Once Steve had gone, Rogue felt... a little empty inside. It was strange to be in his apartment without him, but only in that it felt like something was missing. She didn't feel at all out of place in his home, strange as that was when she'd only spent one night there; it felt a bit like home to her too, now.
Glancing around the kitchen, she realized again just how little he had in the way of, well, everything. She took a peek in the fridge and came to the conclusion that if she wanted to cook them anything later, she would need to go to the store, and she couldn't really do that in her present state.
Right then.
It felt completely natural to search around a bit to find where he kept his towels, and to take a quick shower to clean up after all the activities of the past twelve hours. She pulled her hair up so it didn't get wet, and used his soaps; she wondered vaguely if he would notice that she smelled like him when he came home. The towel was hung up to dry when she was finished, and she pulled on her dress again because it was all she had that was decent enough to go out in. It was a struggle to get the zipper up, but she managed well enough.
With the wonders of the internet, she was able to find a market not too far from his apartment, an easy short walking distance in the cool morning air. She filled her basket with the essentials she'd need to make a few meals, not entirely sure how long she'd be at his apartment, and added in a little treat courtesy of the small shelf of movies available for sale.
She was back at his apartment in half an hour, and between carrying the two very full bags of groceries and her sore, stiff muscles, she felt the distinct need for a nap. With the groceries put away, Rogue curled up on Steve's bed and was fast asleep within seconds, feeling completely safe and at peace. Even the sound of Steve coming home wasn't enough to wake her.
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Glancing around the kitchen, she realized again just how little he had in the way of, well, everything. She took a peek in the fridge and came to the conclusion that if she wanted to cook them anything later, she would need to go to the store, and she couldn't really do that in her present state.
Right then.
It felt completely natural to search around a bit to find where he kept his towels, and to take a quick shower to clean up after all the activities of the past twelve hours. She pulled her hair up so it didn't get wet, and used his soaps; she wondered vaguely if he would notice that she smelled like him when he came home. The towel was hung up to dry when she was finished, and she pulled on her dress again because it was all she had that was decent enough to go out in. It was a struggle to get the zipper up, but she managed well enough.
With the wonders of the internet, she was able to find a market not too far from his apartment, an easy short walking distance in the cool morning air. She filled her basket with the essentials she'd need to make a few meals, not entirely sure how long she'd be at his apartment, and added in a little treat courtesy of the small shelf of movies available for sale.
She was back at his apartment in half an hour, and between carrying the two very full bags of groceries and her sore, stiff muscles, she felt the distinct need for a nap. With the groceries put away, Rogue curled up on Steve's bed and was fast asleep within seconds, feeling completely safe and at peace. Even the sound of Steve coming home wasn't enough to wake her.