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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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She had to smile at his comments and that laugh he gave. He was right, she didn't pull her punches, not even with the handsome man with whom she was madly in love. It wasn't like he couldn't take it, and she enjoyed keeping him a bit on his toes.

Rogue watched with interest as he retried the tin of tea from a cupboard she would have had to climb onto a chair to reach. To hear that it was a gift from Natasha was a bit unexpected, though. It didn't really fit the impression she'd had of the other woman - perhaps she'd been wrong.

"That sounds perfect," she said with a soft smile, taking the tin from him and breathing in the scent of the tea inside it. "Would you like some?" She paused, then added with a laugh, "Are you even a tea drinker?"

Rogue's laughter set Steve off, almost giggling at the absurdity of the whole thing. "I─ not really?" He laughed again. "I've never really tried? It was always coffee, when I was growing up - which I also couldn't really drink. I've had tea, sure, but it was always just black tea, or this weird herbal stuff Old Lady Tao gave me that tasted─ well, it tasted disgusting. But I'm still alive, and she swore it would make me big and healthy." He glanced down, at his obviously big and healthy body. "I guess it worked." He giggled again.

He couldn't believe, ten minutes after waking up from a nightmare, that he was laughing. Probably too much, acting a little punch-drunk from the adrenaline high, but it just felt good, to laugh and goof around and... be himself. Punk dork that he was.

She hadn't thought it was possible to fall more in love with the adorable man standing in front of her, but hearing him giggle pushed her right over the edge and she had no idea when she might stop falling. Perhaps never, with the way things seemed to be going between them. And after what he'd just been through, having a nightmare that sent him running from her, she was so thankful that he was even able to laugh at all.

"I guess it did," she said with a laugh of her own, reaching up to hook a hand around his neck to pull him down just a little so she could stand on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. "Well, there's a wide world of tea out there that you can try. You might not like any of it, but I can make a few things for you and see if anything strikes your fancy. It's not all disgusting Chinese herbal blends, I promise."

Oh, come on. If he was gonna get a kiss, it should be better than a little peck on the cheek! Steve wrapped his arms around Rogue's waist, bending his head so he could properly kiss her, slow and sweet. Pulling back slightly, he murmured, "I'll take your word for it," before going back to kiss her again, a little more intensely.

Lord, what this woman did to him. Steve turned a little, until he had Rogue pressed against the counter between the fridge and the sink.

He was like an addiction and she just knew she'd never be able to shake him. She didn't want to, of course; she wanted more of him, every second of every day. It wasn't healthy, some part of her warned, but she pushed it aside to better concentrate on the here and now.

A little moan escaped her as he pressed her against the counter, and she returned his kiss with hungry enthusiasm. It was something almost like instinct that had her attempting to hop up onto the counter, though it was more an awkward climb since Steve was so maddeningly close to her -but not close enough.

Well, things were certainly starting to heat up in the kitchen, Steve thought, still a little giddy from his laughing spell. He gave as good as Rogue was giving in the kiss, and when he realized what she was trying to do, Steve quickly pulled his hands back to wrap around her waist, helping to boost her up to sit on the counter. It was strange having her almost level with him while kissing, but very, very enjoyable.

Steve moved his hands down, to cup Rogue's ass briefly, before finding the hem of her sleep shirt ─ his shirt ─ and pull it up, before running his hands up her back under the material. In a small, back corner of his mind, he noted the uneven texture of her skin from her scars, but he never faltered or hesitated in touching her, barely even registering what he was feeling, besides Rogue.

Being at almost the same height as Steve gave the kisses a different kind of depth, and Rogue didn't let up even one bit as her own hands roamed along that smooth skin pulled tight over firm muscle. She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't fathom not being able to touch him.

When his hands slid up her back, she expected to flinch or have those awful tears return, but... she was just fine. More than that, it fueled the fire and she pulled Steve closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and moving her own hands to his back so she was very thoroughly wrapped around him.

Feeling Rogue pressed against him made Steve groan against her mouth, suddenly very aware of the fact that despite still wearing clothes, all the material was very lightweight and flimsy. Also, Rogue on the counter put her at the perfect position for Steve to press his erection against her womanhood.

