Of course, Rogue always looked beautiful to Steve, but he had to admit, the image of her with mussed hair, his shirt on her, slightly wrinkled now, and her shorts pulled down was... Something he really shouldn't be thinking about at the moment, unless she was up for Round Four. (He had a feeling it wouldn't be long at all before he lost count of how often they had sex, but he was going to keep track for as long as he could.)

Much obliged. He couldn't stop the happy, amused grin that spread across his face at her very polite response. "Not a problem," he said ─ before scooping her up in a bridal hold, carrying her the few steps to the island and, after deftly pulling her shorts somewhat back up so she wasn't sitting bare-assed, placing her on one of the low-backed stools. His food was in front of the stool just around the corner from hers, so he sat and was still able to easily look over at her still. He gave her a cheesy, self-satisfied grin.