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The Sweet Gestures Meme

the sweet gestures meme

Everyone loves sweet gestures—little things that remind someone that you love them, that you think of them, that you care for their general, and other things. A gesture could be made towards a friend, a family member, or some other loved one. Maybe towards a total stranger you think deserves something to make them smile.

prompts

1. LOVE NOTES ❤ Everyone loves love notes, and they don’t even have to be romantic. It could be simple as ‘have a good day at work’ or even something funny to brighten someone’s day.

2. BREAKFAST IN BED ❤ Especially on a Sunday morning or after a long, late shift at work, breakfast in bed with their favorite foods is surely the way to start the day off right.

3. PHONE CALL ❤ Who doesn’t like a phone call from someone they love, for no reason? A nice conversation can be all someone needs to have a better day or make a good day be a great one.

4. SWEET TREAT ❤ Late at night when you’re both tired from work or just general day-to-day things, something sweet from the local bakery can be just the thing you need.

5. MASSAGE ❤ While a wonderful idea, swapping massages can be a good idea too, or doing it after a nice bubble bath you made for them, or just randomly.

6. RANDOM HUG ❤ Even if they are not having a bad day, how could a hug not bring a smile to someone’s face?

7. SMALL GIFT ❤ It could be a piece of jewelry that caught your eye and reminded you of them, a stuffed animal you won at the carnival… just something small and sweet that you are sure they are going to love no matter how cheap or expensive it is.

8. FLOWERS ❤ From a florist or from a random patch of green, the surprise of flowers for someone you know and/or love is always welcomed! Look into their meanings to make the bouquet, big or small, become extra special.

9. RENT A MOVIE ❤ Sure, you might not like the genre of the movie, but if the other person does, then that is all that matters.

10. SLOW DANCE ❤ Middle of the living room, randomly while on a date, or maybe that is the whole purpose of the date. Slow dances are so underrated.

11. SURPRISE GETAWAY ❤ Yes, that is just what you guys need: a vacation from things, even if it’s just for a day or two and is not half way across the world. From a family vacation to a romantic spur of the moment, everyone loves going to a new place.

12. SURPRISE KISS ❤ Who doesn’t like a surprise kiss? A soft one on the cheek, a kiss being the thing to wake you up in the morning, or a big one right when you walk through the door.

13. HOLD HANDS ❤ There is nothing like holding hands. It’s a simple and intimate gesture, and if you do it the right way, it could have a whole different meaning.

14. COOK DINNER ❤ Come on, give it a go. Who cares if you’re not the best cook in the world or possibly the worst? It’s the thought that counts.

15. WILD CARD ❤ Was there something missed? Did you have another scene in mind? Want to roll again?

POSTED BY luuupin @ allmymemes

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Rogue was aware that they were probably moving a little too fast, but she didn't care either. Everything felt right, and so why should they wait and draw things out? They were both adults, they could make these decisions and live their lives however they wanted. If that involved ripping each others clothes off after having only met a few days earlier, then so be it, and to hell with anyone who judged them for it.

Each step seemed like a mountain until they reached Steve's floor, and Rogue's grip on his hand tightened just a little as he unlocked the door. Nervousness was beginning to settle in at the back of her mind, the realization of what was finally about to happen drifting through her thoughts.

When they got inside, Rogue spared a few seconds to actually look away, vaguely noticing the kitchenette that would be lovely to cook in, and the windows that she would enjoy looking out at all hours of the day. She did make note of the couch that appeared quite comfortable (for sitting as well as other activities), but that was all she could manage before she had to look up at Steve again.

They were inside now. There was a door between them and those prying eyes, and nothing stopping them from doing what they really wanted. She bent down slightly to set their things on the floor, and when she straightened up again her hands went to his chest, sliding up until she could wrap her arms around his neck. "Kiss me?" It was a quiet request, one more chance for him to decide against their present course of action, but lord she hoped he didn't take it.

Watching Rogue set everything down, a sort of calm settled over Steve. It wasn't very deep, his nerves and anticipation were still simmering under the surface, but it was a calm that he was familiar with, just before going into battle; he knew what was going to happen, and now he just had to relax and go with his instincts.

