That moan shot through him, and his arms tightened, pulling Rogue until she was sitting fully on his lap, his hand sliding down to cup her thigh and keep her from sliding. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to murmur, "We're not actually gonna make it to the fireworks, are we?" before going right back to kissing her.

Steve had seen plenty of fireworks displays in his life. Sure, it was tradition to watch them on his birthday; but he'd never had sex before, and with Rogue in his arms and his lap and obviously more than willing, he knew if he had to make a choice, it wasn't gonna be fireworks.

They could always watch them next year.