Gold Rogue: Marvel (Patreon)

Her breath catches, and for once, she looks genuinely stunned.

“…Well I’ll be,” she murmurs, eyes flicking up to meet yours, a slow smile spreading across her face.

"Looks like my powers don't work on you."
A long sigh.
“I’ve spent my whole life bein’ careful.”

She doesn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curl—testing, savoring.

“And you’re tellin’ me,” she says softly, voice dropping into something warm and dangerous,
“that I don’t have to be?”

She steps closer now, close enough that you can feel her presence without her even trying.

“Sugar,” Rogue whispers, clearly enjoying every second of this discovery,
“do you have any idea how rare you just became?”

Her thumb brushes your hand again—this time not an accident.

“Looks like you just changed the rules.”

"Now take off them pants, I want to try something..."