Settling his hands on Rogue's hips, he leaned in, but stopped short of actually kissing her. "I think," he murmured, "that if I kiss you now... we aren't going to make it to the bedroom. It's a nice bedroom," he continued in a soothing voice. "It's got a very big bed. Much comfier than the door... or the couch, even."

Apparently, his lust-addled brain still had a shred of decorum left. He didn't care where they had sex - later; but now, this first time, he definitely wanted it to be on a bed.

He was probably entirely right about them not making it to the bedroom. Hadn't she just been eying the couch with that very thing in mind? And a bed did sound wonderful, with room to really move and press herself against him...

She shivered slightly from the base of her spine on up, and slid her hands back down his chest, though she didn't pull them away. "Then you'd better lead the way, handsome," she informed him in a low, sultry voice. "It's not polite to keep a lady waiting."

"You..." Steve had no idea what to say. A very small part of him still couldn't believe that this was actually happening; that he was dating a gorgeous, amazing woman, and she wanted to be with him. Picking up her hand again, he raised it to his mouth and kissed the back, keeping his eyes locked with Rogue's. He pulled her gently after him, turning to face forward only so he wouldn't trip over his own feet (it was less likely now with his new body, but Rogue was distracting enough that he wouldn't discount it), leading her to the small hallway connecting the living area to the more secluded areas of the apartment.

The corner bedroom, which was probably actually supposed to be the master bedroom, was now his artist's study. Turning right, Steve pushed open his bedroom door, leading Rogue in. His stomach tightened with nerves, because this was it. They'd been discussing it, anticipating it, but this was really it. It was a little daunting.

But that had never stopped him before. One final step and they were next to the bed, and Steve finally let his excitement take hold, pulling Rogue against him and kissing her, softly, but very passionately.

Rogue's pulse was racing as Steve kissed her hand, and her heart was beating so loudly she was sure it was echoing in that small hall. She couldn't quite believe they were doing this, that she had found someone so sweet and genuinely kind who wanted to be with her despite how broken she was. It was a thought that had her even more nervous because of what Steve would soon see, what he would learn about what had been done to her.

Those thoughts were chased away by that amazing kiss. She clutched at him for a few moments before her hands started moving of their own accord, reaching up to slide his overshirt off deliciously broad shoulders.

He was definitely not the only one eager to get things started.

Getting out of his own head had always been one of Steve's problems, but now he just focused on Rogue, her mouth and the feel of her hands as she started pushing his shirt off. He shifted his shoulders and shook his arms a little to help, the shirt forgotten as soon as it fell from his body. He reached up to cup Rogue's jaw with both hands, before sliding his hands down her neck and under her white cardigan to push it off.

They may both be eager, but this was important, for both of them, and Steve was determined to not rush anything. They both deserved more than just a quick tumble between the sheets, no matter how satisfying it might be.

Everywhere Steve's hands touched her felt like fire was being left behind. She wanted more of it, in every possible place he could touch her, but this was important and they did deserve to savor the experience. This was going to be a first for the both of them in so many ways, it needed to be something really worth remembering.

The cardigan slid down her arms and she let go of Steve long enough to tug it the rest of the way, letting it join his shirt somewhere on the floor. The bare skin of her arms ached for his touch, for the warmth of those large hands, but she couldn't pull herself away from drinking in those kisses long enough to tell him so. But the quiet moan that escaped from her throat might just do the job for her.

Steve's hands slid along Rogue's arms, even after she was free of the cardigan. He wasn't really sure what to do, after this point; he wanted her dress off, but didn't really know how to go about doing it. It probably zipped in the back, but he didn't trust his fingers with the coordination and delicacy required to do something like that, especially if he didn't get behind her to do it.

Giving Rogue one last kiss, he softly requested, "Turn around?"

Rogue went completely still at his words, her eyes widening in something akin to fear. She wasn't afraid of Steve, she would never be afraid of the wonderful man in front of her, but...

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. So she let the instinct to hide take over, bowing her head so her hair fell around her face to conceal the way her expression crumbled. This wasn't how she'd wanted things to go.

