Rogue was so pleased that Steve seemed to have liked what she'd done for his birthday. She felt like it wasn't enough, he deserved so much more, but at the same time it was nice to have kept things a little simple and intimate. There really should have been fireworks in the mix, and she was always going to feel a measure of guilt for making him miss them, but she would make it up to him.

The kiss was beyond amazing, and she wanted a thousand more just like them - happy and carefree, spur-of-the-moment and completely irresistible. She didn't think a thousand was too greedy, and she hoped the universe agreed. "There's more where that came from," she promised him, meaning it in every way possible. Unfortunately, the promise was punctuated with a sudden yawn that came out of nowhere; she hadn't noticed just how tired she was getting for all of his delicious distracting. He had worn her out earlier, after all.