Steve had no clue what he was doing. He just knew that Rogue was hurting, and he couldn't stand to see it without doing something. His motions echoed those of his mother, comforting him after a nightmare when he was small, cuddling with him when he was so sick he could hardly move, and both of them were sure he wasn't going to last much longer. Bucky, curling around him and helping him breathe through an asthma attack. As much as he'd hated it sometimes, Steve was fortunate to have a lot of experience with comfort, and he tried to put all that knowledge to use.
When her grip started to ease up, Steve pulled back some, but he didn't move his arms from where they were wrapped around her. He was loathe to let her go, and while he knew that physically, eventually he'd have to, he was going to do everything humanly possible to keep her with him for as long as he could.
She sounded so tired, Steve couldn't resist reaching up and brushing some of her hair away from her face, using it as an excuse to continue touching her. "Pretty sure you went through hell," he murmured, his thoughts flashing on that tattoo on her arm again. He was going to have nightmares about that tattoo, and what had been done to her, he was sure. At least it would break up the monotony of watching all his friends die over and over, trapped behind a wall of ice.
He was glad she seemed alright with kissing him, in that casually intimate way he'd always envied when he saw others doing it. He turned his head enough to kiss her forehead, then again on her temple, before just resting his lips there for a moment, breathing in the smell of her. "Well," he finally responded, trying to bring a little levity to the mood, now that the storm seemed to be over for now, "I did like the kissing. That part was nice. And I got to have a gorgeous girl in my arms, which actually, yeah, has been a big dream of mine, for quite a while. So thanks for making that finally happen." Steve kissed her temple again before pulling back enough that she could see his smile.
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When her grip started to ease up, Steve pulled back some, but he didn't move his arms from where they were wrapped around her. He was loathe to let her go, and while he knew that physically, eventually he'd have to, he was going to do everything humanly possible to keep her with him for as long as he could.
She sounded so tired, Steve couldn't resist reaching up and brushing some of her hair away from her face, using it as an excuse to continue touching her. "Pretty sure you went through hell," he murmured, his thoughts flashing on that tattoo on her arm again. He was going to have nightmares about that tattoo, and what had been done to her, he was sure. At least it would break up the monotony of watching all his friends die over and over, trapped behind a wall of ice.
He was glad she seemed alright with kissing him, in that casually intimate way he'd always envied when he saw others doing it. He turned his head enough to kiss her forehead, then again on her temple, before just resting his lips there for a moment, breathing in the smell of her. "Well," he finally responded, trying to bring a little levity to the mood, now that the storm seemed to be over for now, "I did like the kissing. That part was nice. And I got to have a gorgeous girl in my arms, which actually, yeah, has been a big dream of mine, for quite a while. So thanks for making that finally happen." Steve kissed her temple again before pulling back enough that she could see his smile.