Getting out of his own head had always been one of Steve's problems, but now he just focused on Rogue, her mouth and the feel of her hands as she started pushing his shirt off. He shifted his shoulders and shook his arms a little to help, the shirt forgotten as soon as it fell from his body. He reached up to cup Rogue's jaw with both hands, before sliding his hands down her neck and under her white cardigan to push it off.

They may both be eager, but this was important, for both of them, and Steve was determined to not rush anything. They both deserved more than just a quick tumble between the sheets, no matter how satisfying it might be.