Undoubtedly, they would be repeating this performance when Rogue had her own nightmares, when she needed reminding that she was alive and with Steve. There was no telling if he would be worked into those awful memories, if it wouldn't just be Remy's death that she saw, and if that happened... The mere thought of it made her clutch him more tightly, her grip so firm that it would have bruised anyone else.

Something changed in him, she could feel it as the strength of his thrusts changed, so hard that she'd be sore afterward, but for now it was all just shades of pleasure, and it was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe. Each breath that she did manage ended in a keening moan that begged him for everything. Faster. Harder. Don't stop. But the only word she could manage was his name, over and over. "Steve."