Confidence, especially in dancing, wouldn't be something Steve would have - at least not in the beginning. It was more psychological than anything; he could pick up moves and replicate them almost instantly, and his body always did what he told it, even if sometimes he overestimated what his body should do.

He knew they'd end up doing a lot of things she and Remy had done, just by virtue of the fact it was the same type of relationship: romantic, and heartfelt. That didn't mean she'd be comparing them, and he wasn't going to worry even if something they did together did remind her of her last relationship; things they'd said and done reminded him of Peggy, it was natural to be reminded of the past. It was getting trapped there that he didn't want, and he knew Rogue would always pull him back out.

Pulling away from the kiss at the sound of her stomach reminding them both that they hadn't eaten, Steve couldn't help but smile. They'd worked up even more of an appetite now, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to pick up the cutting board with the sandwiches before moving to the couch, because he certainly didn't want to get up at the moment. "We've got sandwiches," he reminded her, nodding over toward the table.