It was Steve's turn to whimper, unable to keep up the kiss as Rogue started moving beneath him, the onslaught of sensation narrowing his focus to the way their bodies slid together. The last time had been intense, but it had been slow and full of discovery, for both of them. This was filled with need, fraught with urgency which made it so much more than before.

Steve turned his head, pressing his face against hers in a sort of nuzzle, pressing uncoordinated kisses along her temple and ear, until he reached the soft spot just below her jaw, latching on and sucking a bruising kiss into her skin. His hips began snapping forward, in a quick, shallow rhythm to match Rogue's, grinding against her briefly before pulling back and sinking back into her amazing heat. His hands were restless, roaming over her sides, over her back, hampered slightly by the dress still firmly attached to her upper body, but it just added a little to the thrill of it all, making it feel more illicit and urgent.