He wanted to make love to her, right now ─ although 'make love' might be too mild a phrase for how he was feeling at the moment. Sliding one of his hands down her back again, he pushed underneath the hem of the jogging shorts she was borrowing, cupping her ass and lifting so he could keep moving his hand down, pushing the shorts down her leg as he went.

Rogue did her best to help in the effort to divest herself of the the very thin layers of clothing that stood between them getting what they wanted - Steve buried inside her. He seemed to have a pretty good handle on things though, so she slipped her hands under the edge of his lightweight sleep pants and inched them down over his hips, having to lean back just slightly to release his erection.

Finally breaking the kiss that didn't want to end, her right hand moved to wrap around his swollen member while her left moved up his side and around to the back of his shoulder. She trailed gasping kisses along his jaw and neck, scraping her teeth along that delicious skin.

Gasping already from the kiss, Steve buried his face against Rogue's neck and moaned as she wrapped her hand around him, his hips jerking involuntarily at the feel of her teeth, and the arm still around her back tightening, pulling her against him harder. He gave a quick yank to her shorts, pulling them over her thighs, then pulled her leg up higher; the shorts were still on, but they weren't in the way anymore. He kept his left arm supporting along her back, pulling her hips closer to the edge of the counter so she was tilted back more.

Feeling too desperate to really think straight, and knowing that Rogue seemed to want this as much and as quickly as he did, Steve wrapped his hand around hers holding his cock and guided himself to her entrance, pulling her hand away with his as he pushed into her in one quick thrust.

It seemed like they only had two speeds when it came to sex: slow or so fast they couldn't even manage to get all their clothes off first. Not that she was complaining. Their hurried, desperate movements were like fire in her veins, and she gasped loudly as he was suddenly inside her.

Oh lord. An almost whimpering moan came from the back of her throat, followed by another, and another. Her hand clutched at his, holding it tight before letting go to wrap her arm around his neck; she needed the leverage to move her hips, to edge closer to him, create more of the friction between them that she needed. She could barely think for that need she felt for him.

"Steve," she breathed, pleading with him. "Steve."

He wasn't exactly consciously aware of it in so many words, but Steve wanted Rogue to at least be wearing his shirt while they did this. First, because it was his, and he wanted to see that indication that she was his, she'd chosen him; it was that possessive feeling he still wasn't entirely comfortable with, but it was heightening the experience at the moment.

The other reason he wanted the shirt still on, was to create new, real memories of her wearing it, to wash away the nightmare images. Steve had heard soldiers talking, about how after a close brush with death, sex was fantastic, a way to celebrate the fact that you were still around, able to feel pleasure. That was sort of what was happening now with him; he wanted to feel Rogue pressed against him, surrounding him, giving her pleasure and knowing that they both were still there, in the moment, and weren't going anywhere.

As for the rest of their clothes... Well, there was really no excuse for that, was there?

Listening to her moans, feeling Rogue wrap around him and moving against him, calling his name, spurred Steve on; he put his free hand back on her hip, curving to cup her ass and match their rhythm, which was fast and hard and urgent. Very urgent. "I got you," he panted, pressing his face against her neck and shoulder, wrapping his lips around the tendon there and giving the area a series of bruising kisses. The memory of her strapped to that table, vacant eyes watching him impassively, flashed through his mind, unbidden and completely unwanted, and he thrust harder in response, trying to drive the image out of his head, only barely able to keep his strength in check.

Undoubtedly, they would be repeating this performance when Rogue had her own nightmares, when she needed reminding that she was alive and with Steve. There was no telling if he would be worked into those awful memories, if it wouldn't just be Remy's death that she saw, and if that happened... The mere thought of it made her clutch him more tightly, her grip so firm that it would have bruised anyone else.

Something changed in him, she could feel it as the strength of his thrusts changed, so hard that she'd be sore afterward, but for now it was all just shades of pleasure, and it was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe. Each breath that she did manage ended in a keening moan that begged him for everything. Faster. Harder. Don't stop. But the only word she could manage was his name, over and over. "Steve."

Maybe, when Rogue had her own nightmares and needed this, they would be practiced enough at it together that they'd actually manage to get at least some of their clothes off, no matter how frantic the coupling was. Steve never wanted Rogue to experience seeing anything like what he had, not because of him anyway, because he knew she would have her own nightmares about her friends and chosen family.