Something was wrong, but for the life of him, Steve couldn't figure out what. It wasn't an unusual request, they were taking each other's clothes off! Either something else had made her react like that, or...

If Rogue's first instinct was to hide, Steve's was to protect. He reached forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest, resting his head on top of hers and enveloping her as completely as possible. "I'm sorry," he murmured; he didn't know what exactly had happened, but he knew he didn't want Rogue upset. "If you want to stop, that's fine. We don't have to do this, you know."

If it hadn't been something so emotionally disruptive for Rogue, just having Steve's arms wrapped around her like that would have been enough to chase away her fear and every other negative feeling in her. She felt protected when he did that, safe. But this was a very big deal for her, and her issues surrounding the matter weren't so easily dismissed.

"No, sugar, that's not it at all," she tried to reassure him, though her voice was strained and a little shaky. "I want this, I promise you I do. But... Oh lord, Steve, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She took a deep breath and barreled onward, knowing it wasn't fair to worry him like this. "I have scars on my back. Real bad ones."

At first, he wasn't sure what she was apologizing for - she didn't need to apologize for anything. And when she explained what the problem was...

Well, it wasn't really a problem, not to him at least. He wasn't expecting it, but maybe he should have been, knowing even a little of her history the last few years. "Hey, okay... okay." He reached up to cradle her head with a hand, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"Sweetheart..." He wasn't sure how to say this without upsetting her even more. He certainly didn't want that, but if there was one thing Steve knew how to do, it was speak his mind. "I'm sorry, that it bothers you so much. But if you think I give a tinker's damn about that, you're wrong." He kept his voice gentle and soothing, but firm with conviction. "You are beautiful to me, inside and out, and nothing's gonna make me change my mind."

They really hadn't known each other long enough yet, for Rogue to fully understand that once his mind was made up, God Himself couldn't change it.

Everything Steve did and said, from the touch of his hand and that sweet kiss to the term of endearment and that heartfelt conviction, should have been completely reassuring to Rogue. And it was, in a way. It cemented what she had already known about Steve and the way he thought about things. But it also made her realize something.

She wasn't afraid of Steve seeing the scars because of what he would think about them. She was afraid of him seeing them because then it would be real. He would really, truly see a fragment of what had been done to her, the results of one of the final days of her captivity, and somehow that was so much worse than him seeing the tattoo. Those inked numbers were easy for her to distance herself from because they had been quick and painless when compared to everything that had followed. But the scars...

"I know that," she said softly with a nod, her awe at the realization showing in both her voice and the look in her eyes as she leaned back to look up at him. "I know it. That's not why... I'm afraid of you seeing them because then you'll know. What they did to me. What I went through everyday for all those years."

She could barely stand to think about it herself and now he was going to be thinking about it too. Guilty was the only way she could feel about that.

"Rogue..." He reached up and cupped her jaw and cheeks with both hands, making sure she was looking at him, that he had her full attention. "Darling, if I'm thinking about anything besides making love with you, then I have some pretty messed-up priorities. If you don't want me to see them, that's fine. But..." He pressed his lips together, already regretting what he was about to say, but knowing it had to be said. "If you wanna do this, I'm gonna have to see them - even if we do it in complete darkness, I'm going to feel them. I won't be thinking about them, I'll be thinking about you," he reiterated, "but they're as much a part of you as anything else I'm gonna touch.

"I don't care what we do," he said again, kissing the tip of her nose, then placing another kiss between her brows. "If you want to do this, we will. If you want to wait, we can. If you never want to show me, that's fine. I am gonna support you no matter what."

Steve thought about what it might be like, if he had a list of his previous ailments, all of his failures, that anyone could see, right on his body. Even no longer being burdened by them, they had indelibly shaped him, but it had taken him time, and a good man's words, to make him start to see that they had made him stronger, even when he was so physically weak. Rogue's situation wasn't the same, but there were enough parallels for him to start to see where she was coming from. Unfortunately, he didn't know what words she needed to hear, if there even were any, to help her through this.

