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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.

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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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Steve nodded, more to himself, but also in answer to her question; he hadn't been sure she'd want to push the whole incident aside, try to put on a brave face, or if she was still working through too much to even consider it, but he'd had to ask. He honestly didn't care at that moment ─ there would be other fireworks, and even if there weren't, he'd rather see her happy again, any day. "Okay. That's fine," he soothed gently.

Feeling her trembling as much as hearing it in her voice, Steve didn't even bother to ask first, just bent slightly and scooped her up in a bridal carry (easy, since she already had her arms around his neck). Remembering at the last second that he'd originally started making sandwiches for her as well as himself, he just pushed the knife off the cutting board and grabbed the whole thing with the hand he had wrapped around her legs. His arm still braced under her legs, Steve turned and made his way over to the couch. He bent at the knees so not to displace Rogue, set the cutting board on the coffee table (beside the ashtray he'd forgotten to put out of sight, damn), then just sat down on the couch, keeping her in his arms, now nestled like a child after a nightmare.

He'd give her a few more minutes, then suggest she eat something. He knew how tears could take it out of you, both emotionally and physically, and she'd already been hungry before this had even started. She didn't look sickly-thin, but Steve came from a time before 'heroin-chic' had ever been a thing, and─not that he'd ever tell Rogue this─personally he preferred women with a little more curve than was fashionable nowadays. He thought she was beautiful, and always would, but he certainly wouldn't complain if she managed to gain a few pounds. (Again, never something he would actually tell her─he may not know much about women, but he hadn't been born yesterday, either.)

She hadn't expected him to pick her up, but she should have, since it was entirely his style. He was taking care of her, protecting her the only way he could, and if that wasn't Steve Rogers, then she'd been completely wrong about him. Protecting people was what he did, and he didn't need a shield to do it.

Keeping her arms tight around his neck, she only distantly noticed that he did something behind her, picked up something and took it with them to the couch. It wasn't until she was safely in his arms on his lap that she began to really relax, letting her muscles loosen so maybe she could stop shaking quite so much. After a short while of just sitting there, breathing and holding on to him, she said very softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose it like that." Her throat ached from all the crying she'd just done, and there was a distinctive croak to her whisper.

Rogue certainly wasn't wrong about him. He wanted to do anything, everything, he could for her. He wanted to help fix the problem, but he knew this wasn't the sort of thing you threw your fists or even your shield at (it would be much simpler if that was all he had to do); all he could do was be there for her, try to comfort her, and let her know that no matter how she felt, what she thought of herself, he thought she was perfect.

Steve continued to just hold her, the hand around her back reaching up past her shoulder to soothe over her hair, holding her head gently against his shoulder. He listened as her breathing slowed and evened out, and clearly heard her whisper, and the rasp to her voice. "Darling," he murmured, "it's no problem. I think... it was probably long overdue." He knew, if you kept a lid on emotions as volatile as that, they built until they exploded, usually when you least wanted them to. Rogue, as he was learning, was someone who seemed to try to control her emotions all the time ─ while he didn't know what she did when she was alone, she didn't seem the type of person to let things out to relieve all that internal pressure. He'd probably been wreaking havoc on her emotions, and all he ever wanted to do was make her happy. Witness him trying to do something kind and complimentary, like give her flowers, and her reaction. Not to mention this latest fiasco.

Still. He wasn't going to stop, just because it made her cry. "'Tears are holy water,'" he said, soft and gentle and distant, remembering his own mother speaking those same words, as she soothed him after his crying bouts, or sometimes even her own, if he chanced upon her before she could clean herself up. His voice took on the sweet sing-song lilt of her Irish brogue as he quoted her. "'Pure and cleansing, they wash away our hurt and anger and fear; all the toxins in our soul, to leave us fresh to greet the new day.'"

Long overdue. He had no idea. She'd cried a few times in the lab, during the early days when she'd still had hope that her friends would come to save her, but after a few weeks she'd just been... numb. It was easier that way; it gave the more malicious guards and scientists less material to use against her in their taunting and daily harassment. All of them had truly hated mutants and felt righteous in their actions, and she still heard those cruel words and laughter echoing in her dreams. But now, here with Steve, there was someone who would hold her while she cried, who would remind her that she was safe and loved and would be protected, and that relief was exhausting in its strength.