Rogue was definitely more vocal than he was, probably because he'd never had a chance before to be vocal, to give direction and verbal cues to a partner, on top of the fact that any time he'd pleasured himself, he'd had to stay conscious of the fact that if he made noise, someone would inevitably hear him, which wouldn't have just been embarrassing, but was practically taboo at the time. He'd learned to keep himself quiet no matter what, and it was hard to change those long-ingrained instincts. But listening to Rogue, even just chanting his name, was incredible, and he wanted more of that, he wanted to give her the same kind of feedback.

"Rogue, God," he managed to get out, his teeth gritted as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, feeling his skin start to grow damp from sweat, even though he knew this wasn't the most strenuous thing he could do. "I got you," he said again, partly in response to the plea he could hear in her voice, and partly just for his own sake, reminding himself that this was really happening, and the rest of it wasn't real. This, now, the thing they had between them that somehow managed to keep growing despite how strong it felt already, it was real.

In the beginning, when she'd first started having intimate encounters, she'd worried about being so vocal. She was so deprived of even the most simple touch that the rush of pleasure had demanded she respond with audible sounds - gasps, moans, insistent pleas. But what if it was too much? So she'd tried to keep quiet, which had been neither encouraged nor discouraged by her partners, until she began her relationship with Remy. Her late husband had loved each and every sound she'd made; he'd learned to play her like a violin and she had very little doubt that Steve would do much the same.

"Steve!" she gave one last strangled cry before her muscles tightened around him in the strongest climax she'd had yet with him. Her body shook and she gasped for short, shallows breaths, almost whimpering as she lost the ability to think of anything by the immense pleasure washing over her. Because of her Steve.

As Rogue climaxed, tightening around him, Steve's rhythm faltered. He thrust a few more times before pressing against her, buried as deeply as possible as he spent himself inside her, his hips jerking a little involuntarily, his hands spasming against her back and butt cheek, probably leaving bruises to match those from earlier, and to go along with the hickeys already blossoming along her collar and neck.

Panting like he'd just run a marathon, Steve rested his head on her shoulder, giving it a soft kiss as he loosened his hands and ran them over her skin, a silent apology to his rather rough treatment. He did finally notice the hickeys he'd left before, as well as a couple more that were just blooming bright, dark red that he couldn't remember giving her this time, and pressed kisses to a couple of them as well.

Her grip on Steve loosened as she came down from her high, her muscles relaxing and leaving her feeling completely limp. She leaned against him and carefully rested her temple on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

"Good lord, sugar," she murmured with a hint of humor in her voice. "That was... amazing." The word didn't do it any real justice. "But I can't feel my toes again. Or much else of me at the moment."

Steve huffed a small, panting laugh, leaning his head gently against Rogue's on his shoulder. His arms slid up to wrap around her waist in a loose hug. "You keep tellin' me that, I'm gonna start to think you're some delicate little flower." Which he knew she really wasn't, even as he had to keep reminding himself to watch his strength with her.

"I feel like I'm gonna need a shower before my run this morning," he mused. Steve didn't really do exhausted, not usually anyway, but at the moment he was feeling sated; calm and settled. He didn't expect it to last, but it was nice for the moment.

Thinking about the shower, he started imagining Rogue in there with him, but forcefully pushed the thoughts aside. Not that they were unwanted (absolutely, definitely wanted, and certainly something they'd have to explore later), but Christ, they'd just finished one round. Less than 12 hours and they'd had sex three times already. He could control himself better than that, and Rogue had to be feeling sore by now, even if she denied it to him.

Delicate little flower. Psh. If Rogue was anything, it was a steel magnolia, thank you very much - she might look delicate, but she was made of sterner stuff than that. (At least, she used to be.)

His comment about the shower made her chuckle quietly, because she knew exactly what he meant. She was sticky in various places and could do with some cleaning up herself, though she wasn't up for any shower shenanigans just yet. It was something she wanted, because it was yet another thing she'd never been able to experience, but she was definitely beginning to feel the effects of their activities. In fact, she could go for a hot bath right about then.

