Steve closed his eyes and smiled as he felt Rogue's lips press against his neck. And that hand on his shoulder, made him think she wasn't quite ready to stop touching him, either.

They'd have all day for small touches - and, if yesterday was anything to judge by, some not-so-small ones, too.

He turned and smiled, lovesick and exceedingly sappy, he was sure. "Yeah, I love it, too." He reached for the helmet, stepping forward as he tugged on it, then kissing her, soft and sweet, on the lips. He could just stand here and kiss her all day.

His stomach had other ideas, though, and started grumbling. Loudly. Steve groaned, letting his head fall back, before stashing the helmet, and grabbing the cooler and his portfolio.