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[xiii_pullo]

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Rogue didn't want to go back to her own hut, so Pullo directed them to the tent he shared with Lucius. It was closer, anyhow. Lucius was inside sleeping, or pretending to, and after Pullo had a brief conversation with his friend, in which he explained he had a goddess outside, a real and actual goddess, Lucius left with a scowl

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[un_gloved]

Rogue had watched the other man go with a wincing sort of expression, because she really hadn't meant to kick anyone out of their room.

"I feel kinda bad about-" she started, laughing a little, but then she couldn't talk because his mouth was on hers. She dropped the mask which she'd been carrying and reached forward to grip his jacket, kissing him back fervently, and then stumbled a little.

"Mnh- ah-!" She blinked, glancing down, then smiled almost sheepishly back up at him.

"My dress..." she explained slightly breathless. It had a bit of a train and she had tripped. Not that he would probably care. She didn't. She was already reaching up to slide her fingers back through his hair and leaning forward, tipping her chin up to kiss him again.

[xiii_pullo]

"Got a good solution for that," Pullo said, his voice low and gravely with want. Gods, she'd excited him already, grabbing at his clothes like that. Pullo's experience with women had largely been with whores and his wife, and all of which tended to be on the demure side. He liked a woman who acted like she needed it just as much as he wanted it.

Instead of kissing her he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the tent. It was dark inside and he paused, waiting for his eyes to adjust. Once they had he lowered her carefully to his bed, which was nothing more than a lot of blankets and furs piled up.

"It doesn't suit you, love," he murmured, speaking of the bed.

[un_gloved]

"I grew up," Rogue said, voice huskier even than usual, reaching up to undo the buttons of his shirt, "on th'banks of a river that ran through the middle of heavy woods with a swamp on th'other side. Plenty o' nights?" She tilted her head to the side to drag a kiss across his jaw, "I'd sneak outta my room 'n sleep on the roof outside my window." She caught his lower lip, biting it gently then soothing the rapidly dissipating mark with her tongue.

"I'm a backwoods girl. I've gone toe to toe with titans. This is perfect f'r me."

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo groaned, making a sound close to a growl, and drew her tongue into his mouth to suck at it. He let go to kiss her, suddenly urgent, his hands searched her dress for some way to get it off her without tearing it. If she was anyone else he simply would have lifted it and had his way, but he wanted to give her more.

"How do I get you out of this gods forsaken dress?" he demanded, rising up, his shirt open and tie hanging crooked. He pulled off his jacket as he spoke, tossing it in a corner of the tent.