"You should eat," she reminded him, carefully leaning back to give him a smile. "Your food's getting to be room temperature." It was just sitting there waiting for him, like dinner had waited the night before. That was twice now that they'd distracted each other from food with sex.

Steve pulled back just enough to hitch his pants back into position, pressing a soft kiss to Rogue's lips. "Food. Right." His stomach made its opinion known, thankfully silently this time. He'd been expending a lot of energy, and not eating like he normally would to replenish it.

"You wanna sit here a little bit longer? Or should I carry you to a chair?" he asked teasingly, although she had to know by now that if she said yes, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

Watching Steve straighten his pants was actually incredibly hot. Seeing him in any sort of disheveled state was incredibly satisfying on a personal level, because she knew that she was the cause of it. At the same time, she didn't want to think about what she must currently look like with her shorts tugged down as they were.

"I'm really not sure my legs will work just yet," she admitted with an almost embarrassed laugh. "So if you could help me to a chair, I'd be much obliged." Her muscles still felt like melting jello, warm and shaky after their extreme workout of the past twelve hours, so standing at that particular moment might not be the best idea.

Of course, Rogue always looked beautiful to Steve, but he had to admit, the image of her with mussed hair, his shirt on her, slightly wrinkled now, and her shorts pulled down was... Something he really shouldn't be thinking about at the moment, unless she was up for Round Four. (He had a feeling it wouldn't be long at all before he lost count of how often they had sex, but he was going to keep track for as long as he could.)

Much obliged. He couldn't stop the happy, amused grin that spread across his face at her very polite response. "Not a problem," he said ─ before scooping her up in a bridal hold, carrying her the few steps to the island and, after deftly pulling her shorts somewhat back up so she wasn't sitting bare-assed, placing her on one of the low-backed stools. His food was in front of the stool just around the corner from hers, so he sat and was still able to easily look over at her still. He gave her a cheesy, self-satisfied grin.

If Steve had proposed Round Four, Rogue wouldn't have hesitated to climb all over him again, soreness be damned. Her appetite for him was insatiable, and she was more than willing to embrace every chance she had to be physically close with him in any and all ways possible.

She couldn't tell whether he was grinning at the content or the structure of what she'd said (sometimes those southernisms just slipped out, especially when good manners were involved), but she loved seeing him that happy. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her, and she cringed comically as he fixed her shorts. Even when he sat and gave her that grin though, she couldn't get rid of her own smile.

"You look like you just ate a canary," she informed him almost accusingly, and she tried really hard to keep the laughter out of her voice, she really did. She failed, of course, but at least she tried.

He was trying to be considerate of Rogue's body, and the aches she'd surely be feeling, if not now then definitely later, especially because she seemed rather blasé about it herself. He loved the intimacy, but he never wanted her to be hurting, even if she deemed the pleasure and closeness worth it.

At her teasing accusation, he tried, mostly successfully, to school his face into a look of innocence. Most of the effect was lost because he made it so obvious, but that was the point. Picking up his sandwich, he casually said, "Well, I haven't yet. Planning on it, though," giving her a look that clearly conveyed he was not talking about his food, before taking a bite.

It was something, like all sexual encounters, that he'd heard about back in his day, but had never had the chance to do. Going down south had been something he'd been interested in learning about, because back then, with his weak heart and low blood pressure, he hadn't been sure he'd be able to perform even when he really wanted to. But using his mouth to give a woman pleasure - that was something he could do at any time.

Edited 2016-07-14 04:14 (UTC)

For Rogue, it was all worth it. The aches and pains of using her body in ways she hadn't before was a small trade off to be able to live how she'd always wanted to. And to have that with someone she cared about as much as Steve -- there was really no downside in her mind. But she appreciated Steve's care and concern more than she'd ever be able to say.

When he said what he did, Rogue just stared at him for a long moment, trying to piece together what he meant, because surely... But that look said it all. She knew exactly what he'd meant and it sent a thrill through her at the very idea of it. For so many years, she'd had fantasies of experiencing that particular act of intimacy, but there was never any way for it to be safe for her partner. So now, with Steve almost outright promising it to her, she couldn't hide the surprised and incredibly pleased look that crossed her face, even as she ducked her head a little in something akin to embarrassment.

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