"You..." Steve had no idea what to say. A very small part of him still couldn't believe that this was actually happening; that he was dating a gorgeous, amazing woman, and she wanted to be with him. Picking up her hand again, he raised it to his mouth and kissed the back, keeping his eyes locked with Rogue's. He pulled her gently after him, turning to face forward only so he wouldn't trip over his own feet (it was less likely now with his new body, but Rogue was distracting enough that he wouldn't discount it), leading her to the small hallway connecting the living area to the more secluded areas of the apartment.

The corner bedroom, which was probably actually supposed to be the master bedroom, was now his artist's study. Turning right, Steve pushed open his bedroom door, leading Rogue in. His stomach tightened with nerves, because this was it. They'd been discussing it, anticipating it, but this was really it. It was a little daunting.

But that had never stopped him before. One final step and they were next to the bed, and Steve finally let his excitement take hold, pulling Rogue against him and kissing her, softly, but very passionately.