While Steve's body had settled down somewhat, Rogue's had done the exact opposite. The closer they got to his apartment, the more she could feel her nerves practically buzzing, making her aware of every inch of him that she touched and every inch that she didn't. If it wouldn't have probably gotten them killed and been mortifying for Steve, she would have let her hands wander during the ride (they certainly wanted to), but she managed to behave herself this time. Somehow.

It took a great deal of effort to climb off that bike and put those inches of space back between herself and Steve. She had to force herself to remove the helmet and retrieve their belongings, but she didn't even try to hide the longing and desire in her expression when she looked at him. She couldn't have.