If Steve had given her a swat to the butt, she'd have given him one right back after an indignant squak. (It would have been done with a huge grin on her face, too.) As it was, she got a great view of all the people they passed, and after a bit she just started waving at the ones who gave them those knowing smiles. Yes, she was being carted off by a gorgeous guy turned caveman, and she was quite happy about it, thank you very much.

Rogue very nearly latched onto him again when he trailed his hands over her, but with a great deal of willpower she managed to instead focus on taking the helmet and securing their things to the bike. She'd enjoyed their time playing in the sun together, but she was going to enjoy the next part of their day even more, and she was eager to get behind those closed doors and away from prying eyes.

As soon as he sat, she was sliding in right behind him, pressing her body against his as much as she possibly could while still leaving him able to drive. She had to be that close to him, and it had very little to do with safety.