Steve had a hard time focusing and getting his body to do what he wanted, after the intensity of their coupling. He shifted to the side, letting himself fall against the back of the couch, his arm still across Rogue's middle; he pulled, turning her toward him, catching her lips as they pressed against his in one of those fleeting kisses, drawing it out into something languid and sweet.

"I love you," he murmured between slow kisses.