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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..." 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.

In theory, Steve knew how bras worked - but Rogue was right in thinking he'd never actually taken one off someone before. He certainly wouldn't be able to do it without looking, and they'd already established that she was more comfortable if he just ignored anything having to do with her back. And that was fine. It definitely wasn't her back he was focused on at the moment.

Watching her arms move back, the bra now unclasped and nothing holding it on except pressure from her arms and its own shape - Steve wasn't quite sure what he was feeling (besides lust - he was definitely feeling lust); anticipation, and maybe the best kind of nerves, like just after he'd jumped out of the plane over enemy territory, with nothing but a fake shield to aid him.

Standing up, he wrapped an arm around her so she wouldn't stumble back from the sudden proximity. He reached up and pulled on the strap of her bra, moving back just far enough that he could tug it down her arms.

Later on, after they'd both gotten used to this and were at ease with each other, then Rogue would let Steve have the fun of struggling to unhook her bras. At that point, she'd be able to tease him about it and hopefully not have it ruin the mood.

She was definitely feeling her own healthy dose of lust, that was for sure. If they weren't trying to take this a little slow, she would have been climbing him like a jungle gym at that very moment. But the slower pace was building the anticipation, and when the bra dropped away, Steve would be able to see just how excited she was for this.

Steve was beginning to think that slow was slightly over-rated. Still, he couldn't help but stare as Rogue's body was revealed, running his hands up her ribs to cup a breast in each hand, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her against him to kiss her again, one hand still against her chest. The feel of all that bare skin pressed together was intoxicating, and Steve just wanted more.

"Pants," he was finally able to tear away from her long enough to mumble. He definitely had to be naked now, and so did she.

Another little moan slipped out when Steve touched her breasts, the sensation arching through her and making the urge to climb all over him skyrocket. Her hands clutched at his sides, keeping him close while they kissed, and they were already moving down to his waist before he'd finished saying the word.

She was back to kissing him as she fumbled at easing his pants down, but she managed eventually, and thank goodness they weren't extremely fitted - gravity would do some of the work. And then she was gently pushing him backward toward the bed to get him to lie down, which was a real feat when what she wanted to do was shove him down and never let gim back up.

She didn't have to push hard, as Steve had the same idea and moved back, his arm still around Rogue and pulling her with him. He had just enough presence of mind to hook his fingers into his boxer-briefs and push them down to his knees, kicking them and his pants off completely before getting on the bed.

His hands wanted to touch all of her, but first things first: he took Rogue by the waist and set her on the bed beside him, before rolling over to lay on top of her, planting kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Rogue let Steve move her, wrapping her arms around him as soon as he was within reach and lifting a leg to press up against his hip. One hand pressed against his back, fingers stretching and spreading out against all that amazing skin before ever so lightly scratching her nails across it. Her other hand found the back of his neck, clinging to him as she basked in the feeling of so much of his skin touching hers.

This was really happening, wasn't it? This was her life, not some fantastical dream she would wake up from eventually. She sighed audibly and squirmed slightly against him, wanting more of absolutely everything.

The fact that this was really happening, it wasn't some dream his depressed and lonely brain had made up to help him cope, probably wouldn't hit Steve until afterwards; right now he was completely in the moment.

He was trying to maintain a little distance between their hips, because he was a little afraid as soon as he touched her, it would all be over for this round, and that was just not acceptable. But as soon as he felt her nails on his back, Steve's hips jerked, his cock sliding along her thigh and pressing against her opening, still covered by her underwear. He groaned, burying his face against her shoulder.

Rogue's mind was filled with the feeling of Steve against her, but also with the knowledge of all the things they could do together. There were so many things she'd never been able to experience, or that had been modified for safety when she had experienced them, but now... Now, everything was different, and she got to enjoy that with Steve.

Steve's reaction was incredibly gratifying, but she could tell from the way he hid his face that he wasn't pleased with it. She could hazard a guess as to why. Smoothing a hand over his hair, she told him softly, "It's okay, sugar. I don't think either of us are gonna last that long this time around. But we've got all night to work out the kinks." And find some new ones to explore if they so chose.

Staring up at the ceiling a couple hours later with one arm outstretched with Rogue resting on top of it, Steve had to agree, they'd managed to work out several of the kinks. Sex with a new partner, and sex in general, was about communication and enjoying yourself, and once they'd gotten the hang of that-- well, okay, it hadn't gone entirely smoothly, but for a first go-round...

"I'm calling that a definite success," he muttered, sounding out of breath. It was psychological, he wasn't really out of breath, but he certainly felt as if he were back in boot camp, scrawny and chronically ill and having to run countless laps.

He glanced over at Rogue, before turning to wrap his free arm around her middle. She was here, she was real, and she wasn't going anywhere. That was more amazing to him than what they'd just done together (and that had been pretty spectacular).

Rogue chuckled quietly at Steve's words, biting her lower lip in a very satisfied cat that ate the canary type grin. She agreed with the sentiment wholeheartedly, and while Steve wasn't out of breath, she certainly was. Her body was aching in that wonderful way that came from too much sex after too long without, and she was pretty darn close to exhausted, but it was all of it amazing.

She snuggled in against him as his other arm came around her, pressing a kiss to his chest before blinking up at him tiredly. Even after what they had just done, it was hard to believe he was really right there with her. "Happy birthday, Steve," she told him with a loving smile.a

He couldn't help but huff a small laugh at her words. It wasn't that he was trying to make light of the situation, but the thought crossed his mind that yes, it really had been a good birthday. One of the best. Not just because of the sex, although that was a big factor. But it had been a good day, and he'd had very few of those, lately. And of the ones he'd had, a fair amount had included Rogue.

"Thank you," he said softly. He meant more than just her words, he meant all of it: the picnic and food from today, and just the joy she'd brought him. If they'd had to, he could live without the sex; he wasn't sure what he'd do if he had to live without Rogue.

There was so much more that Rogue wished she could have done for his birthday, so much more she thought he deserved. But they had both already come to the conclusion that this thing between them was for the long haul, and so there would be many more birthdays to come. She would have a whole year to plan for it, and she already had a few ideas.

"You're very welcome, sugar," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his jaw and maybe his lips when her stomach grumbled rather loudly. Her eyes widened and she blinked once, twice, and then gave Steve a somewhat sheepish look. It had been hours since their picnic lunch, and they had worked up quite an appetite just now...

Steve couldn't stop his bark of laughter, more at the look on Rogue's face than the fact she was obviously hungry. If there was anything Steve understood, it was the constant need for food. His body regulated his energy more efficiently, so strenuous activities didn't make him that much hungrier than usual - but he was always borderline hungry anyway.

"Let's get some food," he said. Glancing at his alarm clock, he added "Actually, we could still catch the fireworks if we hustle a little. We can grab some food, the blanket, and settle on the roof." He looked back to Rogue to see what she thought of the idea.

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