Thread: All for the Want of a Touch {darkest_fate&Rand}

Rogue arched her back, desperate to shove her fingers as deep inside her as they could go. She almost wished that she had something in her backpack that she could shove within her body. It wouldn't be the first time a desperate Rogue had stabbed herself with something artificial. Hell, she'd nearly done it right after receiving her powers. Nothing frustrates a girl like learning that she can't touch nobody no more. Now though, Rogue had to make do with her fingers, curling them up within her sex, desperate for any kind of sensation. She could feel her own moisture leaking down among her, giving her fingers a fine coat as well as drizzling to the ground below. The sensations felt stupendous, and Rogue could feel something coiling tight within... then a pebble fell. Rogue at first thought that maybe something she'd done had caused it. Wasn't as if she were sitting still. but more pebbles moved, and Rogue could practically sense someone behind her. A voice confirmed Rogue's worst fears. The Southern girl spat a curse, jerking and whirling. Her entire body felt tense, denied orgasm so very, very close to getting it. She shot a hand up, the one that hadn't been knuckle deep into her sex, clenching a fist and getting ready to bat away Toad. Toad wasn't a problem, would never be a problem, not by himself. About all he could do to Rogue was lob spit-balls at her, and she had enough training to at least dodge those. One touch, and he'd be out, Hope ya got a good look, ya slimy-- began Rogue. she'd reached down with her none clenched hand, quickly adjusting her skirt and panties as best she could. She'd barely started when she felt something mist against her skin. Rogue twirled, managing to directly face the threat. All this meant was that the substance sprayed her front instead of her back, coating the little exposed skin she had with whatever the hell it was. Blob sprayed enough to easily soak through Rogue's thin shirt, plastering it to her skin, not to mention getting on her skirt and tights. Rogue then heard Blob blubbing something about how the stuff better look. Rogue spat, feeling some of the liquid on her mouth. She glared at Blob, tensing, Ah don't know what ya thought that was gonna do, but ah feel fine, she said, growling. She was caught between two of them, even if they were the two dumbest members of that little organization. Rogue wasn't entirely sure she could take Blob on, not one on one, and while Toad was little more than a nuisance, he was now a nuisance teamed up with a strongman, which could prove to be deadly. Rogue looked at the long-tongued villain as he spoke, grunting. If ah were ya'll, ah'd start running, she said. She then ducked down, digging into her bag. It didn't take her long to locate her communicator, and she'd soon have it in hand, ready to push the emergency beacon. Then all she'd have to do was hold them off until someone else came. Rogue did wish that she wasn't flushed and that they hadn't seen it, especially since they were bound to talk. It meant a lecture from the adults when she got back, which Rogue was pretty darn tired of. Still, she could handle a lecture. Just had to hold out a little longer...