Rogue wouldn't have listened to Steve's protests even if he'd been able to get more of them out beyond her name. It wasn't like she was straddling him or doing anything that would be inappropriate in public -- they just looked like a very cute, happy couple snuggling on a park bench together. No one else was going to have any idea about how the kiss was affecting Steve, and while Rogue could tell, she wasn't going to point it out unless he was the one to bring it up. She was pretty darn flattered, though.

Melting into the kiss, Rogue's sigh of contentment quickly turned into a quiet moan of pleasure. She could spend hours on that bench, kissing Steve, and not tire of it for a single second. Her arms tightened around him as she pulled herself just the tiniest bit closer.