It was good that he wasn't going to stop doing those little things for her, because she did need them. If his goal was to make her happy, then he'd only be able to really do so by helping her get past the trauma of her recent past. In time, he'd be able to accomplish that without even trying, but with a little effort, they'd get there sooner and with fewer emotional scars.

And then he surprised her with those beautiful words in that lovely Irish brogue, the sound of which simply took her breath away. Had that been how his mother spoke? It must have been beautiful to hear everyday. The lilt of the words warmed her inside, chasing away those lingering shadows, and she lifted her head to look at him for a moment before pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was full of pleading and need. She needed to lose herself in his touch, to be reminded of life and love and the possibility of true happiness.

Steve was hoping maybe for a smile, or at least a soft little nuzzle against his shoulder after he'd spoken; he was not expecting the passionate kiss he received. It was deep and fierce, and he thought he knew where it was coming from. All the same, he reached up to cup her cheek, slowing down the urgency, but not the passion.

"Not going anywhere," he murmured, between brushes of lips and tongues, and even a couple nips of teeth. "You're stuck with me." It felt like a code phrase, now; what he said when he knew hearing I love you or I'm never leaving you might be too overwhelming for her.

He shifted, turning her in his arms even as he moved, until Rogue was lying on the couch, his body pressed over hers, sheltering her. Moving from her mouth along her jaw, he pressed sucking kisses down her neck, using just the faintest hint of teeth along her collarbone, trying to draw her out of her head. One arm was still along her side, under her shoulder, but the other started moving up the outside of her leg, under her skirt. He didn't make it overtly intimate, letting her choose how far she wanted to let this go, but also letting her know that he had no problem going however far she wanted. If she wanted out of her own head for a while, he could certainly manage that.

Outside, he heard the faintest boom of thunder, and knew the fireworks display had started in earnest.

Stuck with him. Oh, how glad she was of that. Even after just a few short days, Steve was already the center of her universe. The mere thought of even trying to live without him made it hard to breathe, and she held him tighter because of it.

She could feel him trying to slow the urgency of their actions together, but it was still in her heart, a need to be with him, right then at that very moment. It wasn't something she could explain to him, there weren't any words that would be able to properly describe it. She didn't make it any secret how much she enjoyed each and every one of his touches, though - the way he laid over her on the couch, those kisses that made her heart race faster and faster, the brush of teeth that made her gasp with want. Her hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, on his chest and shoulders and arms, grabbing fistfuls for a second or two and then releasing them to move her hands along those strong muscles.

But it wasn't enough. Even that hand placed so deliciously on her thigh wasn't enough.

"Steve, please," she pleaded, her voice a breathy mix of desire and eagerness. "I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Now. Please."

She just barely registered that the fireworks had started, and there, at the back of her mind, was a little bit of guilt at his missing them this year. A birthday tradition cast aside because of her. But it was only a little bit.

If Steve hadn't already been hard, Rogue's rushed, urgent words would have done it for him. He groaned, shifting back just enough that he could get his hand between them, leaning up to kiss her hungrily while he quickly undid his slacks. He was very thankful he'd foregone underwear, for just this reason. He hadn't imagined them having sex on the couch for the next round, but he also wasn't entirely surprised, considering they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Steve pushed his pants down far enough that they wouldn't be in the way, and didn't bother with them after that; he slid his hand up Rogue's thigh again, pushing her skirt up until he found the top edge of her underwear. "Lift your hips for me," he murmured.

That hungry kiss was enthusiastically met and returned, her hands framing his face, moving to his hair, down to his shoulders. She couldn't stop touching him, and certainly couldn't keep her hands off him. She had a brief thought to be grateful for her own prescience to take a few days off from work - they weren't going to be keeping their clothes on for much of the time if the last few hours were any indication.

Rogue lifted her hips as instructed, pulling her skirt up and completely out of the way for him. Her legs were wrapped around him the second he was close enough again, urging him closer into place, her desperation coming through loud and clear in the way she tugged at him, gently but insistently.

Steve barely had her panties pulled off one leg before both of Rogue's legs were locked around him; his precarious position leaning on one arm meant the movement jarred him, making him grunt as he caught himself before his considerable bulk crushed her.

