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[la_belle_rogue]

[Spam for Erik]

[Rogue's a resilient sort. She's gone through a lot of bad times piled on bad times. But she's been through a lot of very rough experiences lately. And when she comes back to her room to find the door slightly ajar, it's just the final straw.

She turns on her heel and walks away from her cabin, not even bothering to look back. She walks fast, gets into the elevator, presses a button. She's trying not to freak out, not to panic. She can take a lot, but after what happened at port, and then the flood, she absolutely cannot bring herself to go into her room tonight.

She ends up in front of Erik's door and knocks, softly with an outward calm she did not feel.]

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[la_belle_rogue]

[She honestly didn't think this would happen, but she wasn't complaining either. A pleasant surprise is really just what she needed.

His lips press against hers and she doesn't pull away. Her lips are soft, pliant, responsive. She makes a soft hum in her throat of pleasure and approval, then pulls back just fractionally to smile at him flirtatiously.]

Ah'll say it again if ya liked it that much.

[wecanavenge]

I'd be the last to stop you. [He settles his hand lightly on her elbow, mouth curving in a small smirk. He appreciates her humor, now especially.]

[la_belle_rogue]

[With the kind of life she lives, it's either get a sense of humor or go insane. She's not crazy yet, despite the odds.]

You're an angel, Erik Lensherr. Fierce, powerful, driven, and as much as y'are those things, ya've still got one of the most carin' hearts a man ever could possess.

[She leans in fractionally, resting her hands on his chest, and she's utterly sincere. She's only know him, this Erik, for a short time, but he's easily shown all of what she said to be true.]

[wecanavenge]

[Despite the teasing, Erik is not good at this. He's gotten better, to be sure, which is abundantly clear in the absence of him snapping that she hardly knows him. As proud a man as he is, he's not very used to praise. At least he no longer brushes it off.

Lifting one hand to settle over hers on his chest, he smiles at her. It's a touch crooked.]

Are you certain? Maybe I'm a devil in disguise. [There is the faintest sour note in the word devil. Those were accusations he grew up with, after all: some things are hard to achieve appropriate distance from.]