Holding Steve's hand was one of her favorite things to do now. It was such a simple little thing, but it meant so much - that she could touch him at all and that he returned her affections. She could imagine sitting on the couch together, holding hands and talking or watching a film, and it was the most wonderful image.
She followed him through the apartment, really paying attention this time for the proper tour, noting the bathroom and his studio (which she was dying to explore), and eyeing those lovely windows in the living room. It was the kitchen that really caught her attention though, the whole thing newer and better equipped than her own by far, with so much more space that would make cooking and baking easier. Moving around the room, she ran a hand along the edge of the counter while she examined the stove - it was disappointing that it wasn't gas, but induction was still quite nice to work with. And with all that cupboard and counter space, she was practically drooling.
It was a good thing he didn't seem to want to get rid of her, because between his sweet personality, phenomenal prowess in the bedroom, and amazing kitchen, there was no way she was going anywhere.
Rogue waited for him to pull things from the fridge and get to work at the counter before she moved into place behind him and slipped her arms around his middle. She pressed herself to his back, like the way she did when she rode his bike, laying her cheek against the back of his shoulder, and just sighed contentedly. "I love your apartment, sugar," she told him with a smile that he might not see but would certainly be able to hear. "Especially this kitchen."
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She followed him through the apartment, really paying attention this time for the proper tour, noting the bathroom and his studio (which she was dying to explore), and eyeing those lovely windows in the living room. It was the kitchen that really caught her attention though, the whole thing newer and better equipped than her own by far, with so much more space that would make cooking and baking easier. Moving around the room, she ran a hand along the edge of the counter while she examined the stove - it was disappointing that it wasn't gas, but induction was still quite nice to work with. And with all that cupboard and counter space, she was practically drooling.
It was a good thing he didn't seem to want to get rid of her, because between his sweet personality, phenomenal prowess in the bedroom, and amazing kitchen, there was no way she was going anywhere.
Rogue waited for him to pull things from the fridge and get to work at the counter before she moved into place behind him and slipped her arms around his middle. She pressed herself to his back, like the way she did when she rode his bike, laying her cheek against the back of his shoulder, and just sighed contentedly. "I love your apartment, sugar," she told him with a smile that he might not see but would certainly be able to hear. "Especially this kitchen."