VII of Swords

I read something somewhere that this rogue was getting away with a lot (five swords) but not the whole lot (7 swords.)

I am that rogue with @. I said I could honor boundaries, and then when the opportunity presented itself I crossed them. Right between the physical and emotional. Granted, I had a good push from him. When we were finally alone, I said, “come here.” I was just going to have him lean on me and I would hold him. Stillness. As long as I just held and breathing was my only movement, I figured I was still on the right side of the line. Then he started running his fingertips over my skin. I had been fine with just the holding, stealing the one sword, trying not to be greedy emotionally or physically. But damn, there was the next sword dangling there in front of my face. He was handing it to me with that movement across my skin. Keen edge shaving the fine hairs. So I took the next three swords: entwined fingers, rubbed noses, bodies aligned and pressed close.

I’m not a good sneak thief though. I turned myself in. Those last two swords—I really wanted them. The kiss and then all the rest of him would have followed, but I’m just not that roguish. Though like a Hollywood movie jewel thief, I left my token behind, a quick light, stolen kiss on the lips good-bye. Like this rogue’s red hat and boots, if you are going to be a rogue do it with style.