah've got all the time in the world." True fact, Rogue only worked when she needed it, which after working with her sorta mother she'd saved a bunch. Work was only when she got bored.
His grin got bigger. “Your place or mine?”
A smirk. “Ah’m the one with the silks, sugah, might as well be mine.” she curled her lips into a grin.
Booker got an ‘I’m an idiot’ look on his face, then offered his (long-sleeved) arm to her. “Good point. Not dyin’ is probably a good idea.” Something about southern girls that was just so nice...reminded him a bit of Annabelle, but he didn’t want to think about his dreams, the things he’d lost and the things he’d done.
It was the accent. And charm. It's a southern thing. "Ahd feel a little.bad about it." And grinned and took the offered arm. "Not dying is good." Her dreams weren't so bad now, the worst was the power. She grinned before starting off towards home
. It really did seem like a crappy power, and Booker was more than glad to help her explore ways to enjoy herself without killing someone. Not that he deserved to enjoy the company of women. “Unless it’s those little deaths I have planned for you.”
It was. But that was okay. Things happened. “Oh yeah? Lots of em eh?” she grinned wickedly and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She exited the park to the parking lot. “You don’t mind bikes do you?” she grinned as she fished her keys out of her pocket, twirling them on her finger.
“What kinda man do you take me for?” He said, eyes on her ass as they walked. He wondered if they could get away with careful use of condoms and arranged clothing and scarfs, but he’d already settled into the idea that he might not be getting his own rocks off.
Sacrifices must be made.
She laughed. “Well ah’ve met a few who are afraid of bikes.” it was, of course, a Harley. as if Rogue would ride anything else. She didn’t even throw a helmet on. She did however tie her hair into a knot. Scarves, condoms, cloth, they’d figure it out and he’d probably get zapped a few times. Life was fun that way, right? Right.
Booker hopped on after her, his hands wandering a bit over the front of her tank top as he tried to avoid the skin of her arms. No, really!
She knew he wasn’t looking for a grip. She looked over her shoulder and grinned and delved into her side bag and pulled out a scarf, wrapping her throat so he wouldn’t get an accidental touch zap. once he had a grip she took off, and Rogue didn’t ride safe, she worked the road and she loved it. Her place was a ten minute ride away from the park, but she made it in six.
Booker grinned lopsidedly at her and squeezed like he was making a point. He wooped as the woman drove. She reminded him of Neena, in the good ways. Adventurous and a little dangerous and thinking about her actually made his chest ache, so he pushed the woman out of his mind and concentrated on the southern charmer he was sitting behind.
She pulled into a spot before a nice, but small house. It wasn't amazing but it suited the girl. She tucked the scarf back in the side bag and slid off the bike. She moved lightly across the ground, and stopped at the door, unlocking it and holding it open for him.
“Nice,” he said, looking around. It was bigger than his place, but he lived over a pawn shop and never wanted for anything bigger. At least he hadn’t after his family had fallen apart, anyway. Booker, try not to think about the fact that this girl is probably not much older than your daughter would have been. “You’re not some kinda black widow are you?”
She was older than she looked buster. But she grinned."nah ain't mah kinda thing" she shook her head at him and tossed her keys on the table. The place was sparsely furnished but what was there was.high end. She might not look it but she lived well. "Besides it'd be too easy for me" a crooked grin before she laughed and peeled off her shoes.
“Guess it loses it’s appeal when you can do it at a touch, huh?” Booker kicked off his shoes to be polite, and wondered if he needed a drink because he was startin’ to feel all sorts of nervous.
"Pretty much, not that it held much of an appeal to start with but, details." She grinned at him then it fell into a half smile. "You can back out of this ya know, ahd understand." Rogue tilted her head in his
“Nah. I’m in this far an’ only an idiot’ll turn down the chance to see a woman like you mostly naked,” he said. “Besides. Kinda fun to see how much we can get away with.”
She grinned at him then turned on her toe, heading towards her room. As incentive to follow she threw her shirt in his direction, smirking a bit.
Booker caught it, then followed her. For a man with a death wish, he kind of hoped he didn’t actually die.