None of that mattered though, because he could feel the heat of her, even through the urgency that was sweeping over him as well. Remembering the (somewhat embarrassing, but only because it had had to be explained to him in the first place) conversation about being ready, Steve reached down, running his fingers along her slit; she was either still wet from earlier, or wet again, but either way, obviously this wasn't going to be an issue.

Pressing forward, Steve guided his cock inside her, trying to be gentle and give her a little time to adjust, while also moving as quickly as possible until he was seated fully inside her, groins pressed flush together.

She was perhaps a little too eager, making him lose his balance like that, but she really couldn't bring herself to care. He was meeting her intensity and had ceased those silly efforts at slowing things down, so clearly he didn't see it as an issue.

When his fingers touched her, she trembled in anticipation and let out a sound akin to a whimper. Thank goodness he didn't make her wait for him, she wouldn't have been able to survive it. A gasping moan was pulled from her throat as he filled her, giving her that feeling of being whole and complete that she'd never realized she'd been missing.

Rogue pulled Steve to her for a bruising, claiming kiss, meant to convey that he was hers and she was his, and nothing and no one was going to get in the way of that. It hadn't been more than a few seconds of him pressed against her, so considerately giving her time to get used to the size of him, before she started moving her hips, trying to create that sweet friction they'd enjoyed earlier.

It was Steve's turn to whimper, unable to keep up the kiss as Rogue started moving beneath him, the onslaught of sensation narrowing his focus to the way their bodies slid together. The last time had been intense, but it had been slow and full of discovery, for both of them. This was filled with need, fraught with urgency which made it so much more than before.

Steve turned his head, pressing his face against hers in a sort of nuzzle, pressing uncoordinated kisses along her temple and ear, until he reached the soft spot just below her jaw, latching on and sucking a bruising kiss into her skin. His hips began snapping forward, in a quick, shallow rhythm to match Rogue's, grinding against her briefly before pulling back and sinking back into her amazing heat. His hands were restless, roaming over her sides, over her back, hampered slightly by the dress still firmly attached to her upper body, but it just added a little to the thrill of it all, making it feel more illicit and urgent.

Every breath Rogue pulled in was a gasp, released in a moan. Her hands were just as restless as his, clutching at him and urging him closer. The sound of the fireworks was still there in the distance, and had she had any thoughts to spare, she would have been grateful that most of his neighbors were likely out at the moment - she was not at all quiet in her increasing passion and appreciation for the way he was moving within her. And that bruising kiss under her jaw, there was a thrill in that for her too; she'd never had a hickey before.

It was such a turn-on to her for them to still be partially clothed, but with no barriers between their most sensitive parts. Her experience with sex before Steve had always involved carefully placed clothing, silk, or other protective layers, to ensure Remy made it out of their encounter alive. So it was familiar for them to still be somewhat covered now, but maddeningly delicious for it to not be at all necessary.

She tried to move even more beneath Steve, coaxing him to move faster, to make her feel more. If she'd been able to catch her breath, she would have tried to tell him so.

It was always in the back of Steve's mind that he needed to be careful, even in the midst of passion. Rogue was, for all intents and purposes, human, and Steve had super strength. He understood the difference between a pleasant ache, and real pain, but it was so easy for him to misjudge, and tip the scale from the one to the other. He'd broken a couple doorknobs before he'd learned just how much strength he had to use for things (answer: barely any), and once he'd tried turning on a faucet and the handle had stuck, and he'd ended up breaking the whole fixture trying to loosen it. He didn't want to bruise her; not least of which because... well, he didn't want her to be really sore at all, but selfishly, he didn't want her to be sore when they inevitably wanted to do this again.

Trying to give Rogue what she seemed to want, what they both wanted, really, while still maintaining some control, Steve moved one of his hands down to cup her bottom, pulling her hips up slightly and lengthening his strokes before driving back into her. With the change in the angle of her body, Steve lost his spot on her neck, but he just moved down along her throat, nipping and sucking and scraping his teeth lightly along her skin, pausing at her collarbone; it was there, pale and prominent and just wanting for attention.

In a way, it was disappointing that Steve wasn't able to really let go of his control. Rogue understood what that would mean, she'd been around people with super strength before, but she wanted to see that look of pure abandonment on his face. Perhaps, one day... No, it would be too risky. Without the practice of safely using her powers on other people, she would never attempt such on Steve - the memories of feeling people die under her touch were still too fresh in her mind.