He was perfect. That was the single thought that resonated in her mind as she listened to him, absorbing his kind words and those little kisses that really were helping to make things better. Each of them helped to spread a calm through her that had started with his words, and by the time he finished speaking, she was settled enough to be able to give him the answer they both needed.

"I want this," she decided, her voice firm and steady. "I love you, and I want to be with you. We're talking forever and I'm being silly worrying about this. I love you," she repeated, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips before turning to give him access to the zipper at the back of her dress. She even moved her hair out of the way, gathering it up and draping the curls over one shoulder.

What Steve would see when he decided to unzip the dress wasn't pretty. Because her mutation was in her skin, it had been a regular practice to 'harvest' strips of her skin - long ones, short ones, thick and thin. Mutants with healing factors had been kept on hand for after each experiment, because she could absorb them and be good as new for the next day's rounds. But the last of them had died (at her hand) before the final round of harvesting, and so her back was covered with long strips of still-healing scars, each around two inches wide and running from her shoulder blades down to her hips.

She wouldn't be wearing bikinis anytime soon.

As if the moment of undoing her dress couldn't get any bigger, now there was the added pressure of what he was about to see. Steve firmly put a lid on any and all reactions he might have, leaning forward to press a kiss to her bare shoulder before reaching for the zipper and pulling it down.

It wasn't what he'd been expecting. They weren't pretty, of course, but he'd expected maybe the uneven, lumpy and wax-like scars like from a fire, or thin white and red scars like from a whip. These were... something else entirely. They almost looked surgical, and Steve had to forcibly tell his brain to not think about it right now. He needed to show Rogue that it didn't matter - and it didn't. But she was right, he was going to be thinking about it, later.

For now, though, he firmly turned his mind back to the task at hand, which was getting undressed, getting in bed, and being intimate with Rogue. He slid his hands along her shoulder blades under the dress, pushing it down. He dropped another kiss on her shoulder, but left it at that. Rogue was right, they had plenty of time later, when their emotional reserves were better fortified, and he could devote all the time they both needed to exploring her back and touching her.

Reaching for her arm, Steve tugged gently, to get her to face him again.

Steve's lack of reaction was, in a way, just what Rogue needed. If he had made a big deal about it, gotten angry or upset or started talking about pretty much anything, she would have started overthinking and worrying again. But this, this approach helped her to stay settled, and she turned when he tugged her, the dress slipping off her hips and pulling on the floor in a puddle of red fabric.

It should have been terrifying for her to stand there in nothing but her new, tasteful black lingerie, but it wasn't. She felt completely at ease with him mere inches from her exposed skin, and the only thing she was nervous about now was him possibly noticing how thin she was and worrying over it. She didn't look sick or entirely malnourished, but she too thin to be healthy, a fact she'd been slowly working to remedy over the past few months. Her curves were still there, but they weren't at all what they used to be.

Honestly, Steve didn't notice anything about what she looked like, besides 'half-naked' and 'standing right in front of him'. It was daunting. He'd rather they just already had their clothes off and could get on with it, but he understood enough about foreplay to know that it was kind of like Christmas - you had to unwrap the present before you got to play with it.

"Hi," he murmured, smiling gently as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her again.

Edited 2016-06-18 05:28 (UTC)

Sometimes, foreplay was highly overrated. Or at least parts of it were.

She melted into his kiss again, giving as good as she got while her hands roamed over his back and down to the bottom edge of his second shirt. Her fingers slipped under the hem and she began to slowly tug it upward, getting just a tiny bit frustrated when she had to pull back from the kissing. "You're overdressed," she grumbled playfully.

Steve groaned, but in frustration, not lust. "God, I know." Pulling back slightly, he reached over his head to grab his shirt by the neck, gathering it in his hands before yanking it over his head, then pulling it off his arms. Now there was a lot more skin on display, and Steve couldn't wait to feel Rogue against him.

Turning slightly, he sat on the edge of the bed, tugging Rogue between his legs, leaning forward to trail kisses along her stomach, up her sternum to the fabric of her bra; his hands settled first on her hips, before moving up her back, then trailing down over her ass and along her thighs. Just as he'd promised, the furthest thing from his mind at the moment was her scars, or how she'd acquired them, even as his hands roamed over the uneven patches of skin.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, mostly to himself. His tone conveyed what the words really meant: I love you. I adore you. I am so thankful I found you. I'm never letting you go.

