Steve watched as she moved, with a critical eye, feeling a sliver of guilt knowing that he'd almost surely caused at least some of her stiffness. And a little more guilt at knowing that he still wouldn't have changed a thing about their night together.
Steve glanced at the bookshelf, wondering what might have caught her interest. A book on art, or one of the fiction books he'd found at a flea market. Maybe a biography, he had a few of those. He was immensely pleased to hear that she'd still be there when he got back, too.
Getting up and taking his dish to the sink, Steve leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to Rogue's cheek. "Thank you. I'm gonna go get changed, and head out. I'll have my phone on me, if you need anything." It felt strange to say that; both because he could be in contact with her wherever he was, which was novel but nice, but also because it was such a domestic thing to say. They were slowly settling, and Steve treasured that feeling, as much as he did the excitement of a new relationship and new love.
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Steve glanced at the bookshelf, wondering what might have caught her interest. A book on art, or one of the fiction books he'd found at a flea market. Maybe a biography, he had a few of those. He was immensely pleased to hear that she'd still be there when he got back, too.
Getting up and taking his dish to the sink, Steve leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to Rogue's cheek. "Thank you. I'm gonna go get changed, and head out. I'll have my phone on me, if you need anything." It felt strange to say that; both because he could be in contact with her wherever he was, which was novel but nice, but also because it was such a domestic thing to say. They were slowly settling, and Steve treasured that feeling, as much as he did the excitement of a new relationship and new love.