Rogue was aware that they were probably moving a little too fast, but she didn't care either. Everything felt right, and so why should they wait and draw things out? They were both adults, they could make these decisions and live their lives however they wanted. If that involved ripping each others clothes off after having only met a few days earlier, then so be it, and to hell with anyone who judged them for it.
Each step seemed like a mountain until they reached Steve's floor, and Rogue's grip on his hand tightened just a little as he unlocked the door. Nervousness was beginning to settle in at the back of her mind, the realization of what was finally about to happen drifting through her thoughts.
When they got inside, Rogue spared a few seconds to actually look away, vaguely noticing the kitchenette that would be lovely to cook in, and the windows that she would enjoy looking out at all hours of the day. She did make note of the couch that appeared quite comfortable (for sitting as well as other activities), but that was all she could manage before she had to look up at Steve again.
They were inside now. There was a door between them and those prying eyes, and nothing stopping them from doing what they really wanted. She bent down slightly to set their things on the floor, and when she straightened up again her hands went to his chest, sliding up until she could wrap her arms around his neck. "Kiss me?" It was a quiet request, one more chance for him to decide against their present course of action, but lord she hoped he didn't take it.
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Each step seemed like a mountain until they reached Steve's floor, and Rogue's grip on his hand tightened just a little as he unlocked the door. Nervousness was beginning to settle in at the back of her mind, the realization of what was finally about to happen drifting through her thoughts.
When they got inside, Rogue spared a few seconds to actually look away, vaguely noticing the kitchenette that would be lovely to cook in, and the windows that she would enjoy looking out at all hours of the day. She did make note of the couch that appeared quite comfortable (for sitting as well as other activities), but that was all she could manage before she had to look up at Steve again.
They were inside now. There was a door between them and those prying eyes, and nothing stopping them from doing what they really wanted. She bent down slightly to set their things on the floor, and when she straightened up again her hands went to his chest, sliding up until she could wrap her arms around his neck. "Kiss me?" It was a quiet request, one more chance for him to decide against their present course of action, but lord she hoped he didn't take it.