Well, things were certainly starting to heat up in the kitchen, Steve thought, still a little giddy from his laughing spell. He gave as good as Rogue was giving in the kiss, and when he realized what she was trying to do, Steve quickly pulled his hands back to wrap around her waist, helping to boost her up to sit on the counter. It was strange having her almost level with him while kissing, but very, very enjoyable.

Steve moved his hands down, to cup Rogue's ass briefly, before finding the hem of her sleep shirt ─ his shirt ─ and pull it up, before running his hands up her back under the material. In a small, back corner of his mind, he noted the uneven texture of her skin from her scars, but he never faltered or hesitated in touching her, barely even registering what he was feeling, besides Rogue.