If they were still going by then. It had been a very long four years for Rogue and Steve supposedly had enough energy for a dozen men. She was pretty sure it wasn't a question of if in this case.

While his head was on her shoulder, she smoothed a hand across his back, and smiled when he asked for her confirmation. "Your place," she echoed before her smile turned a little mischievous. "Are you okay to drive?" And she wiggled just a little on his lap to indicate what she meant.