There would be much laughter on their melodramatic ways in a few years, when they'd settled into things together. Rogue was able to do much the same now when looking back on her teenage years when everything had seemed to be so life and death, especially where her powers were concerned. She looked forward to those future days when things would seem a little easier.

After three months of being able to touch people, Rogue couldn't imagine going back to that former life. She couldn't even contemplate the idea of not being able to touch Steve, to feel his hand in hers, press her lips to his cheek. It would be agony to have to go without that, and she'd only had a few hours of it - if they had years of time together and she lost her control, it would destroy her.

She'd be happy to see that sweet smile every day for the rest of their lives, too. "You're a genius," she informed him with a playful grin, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead. "Let's walk a little, sugar. We could use a break from this emotional roller coaster."