She tilted her head to give him better access as he left more kisses down her throat. It would be amusing to have to cover them up with makeup when she went out; it was like a rite of passage that she was finally getting to experience after seeing so many of her friends go through it in their younger years. She and Steve certainly were like too randy teenagers, and who knew when or if it would ever fade.

That burning pressure was building inside her, threatening to consume her completely, and it wasn't more than a minute later that she was on the egde, so very close. "Oh lord," she breathed, finally managed to get hold of her voice for at least a moment or two, though the words were squeezed out between what were almost keening, pleading sounds now. "Steve. Steve, I- I love you." It had to be said. She wanted to say it a thousand times, to ingrain the sound of it in his thoughts. Because it was true, and she would tell him every day for the rest of their lives.

Knowing his libido, it might not fade, not for him at least, so much as become more manageable over time. Right now, at the beginning of new discovery, Steve finally had an understanding of why everyone seemed to put so much emphasis on sex. It was different from taking care of his needs himself, but it was more than that; it was that physical connection, the ultimate physical act of intimacy, seeing your partner abandon themselves to pleasure and knowing you had done that, made them feel that way.

Steve listened to the noises Rogue made, hearing them change pitch as she got closer to her release, his own breath coming in pants and occasional whining moans. He was getting closer too, but he was going to make sure Rogue came first; his control slipping slightly, his hand clenched where he held her buttocks, leaving what would eventually be spectacular finger-shaped bruises, that he'd both feel guilty about, and be vaguely fascinated by, in a horrible sort of way.

And then she said his name, and said she loved him, and all Steve's well-meaning intentions went right out the window. He gasped, grunting slightly as his orgasm shot through him, his hips snapping forward in jerky, uncoordinated movements, clutching her lower body against him and grinding into her, before his muscles slowly started to relax.

Rogue wasn't sure it would ever fade for her either. Being able to finally lose herself in intimacy was a fantastic feeling, but even better was being able to share that with her partner. Between their first round and this one, she'd already started contemplating more ways to get that wonderful look back on Steve's face.

The force of Steve's release shot through her, triggering her own orgasm that had her practically shouting with the sudden burst of pleasure. Her body shook and her arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into his shoulders with what would have been bruising force on anyone else. Her muscles still trembled slightly as they eventually began to relax, and despite her labored breathing she had to tug him down to her for a peppering of kisses - on his lips, cheek, jaw, anywhere she could reach.

Steve had a hard time focusing and getting his body to do what he wanted, after the intensity of their coupling. He shifted to the side, letting himself fall against the back of the couch, his arm still across Rogue's middle; he pulled, turning her toward him, catching her lips as they pressed against his in one of those fleeting kisses, drawing it out into something languid and sweet.

"I love you," he murmured between slow kisses.

Those unhurried kisses were practically magical in how they made her melt in a completely different way than their latest intimate encounter. These kisses made her feel soft and gooey inside, warm and content and happy. So very happy.

"I love you too," she murmured, sharing another few kisses before scooting down a little so she could lean her head against his chest, tucked under his chin. "I can't feel my toes yet," she confessed with a quiet giggle.

Steve huffed a little in amusement at Rogue's words, his breath still coming in small pants. "Yeah, that was... wow." He wondered if sex was going to be like their kisses, each instance unique and different. He wouldn't mind it, at all, he was enjoying what they'd done together so far - but just being with Rogue, getting to hold her, was enough for him.

"That's probably not a good thing," he teased, "but I'm taking it as a compliment, anyway." He pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, shifting so he could stretch out a little better, settling Rogue on his chest some more.

Wow, indeed. For a while, at least, everything for them would be unique and different, which wasn't a bad thing. Their entire relationship thus far had been different than what 'normal' people went through, and Rogue was just fine with that.

"It's a very good thing, you should be proud of yourself," she assured him, snuggling in like he was her own giant teddy bear. "For someone who's never done this before, you're doing really well."

Blushing, Steve pressed his face further into Rogue's hair, nuzzling a little as he did. "Just gotta find the right partner," he finally murmured, remembering the times before when those words had been spoken, either by him... or Peggy. It didn't fill him with grief like it had just a few short, long days ago, thinking about what he'd missed out on, what the ice had stolen from him. It saddened him as an opportunity lost, but he had Rogue now, and Steve had always been a man to treasure what he had over questions of what could have been.

