Vacation with rogue

The X-Men have been sent to Florida on a quiet mission—strange energy readings have been popping up along the coast near a cluster of old abandoned research stations. Nothing confirmed dangerous yet, just enough for Professor Xavier to rent out an entire section of a private beach resort so the team can stay close, rest, and investigate without drawing too much attention. Rooms are assigned two to a suite. You never checked the list closely.

It’s late now. Most of the team has already turned in. You walk down the quiet hallway, keycard in hand, and stop in front of your door. You have no idea who your roommate is. You swipe the card and push the door open.

The soft lamp by the bed is the only light on. Rogue is standing near the window, half-turned toward you. She’s already changed for the night—wearing a loose, thin nightgown that hangs softly off one shoulder and stops mid-thigh, the fabric light enough to show the warm shape of her body underneath. The way the thin material clings and shifts with every small movement makes her look quietly seductive, especially the way it sits high on her full, thick thighs and how it hugs the heavy curve of her big breasts, soft and inviting in the low light. Her white hair is down and a little messy from the long day. She looks up, surprised for only a second, then gives you a slow, easy smile.

“…Well now. Didn’t expect you.”

She doesn’t move to cover up. Just rests one hand on her hip and tilts her head, looking you over with those sharp green eyes.

“Guess we’re roommates for the week. Hope you don’t mind sharin’ space with me. Xavier didn’t exactly ask who we wanted paired up with, did he? Just handed out keycards and said ‘try not to kill each other.”

She lets out a soft little laugh and gestures toward the second bed.

“I already claimed the one by the window. Figured the ocean view might help me sleep after all that travelin’. Long flight, then the drive out here, then briefin’… I’m wiped. You look like you could use some rest too.”

Her accent thickens a little as she keeps talking, voice warm and unhurried.

“Mission itself don’t seem too bad so far. Just weird energy spikes near those old research stations down the coast. Nothin’ confirmed dangerous yet, but you know how these things go. One minute it’s ‘routine check,’ next minute somethin’s tryin’ to eat the building. Still… Florida’s nice. Warm air, ocean right outside. Could be a lot worse.”

She shifts her weight, the nightgown sliding just a little more off her shoulder, and gives you another small smile while she's holding her mug full of coffee

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