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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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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.

Rogue would never compare Steve to Remy in any sort of negative or critical way. She might consider how different or similar they were, in general or with specific matters, but both would be wonderful in her eyes, because both men were so important to her.

Groaning a little, she hid her face against his shoulder. "I know," she admitted quietly, wishing she didn't have to approach the subject at hand, but feeling that she should. "I know I need to eat something, I know that I'm hungry, but I don't feel it. I don't really have much appetite, and I have to force myself to eat most days. Even chewing feels weird sometimes."

It wasn't the most pleasant subject, when you thought about just how she'd gotten to that point. She didn't want to spell it out completely, it was too... But she would if Steve asked. She would always tell him anything he wanted to know about her past if he asked her.

Steve didn't know anything about the nuances of how to keep someone alive if you didn't give them food, but he understood what she was speaking about, at least marginally anyway. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, thinking for a second, what he could say that might be able to help.

"When I was younger... I had diabetes. From what I understand, how they handle it is a lot more sophisticated now. But back then, they basically told you to starve yourself, at most you could eat oatmeal or serafina. It'd get to the point it didn't matter if you were hungry, because the stuff you had to eat wasn't appetizing, and it started to just... What was the point? So... I don't really understand, not exactly, but I do know, I want you to keep your strength up, an' the only way I know how to do that, is if you eat something. At the moment, we have sandwiches..." he nodded over toward the door, where the bright stars-and-stripes cooler sat, abandoned and all-but forgotten. "Or we have cupcakes. I'll eat whichever you want."

Rogue listened to Steve and couldn't help but think that the life he was describing sounded... awful. Things were incredibly different now with how diabetes was handled, especially the diet, and she was glad for it after hearing how things had been before.

No, it wasn't quite the same, but she was still grateful that Steve had shared that bit of his past with her. It meant a lot. "You're so incredibly sweet," she told him softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "I'll have a sandwich, it's better for me. But maybe I'll reward myself with a chocolate cupcake, as well."

Steve smiled in pleasure, and tried to hide his relief at her saying she'd eat a sandwich. A cupcake was better than nothing, so he would've been grateful if she'd only eaten that much, but a sandwich would be much better.

Keeping the conversation light, he said "Sugar is always a good reward for something. I have kind of a sweet tooth, but... I still don't like a lot of it. I just grew up being worried about eating too much, or having it basically forced down my throat when I bottomed out, so... It's kind of a love/hate relationship, for me."

Pressing another quick kiss to Rogue's forehead, Steve started to pull his arm out from under her to sit up - and realized to his embarrassment that his pants were still shoved down almost to his knees.

It was probably her incredibly good mood that had Rogue being so practical about eating. There would undoubtedly be days where Steve would have to strong-arm her into eating anything but chocolate and coffee, the only things she'd found that she had much appetite for at all these days, but there were worse things they might argue over.

She started to sit up as well before noticing the same thing, as well as the state of her own dress - high up on her hips, exposing quite a lot of her lower half, and her underwear still hooked around one ankle. It was so awkward and embarrassing that she found it a bit hysterical. "We are a mess," she commented with a laugh, running a hand over her face before sitting up properly on the edge of the cushion and tugging at her dress to get it back into place, followed by pulling her underwear up.

Glad that she was laughing at the state of themselves, Steve grinned as he shifted, lifting his hips up enough to at least tug his slacks up where they belonged. He grimaced a little as certain parts of his body stuck a little to the material; clean-up would definitely be required soon, but he didn't want to discourage Rogue from eating, so he decided to wait on that. "We had fun getting that way, though," he told her with a boyish grin, one that hinted at how mischievous he could be, and what a handful he'd been for his mother. "And that's all that really matters, anyway."

Reaching out, he picked up a couple sandwiches; pastrami with mustard for himself, and roast beef with butter for Rogue, and handed that one to her. If she wasn't really used to eating, he wasn't sure if strongly-flavored foods would be something she'd want to eat, especially if she didn't feel like eating now. He'd just started making the sandwiches earlier, hadn't even thought to ask her for any preferences - not that he had a lot to choose from, anyway. He'd have to speak up next time, ask her what she wanted. He really wasn't doing all that well with the little, every-day things required for a, a couple.

But he knew eventually, he wouldn't have to ask her, he'd already know what she preferred eating, what she liked to do... It was a learning curve, just like the rest of the affair. He just hated having to play catch-up; he wanted to already know.

Rogue was definitely feeling the need for a little clean-up herself, with things more than a little sticky in not so pleasant ways. She'd survive until after they ate, though - otherwise she might become her usual stubborn self and give up on the idea of eating the healthier option.

Grinning herself at that look of his that really did speak to a mischievous nature, she accepted the sandwich without hesitation and immediately took a small bite. She wasn't a very picky eater, though of course she had personal preferences, but after a childhood spent in foster care and almost a decade of war, she really would eat just about anything to survive. The roast beef sandwich was pretty good, though, and she have Steve a smile of appreciation as she carefully chewed, making sure to almost count the number of times before she swallowed and took another bite.

She didn't think Steve was doing poorly with any aspect of their relationship thus far. In fact, he was doing extremely well for someone to whom all of this was brand new. She worried about messing things up herself, though, and rather badly at that. It was something she'd struggled with all her life, thinking she wasn't good enough or would ruin the good things she had, and she knew it was going to take a great deal of work to get out of that mindset in this relationship. It certainly had with Remy.

"Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes tonight?" she asked after the second bite; her mind was wandering all over the place, so the question probably seemed to have come out of the blue. But while she'd planned ahead on a lot of things for their birthday date, that particular factor hadn't been taken into account. Oops.

In Steve's mind, the only way you could mess up a relationship was if you didn't keep working at it. If you grew complacent and took the other person for granted, that was the worst thing you could do. Everybody made mistakes, and that was exacerbated if there was a break-down in communication, but so long as you remembered that you weren't the only person affected, things could always be patched up, and a lot of times, made stronger for it. At some points, he would surely question what Rogue was doing with him, a guy from the 40's with a high school education and nothing to his name but a shield and the ability and willingness to fight wrong-doing; but for now, he was happy, and he was willing to work for this thing they had, and make it as strong as possible.

The question about clothes was a little out of left-field, but not too surprising, considering it was getting late, and they'd probably go to bed not long after they ate. Plus, the state of their current clothes really left something to be desired, after their lovemaking on the couch. But it was the idea, combined with the mental image, of Rogue wearing one of his button-downs, or even one of his undershirts, that made Steve freeze, his jaw snapping shut on a bite of sandwich. That was... "Uhhmm," he quickly closed his mouth and swallowed, before food started falling out, cleared his throat, and tried again. "Yeah. Yes. You can-- sure, borrow some clothes. That's--fine."

Fine. Fine. It was definitely better than fine, and Rogue would probably be able to tell, because get him flustered and he could never seem to shut up.

If and when Steve did question why she was with him, Rogue would really lay into him for it. She didn't care about his level of education, or that he didn't have a typical career - those things weren't of importance to her. The fact that he was strong of character and kind, that he had a good sense of humor... those were important.

Rogue looked over at Steve when he failed at making a proper response at first, and she couldn't hold back a smile at the tumble of words that came out of him afterward. He really did seem a bit... not overwhelmed but certainly flustered with her question, or perhaps with the idea of it. And then it hit her; he liked the idea of her wearing his clothes. Her smile grew into a proper grin and she bit her lower lip as she tried desperately not to giggle and only just succeeded.

She couldn't resist making a gently teasing comment about it, though. "I guess I don't have to worry about leaving pajamas over here if you like the idea that much," she said, giving him a little nudge with her shoulder before taking another bite of sandwich.

Pressing his lips together, Steve almost whimpered at the idea of Rogue staying over, numerous nights, and just casually going through his clothes and selecting a shirt to wear to bed. His face of course turned pink as she teased him, but she was smiling and happy and eating, and he could live with a little embarrassment if that was the result.

Taking another bite to give himself time to think of a proper response, he finally said, "Usually, I'm the one wearing the hand-me-downs, or I was. It'll be a nice change of pace, at least." He made a show of looking over at her, looking up and down at her, from the disheveled hair, bruises already forming up and down her neck and chest (he inwardly winced at the sight...but also liked it), her dress mostly pulled back into place but obviously rumpled and not quite straight on her... "You're definitely gonna look nicer in them than I ever do." His voice was huskier than he'd intended, but it definitely helped get his message across.

Rogue hoped that Steve didn't mind the idea of her staying over. Once in a while wouldn't be an imposition, she was sure, but... It was going to be difficult to go home at the end of every date when she could spend the night in his arms. She didn't want to be a bother or burden, though, and so she'd take her cue from him on the matter.

Lord, she loved the feeling of having his eyes on her. It didn't feel awkward at all, nor like he was judging or measuring her. The look that he gave her was... comforting, because it was Steve. And that husky voice, goodness. "I don't know about that," she commented with a grin, glancing down at her lap.

It certainly wouldn't be an imposition, in Steve's mind, anyway. He kind of missed having someone 'underfoot', as it were, always there, even if they weren't directly interacting. He didn't mind being by himself, but especially in this new time, when the only real 'friends' he had were just his teammates, who were more like acquaintances, it would be nice to just... have someone invading his space at times. Bucky used to barge into his place at all times of the day and night, half the time without even knocking, just using the spare key Steve had kept hidden by the door.

Having Rogue around would help get him out of his head some, too, which Steve knew he really needed. He went out and ran in the mornings, and when he was still feeling antsy and cooped up, he went down to the gym, but otherwise, he didn't have a lot to keep himself occupied. He'd walk around and listen to conversations, then search Google for things he'd heard but hadn't understood. Sometimes he got 'lost down the rabbit-hole', as Tony had called it (a phrase he understood, even if the context had been different), searching one thing and finding another, and then another. But after a while even that got tedious, his mind spinning with all the information he'd just learned, and the knowledge that there was still probably 20 times more that he'd never heard about.

But with Rogue there... well, he wasn't sure, but he thought he might feel more settled, having someone else around, and that person being Rogue would just be that much better.

"Trust me," Steve said, with a slow smile, "you really, really will." He still wasn't very good at explicitly stating things, telling her how it made him feel just thinking about her wandering around in his clothes - he got embarrassed just being caught thinking about it, after all. But he hoped eventually, he'd be able to tell her just how stunning she was, and how her in his clothes made him feel. Until then... well, he'd just have to show her.

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