Infernal plans (Private, monster hunt) (Rated M)

Rogue was cursing himself quickly enough, with his chakra blinking lightly, inhibited only by the alcohol already in his system. Still, he held her carefully, not about to force her away. After all, that required a manner of confidence.

Well, there went another mistake of his. Soon as his arms were close to her, Candy grabbed and pulled each around herself tightly, certainly not making sure that she didn't press them against anything that might make him uncomfortable.

Internal screeching sounded in his head, but he managed to stay rather quiet, externally. Still, he found himself trying to pry a hand away to reach for one of his drinks. He'd eaten too much for them to have kicked in, yet.

Candy was merciful enough to let him do that, or at least that was what it might seem like. Really, she was just trying to cuddle and she wasn't really thinking about Rogues aversion to touching women. Food or not, she was tiny, so the alcohol was working as intended.

He finished off the second drink without touching the third, tossing the can into the trash before burying his face in her hair, peering at the television from over the top of her head. This was how to adult, yes.

Candy giggled at his behaviour, though didn't mind it in the least. Still not really thinking about everything, she adjusted herself into a somewhat more comfortable position, wiggling on his lap in the process of doing so. It might have seemed like she was doing it on purpose, but it really was all accidental.

Rogue groaned, flopping his face more fully onto her head at her movements. Honestly, how they'd gotten together remained a mystery to him, and why she stayed with him was even more confusing. God, he was so much better with men...

Accident or no, Candy still noticed that her doing a thing made him do a thing. Once more, she wiggled in his lap, testing the theory she really already knew the answer to.

"Candace!" He hissed at her, moving further down bury his face in the back of her neck. This was cruel. And unusual. And probably punishment. How much of a prick was he in a past life?!

"Jarek?" She said right back, now acting as if she was entirely innocent and doing nothing at all. She didn't think of this as punishment; she was just amusing herself~!

"I'm gunna hurt you..." He muttered against the back of her neck, an empty threat but it at least made him feel better to try. Innocent, my ass...

"I'm not really that into rough stuff," Candy said, all semblance of innocence out of the window with her wine cooler-fueled witticism.

He groaned, shaking his head against her before reaching up to pull her hair out of the way. In way of revenge, he licked at the side of her neck before biting on it, soon suckling to leave a marking bruise.

Well, it was a strange sort of revenge since Candy quite clearly enjoyed it, leaning her head out of the way to give better access and giggling. "You did something on your own, I'm glad," she said, quietly.

"Shu'up," he said around her skin before he released her, toying at more of her neck as he adjusted his arms around her. One held her about the middle, forbidding her escape, while the other reached over to begin toying with her breast. If she wanted to play dirty, then fine. He could do that. Hopefully. Maybe.

Candy, as if to reinforce the fact that he really wasn't doing such a great job of taking vengeance, once again took hold of Rogue's arm and made him squeeze her tighter towards himself. She even tried to move so that he had better access to both her chest and neck, though once more this prompted another round of wiggling in his lap.

"Still," he growled at her, though continued what he'd been doing, hand rolling and squeezing at her chest while his mouth painted the skin of her neck. Still, he couldn't help the way her movements made his hips buck against her. Damn this woman...

"Mmm... Doesn't seem like you want me still," Candy said in response to his movements, quiet, pleasured murmurs coming from her as she kept wiggling, ignoring his command.

Rogue growled at her retort, shifting their positioning so that he was laying on top of her, not letting go of her all the while so that she was on her stomach on the couch. He kept her pinned that way, continuing his onslaught at her neck while he moved one hand under her shirt, the other holding her far enough away that she couldn't continue to wriggle against him.

Candy squeaked in surprise at the sudden change in positioning, and tried to do something or other that might still lead to the previous result, but quickly gave up when she realised that it wasn't happening. She put her face down on the sofa and surrounded her head with her arms so that the quiet sighs and such other sounds she was now starting to make weren't so audible.

Rogue smirked when he realized he finally got her to listen, bypassing her bra entirely to begin teasing her nipple between his fingers. All the while, he painted her with kisses, along the skin of her neck, against her back, through her shirt. It didn't bother him any that the contact wasn't direct. She still reacted to at least some of what he did, and that was enough. Leaning closer to her, he rolled his hips, rubbing against her slowly, an almost hesitant move that he tried also to distract himself from with his other actions.

She started moaning quietly as he teased at her nipple, then slightly louder yet when he rubbed against her; if he was going to get closer again then she would be able to rub up against him in turn, which is exactly what she did.

He moaned back at the contact, closing his eyes and freezing when she began to move. Rogue really wasn't sure how much of this his sanity could handle before he just became a crumbling, babbling mess. Still, it was more than enjoyable enough for him to want to continue, even if he did need a reprieve.

With that, Candy attempted to turn herself around so that she was facing him. She wanted him to touch her more and figured her laying on her stomach wasn't going to make that any easier for him; even if he himself didn't want that to happen.

Rogue squirmed when she started to move, trying only half-heartedly to stop her when she did. There wasn't a point, he knew; the assassin would always let her have her way eventually. As soon as she was facing him, he bent down, claiming her mouth with his own, continuing to tease her chest but switching hands and sides, holding himself up with the previous culprit.