What a fine mess this is

Rogue had been expecting some derision from the abrasive Nimue in response to his outburst, but the sardonic scoff and almost offended remark about not thinking she could take what he could dish out caught the brute waaaaay off guard! Sunset eyes blinked open again and his brow furrowed in deep confusion. Wait... was she mad that he hadn't tried to kill her? Was she mad that he had held back on her and acted like she couldn't handle him? What the actual fuck?! Rogue lifted his head, eyes narrowed, mouth opening to retort—only to have a soft gasp of breath escape him when he felt the soft brush of her damp tail rub against some very sensitive parts of him down past his belly. Rogue's eyes went wide, but if Nimue had noticed what she was doing, she made no reaction to it. Nimue knocked him down another peg when she reminded him that he wasn't anything special, that she had handled herself against him, and that she was the winner in their tussle. The proof was right there straddled on his chest, her paws pressing down to him while she sat tall atop of him, a feral queen claiming her victory.

Nimue laid her lithe body down over his, really emphasizing the difference in their sizes. She fit so readily on top of him, able to drape her entire body down the length of his and barely cover him. She leaned in close, so close Rogue could feel every exhale of breath when she spoke against his muzzle. She found it ironic that he was just like her now. Confusion wrinkled the brute's brows again. Just like her...? What the hell did that mean? Had Nimue lost a home, a pack, a family too...? Questions he'd never thought to ask the wild little fae suddenly arose in his mind. Where had Nimue come from to begin with? Where had she been before Chimera found her?

Nimue demanded he stop his apologies, reminding him that they didn't apologize while she leapt back to shore. Rogue sat up enough to follow her movements with his gaze, listening while she spoke. Well, listening as well as he could when her sopping wet fur was clinging to every part of her body with each movement. She explained that she didn't know why she stuck around, but that maybe she'd find a new beginning. Then she was looking at him, her deep amethyst gaze roving over his form freely. From his position on his back, nothing was left hidden from her appraising eyes. It stirred something primal in the dire brute's belly. She made an indirect reference to Chimera's likely passing, suggesting he say whatever he needed to say while he could.

And then she was gone.

For a long moment after she had vanished into the darkening night forest, Rogue just stared after her, all sorts of conflicted feeling roiling about in his head and his heart like thunderstorms. With a frustrated groan, Rogue collapsed back to the water. Eventually he would get out to dry off and go to bed, but right now he just wanted to lie here and let his mind empty itself and try to ignore the ache Nimue had left him with deep in his core and between his legs. Fuck, it was going to be a long night...

"Rogue Klein"