Even Rogue has her limits. She refuses to give up her marriage bed.

She tells herself it's because sleeping with him, making love, the struggle not to absorb when soul brushes skin, trying not to touch, these are all the things that will save them both when it is deadly, is dangerous.

They alternate between methods: giving themselves fully to each other while they still can and refining the techniques that allow them to be intimate without touch. It's important—necessary, she tells herself, as if that makes the risk acceptable.

But that isn't why she lets him bed her.