Shutting his eyes as Rogue moved off his lap, Steve slumped back on the bench. He opened his eyes and just stared at the canopy of the trees for a moment, willing his erection down enough that he could stand without making a spectacle of himself.

Sighing, probably more heavily than the situation warranted, Steve grabbed the blanket, then glanced over to where Rogue was picking up the basket. Turn about was fair play, he figured, and she hadn't seemed to mind the last time he'd picked her up...

Steve moved towards her, and in one smooth motion, ducked at the waist, dropped his shoulder, wrapped his arms around Rogue's thighs, and stood back up again, all without losing a step. The basket thumped against his backside, but he didn't let it stop him, just kept striding purposefully toward the entrance of the park where he'd stashed his bike. "Yep," he responded, sounding nonchalant, but rather chipper all of a sudden. "It's a very good thing."