the kind of day that goes on forever

[un_gloved]

Rogue had been letting Ned make her clean up, because all it took was one night sleeping over for her to turn the hut into as big a mess as her own room. When everything was folded up and in a pile, on the chair of course, she'd sprawled out across his bed, guitar resting on her stomach, idly picking at the strings. Her head was tipped back and her hair was pooling on the floor, save the awkward chopped-off bit.

"You know any good songs, Watchman?" she asked, grinning up at him from her semi-upside down position, crossing her bare legs at the knee. With the Daisy Dukes and the yellow t-shirt, she almost looked naked beneath the guitar.