Rogue knew that Steve wasn't the possessive sort and she'd never even contemplate the possibility of him being such. What he was feeling though, that was different, and if he ever told her about it or acted on it in the bedroom... Well, she'd find it one hell of a turn on.

While he had his arms around her, she leaned back against him, enjoying that simple embrace and the sound of his voice in her ear. She turned when he moved away, watching him for a moment before stepping over to the bed and lifting the folded back blankets to slip between them. Being Steve's bed now was different from before; in a way, it was even more intimate. Sleeping with someone meant letting your guard down and trusting them, letting them see you while you were vulnerable. It was wonderful with the right person.

"Come here, handsome," she said with a soft smile, gently patting the patch of sheet beside her.