Bobby was lucky Rogue's head wasn't in his lap. The sight of her pink tongue attempting to curl around a cherry was doing ungentlemanly things to him. Later, he'd close his eyes and pretend that tongue was doing unladylike things to him, but for how he was going to watch her and let himself get hard, both with lust and with the satisfaction of making Logan jealous.

A snarl drew both his and Rogue's attention toward the kitchen sink where Logan was busily pretending to fill an ice cube tray. Rogue gave Bobby a curious look when he smirked, amused.