The sight of Steve without a shirt was... Wow. Just wow. Rogue's hands gravitated to his shoulders as he pulled her between his legs and she shivered in delight at the way his hands so freely roamed over her skin. Even she forgot her scars at that trail of kisses he left.

Four simple words, how could they mean so much? With just those four words, he took her breath away, and she couldn't resist taking control and exploring that body of his.

Her hands traced the strong lines of muscle on his chest with fingertips and smoothing sweeps of palms, and her lips followed in their wake. After just a few inches she was kneeling was between Steve's legs, fingertips trailing down from the edge of his rib cage to the top of his pants.

"Still so overdressed," she complained, though this time her low, murmured tone made it clear that this was a problem she intended to solve herself. It was a fact that was confirmed when those agile fingers of hers found the top button of his pants.

His nerves, which Steve had thought were, if not settled, then at least simmering comfortably, decided to pop up as Rogue settled between his legs, and reached for his pants.

Steve realized that, up until this point, there wasn't anything he hadn't done or seen before. The kissing was new, of course, but he'd been topless around women before, and he'd seen women in their lingerie (the USO show hadn't had a lot of space for dressing rooms, and the girls had started treating him like their very own mascot once they'd gotten to know him; they'd been more likely to ogle him getting dressed than the other way around, and they'd known it), but he'd never been fully naked before - and even if he had, he didn't think he'd be this nervous, if it weren't for the promise of sex very shortly.

It took him just a couple seconds to get a handle on his nerves, taking a deep breath and nodding to himself. "Yeah," he murmured in agreement, in consent.

Rogue's own nerves had mostly settled after the mess with her scars, but there was still a tiny part of her that worried about her control over her power. It hadn't really been properly tested in this universe, she'd always been so careful to keep herself out of high-stress situations where she might lose that control. But this... Well, at least if her power did switch on, she would feel it almost instantly and be able to get away from Steve before any permanent damage was done. She knew the timing now, dangerously well, and she was determined not to hurt him.

That was why she was paying close enough attention to his reactions to be able to notice the brief silence before his response, the quietness of it, and the deep breath that had preceded the utterance. He was nervous about this, very much so, and she wasn't going to exacerbate that by being careless.

Giving him a soft smile full of love and affection, she pulled her hands away from that button to instead slide her hands down along his thighs, over knees and calves until she came to his feet that were still wearing shoes. Those would have to come off before the pants, so that's what she would work on first. Laces were efficiently untied, each shoe gently tugged off his foot and set aside before she rose up on her knees again to address the button and zipper at the top of his pants - her movements were again efficient but gentle, and she watched him during the whole process. There was no teasing, verbally or physically, because all of that could come later. This was about making sure he was comfortable.

When Rogue touched him, moving down to his shoes, and gave him that gorgeous smile, Steve's desire ratcheted up, and his nerves settled - at least somewhat. He figured he'd be a little nervous the first few times they did this, in the beginning, worrying if he was about to do something wrong, what was going to happen, until he got used to it.

Restless hands reached out when she returned to his zipper, running up her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck, before moving back down and hooking his fingers under the straps of her bra and pushing them over her shoulders. He knew it would have to be unhooked to come off completely, but just watching the illusion of undressing her helped settle him back in the right head space. He ran his fingers under the edges of her bra cups, following it down over the curve of her breasts.

Good lord, she was addicted to having his hands on her. Her breathing shallowed out just a little when he pushed down the straps of her bra, and she gave a full-body shiver when his fingers traced their way under the edges of the cups.

Her hands abandoned his pants because any further removal of clothing would require him to stand up, and so she focused on giving him something they both wanted - access to her breasts. She didn't have to ask Steve to know he'd very likely never unhooked a woman's bra before, certainly not in this era, and so she reached both arms behind her back to quickly, expertly unhook the two sides before dropping her arms and leaving the bra where it was. It was his gift he was unwrapping, she wasn't going to take the big reveal away from him.

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