Rogue's eyes widened almost imperceptibly at Steve's words, and she knew that he couldn't possibly have understood just how much what he was saying would mean to her. How many people had told her over the years that they didn't care if they weren't able to have sex, that it wasn't a deal-breaker for their relationship? She'd been hurt so many times because of it, and that pain had been one of the main reasons she'd resisted admitting her affections for Remy for so long.

But with Steve... She believed him. This thing they had was so strong and so steady that even she believed they could withstand that hardship. But she so incredibly glad that they wouldn't have to. Carefully tugging her hands from his, she looped her arms around his neck, determined that he wasn't going anywhere at the moment. "I want this too," she assured him quietly, looking into those gorgeous blue eyes of his. "I want to have sex with you tonight. I just don't want you to be so nervous that you worry yourself out of enjoying your birthday, okay?"