She was perhaps a little too eager, making him lose his balance like that, but she really couldn't bring herself to care. He was meeting her intensity and had ceased those silly efforts at slowing things down, so clearly he didn't see it as an issue.

When his fingers touched her, she trembled in anticipation and let out a sound akin to a whimper. Thank goodness he didn't make her wait for him, she wouldn't have been able to survive it. A gasping moan was pulled from her throat as he filled her, giving her that feeling of being whole and complete that she'd never realized she'd been missing.

Rogue pulled Steve to her for a bruising, claiming kiss, meant to convey that he was hers and she was his, and nothing and no one was going to get in the way of that. It hadn't been more than a few seconds of him pressed against her, so considerately giving her time to get used to the size of him, before she started moving her hips, trying to create that sweet friction they'd enjoyed earlier.