He'd grown still, as he thought about all that, though. Rousing himself a little from his musings, he told Rogue, "I think I want to take you dancing. I don't... really know how, but I want to learn. With you."

Rogue noticed that stillness that overtook Steve, and she wondered if those words meant something more to him than they appeared to on the surface. The way he'd said them could easily be indicative of something from his past. She was about to ask him about it out of concern when he spoke, and then all she could do was grin.

Pulling back a little so she could look up at him, her cheeks almost hurt from how bright her smile was as she told him, "I'd love to go dancing with you, Steve. Dancing's always been one of my favorite things, and I'd be happy to teach you how if you like. Or I could find a class for you, or we could even take one together, there are all kinds of things for couples these days."

Steve couldn't help laughing at her enthusiasm; he reached out to cup her cheek, tilting his head down to press a slow kiss to her mouth. "Let's go one step at a time. I'd like it if you taught me, or tried, at least. If that doesn't really work out, we could... find a couples class, that sounds nice."

The idea struck him, then, that that's what they were: a couple. He'd been so elated to find someone he could be with, even with all the ups and downs of the last few days, he'd only been thinking about 'I have Rogue now.' While he knew that the converse was true, that she definitely had him, and even though he'd thought about how they had each other to lean on, he'd never parsed it down to that one, all-encompassing word, couple.

It just seemed more... long-term than saying you were just going with someone. A couple, in his time and to his way of thinking, were people who would almost inevitably get married. He knew nothing was for certain, for anybody, and it was too soon to really think about it seriously, and definitely too soon to say anything... But it was there now, sitting at the back of his mind, the idea. A real, tangible idea of forever.

And then he remembered that she'd already been married. So she wouldn't necessarily be opposed to the idea, if he brought it up in the future, like he'd learned some women were in this day... But would she want to get married again? He didn't have the details, but he was pretty sure he had guessed correctly what had happened to her first husband, Remy. Would she even consider getting married to another man who went out and risked his life when people needed protecting?

It was something he would have to think about. But not right now. Right now, he pushed the thoughts to a small corner of his mind, to be mulled over in private, and leaned in for another kiss.

It was really incredibly difficult for Rogue to contain her excitement at the idea of dancing with Steve. She'd grown up dancing, attending fancy parties hosted by the royalty of southern society, but she hadn't discovered her present intense love until she'd started dancing with Remy. There had been something so intimate about it, and he'd been so confident moving across the floor, that their days in New Orleans and Paris had been absolutely filled with music and dancing. Even their time at the mansion had so many nights of slow dancing in their room or on a balcony, just being close and together.

Not that was expecting to share everything with Steve that she had with Remy. That would be both silly and unfair for him, and she really did want them to have their own shared experiences. Teaching Steve would make the whole thing different right off the bat, though - she could teach him a few basics, and then if he wanted to learn a particular dance, perhaps from his era, they could certainly do that. Really, she'd love that.

Returning the kiss with affection, Rogue lost herself in the feeling of that kiss, in the taste of Steve, and she'd have been perfectly content to stay there on the couch for hours with him. Her stomach had other plans, though, which it made abundantly clear with a return of its earlier rumbling. They hadn't quite gotten to those sandwiches, had they?

Confidence, especially in dancing, wouldn't be something Steve would have - at least not in the beginning. It was more psychological than anything; he could pick up moves and replicate them almost instantly, and his body always did what he told it, even if sometimes he overestimated what his body should do.

He knew they'd end up doing a lot of things she and Remy had done, just by virtue of the fact it was the same type of relationship: romantic, and heartfelt. That didn't mean she'd be comparing them, and he wasn't going to worry even if something they did together did remind her of her last relationship; things they'd said and done reminded him of Peggy, it was natural to be reminded of the past. It was getting trapped there that he didn't want, and he knew Rogue would always pull him back out.

Pulling away from the kiss at the sound of her stomach reminding them both that they hadn't eaten, Steve couldn't help but smile. They'd worked up even more of an appetite now, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to pick up the cutting board with the sandwiches before moving to the couch, because he certainly didn't want to get up at the moment. "We've got sandwiches," he reminded her, nodding over toward the table.

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