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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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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.

If Rogue thought that had been a satisfied smile, she was in for a surprise. Seeing her reaction was priceless, and Steve bit his lip, trying to keep the grin in check, but it really didn't work. He was pleased both with her reaction, and also with himself, and the fact that he could make an innuendo like that, no matter how oblique, without any hint of blushing or embarrassment.

"I'm gonna get changed and go for a run after I finish eating," he said, acting as if he hadn't just promised her sexual favor 10 seconds ago. Nope, nothing to see here, folks. Just two people, discussing their ordinary plans for the day. "Wanna split a cupcake with me before I go?" Because he could always eat more. And he enjoyed sharing the cupcakes with Rogue; even if she'd made them, he thought they were all delicious, so far, and felt they should be enjoyed by as many people as possible.

Lord, she loved seeing that look on him. He wore it so wonderfully, she could look at that smile for hours and not tire of it. She wanted to take a photo to preserve this moment forever, but she hoped she wouldn't have to, that there would be many more like it in their future.

"I'd love to," she told him with her own smile. It didn't matter that she'd tasted them all, that she wasn't hungry in the slightest. Sharing a cupcake with Steve sounded like the most amazing thing in the world in that moment.

Looking over at her, Steve's smile morphed into something softer, more innocent, but no less bright. He knew she wasn't really hungry, she'd already said, so her agreeing to even just split a cupcake was a victory for him. Maybe he'd 'decide' to have 'just one more' before going on his run. Just to get her to eat a little more.

Finishing the last slice of watermelon, the last thing left on his plate, Steve washed the taste down with a gulp of water, before holding up a finger. "Hold that thought, please," he teased, getting up and grabbing the box with the last several cupcakes and sitting back down.

Opening the lid, he considered them with a serious expression, hamming it up a little for Rogue's benefit. He loved watching her smile, hearing her laugh, and it was even better when he was the direct cause. Finally, he glanced at Rogue. "Any suggestions which one I should try next? They all look amazing."

All Steve had to do was ask and she would try her best to eat. She wanted to have the same hunger and appetite, so she could be healthy and strong again, but she didn't know if it would ever happen. That uncertainty wouldn't stop her from working toward her goal, though.

Steve got his wish to see Rogue smile and laugh - she couldn't do anything but when she saw the way he studied the cupcakes with such intent. She felt so happy in that moment, and it was all because of him.

"How about the mocha?" she suggested with her own smile firmly in place, reaching into the box to lift out one of the dark cakes with a deep brown frosting and flakes of chocolate along the top. "It's chocolate with a bit of coffee in it." Her two favorite things, as he'd heard.

Steve was good at being a mother hen and getting people to take care of themselves. He wasn't very good at being the recipient of said treatment, however, which Rogue had already gotten a taste of after his nightmare.

Delicately taking the cupcake from Rogue's fingers, Steve could smell the chocolate, and just a hint of the bitterness of the coffee. He carefully peeled the wrapper off, and took a not-insubstantial bite, trying to get an equal amount of cake and frosting, for maximum effect.

The coffee flavor hit his tongue first, a sharp bitterness that was balanced out by the sweetness of the chocolate, and it was amazing. "Incredible," he murmured, holding it out for Rogue to have a bite. "My compliments to the chef," he teased.

Being taken care of wasn't something Rogue was used to, but it was something that she was starting to embrace at times. She felt so small when the shadows of her past crept up around her, and having someone to take care of her in those dark moments... It might not be so bad. There would still be guilt at pulling Steve into the mess that was her life, but it wasn't as strong now as it might have been even the day before.

Grinning at his reaction, she leaned in to take a bite of the cupcake, reaching up to wrap a hand around Steve's both for balance and to keep the cake steady. She managed not to get icing all over herself this time, at least, but mostly because she kept her bite on the smaller side. Her eyes closed as she savored the sweet taste of chocolate with the hint of coffee running through, and it almost made her want to cry because of how much she'd missed such simple things.

Watching her face as she took a bite, Steve was enraptured. He tilted his head down and kissed the delicate part of her wrist, just below her thumb. Looking at the bite she'd taken, he gave an internal sigh. He took another bite of the cupcake, and then offered the last piece to her. It was a little on the bigger side, but he'd noticed when scrutinizing the batch earlier that there were two of each flavor in there. He could always have more. And if it was the best way to entice her to eat, maybe he'd ask her to bake him another batch. Usually, Steve hated being an imposition - but this wasn't selfishness, he had an ulterior motive that was for her own good.

He'd have to make sure to compliment all of her food (which wouldn't be difficult, as everything she'd made for the picnic had been delicious), and offer to share it with her every time he had some.

That kiss he gave her... it nearly took her breath away. It was so simple and sweet and unexpected, like so many things she'd discovered about him. And that was exactly what she needed in her life. She didn't have the energy to look after a complicated mess of a man, because she was her own complicated mess. Steve might have his own issues he was dealing with, but they were ones she could handle, and she just hoped that he would be able to do the same with hers.

She took the last piece from him, certain they'd end up dropping it and making a mess before she got it to her mouth otherwise, and she finished it slowly and carefully in a few bites. The flavor was still completely delicious, but each second that passed made it more difficult to chew and swallow. It was the physical act of eating that she found difficult, which was at odds with her love of complex flavors.

The side of her thumb had a streak of frosting across it, but she didn't move to wipe it away yet, instead choosing to ask, "How long do you think you'll be out running?"

Steve could see fatigue start to settle in fine lines around Rogue's mouth, and figured he probably wouldn't be able to talk her into eating any more, for the moment. So he let her question distract him. Reaching up to scratch his thumb over his eyebrow in contemplation, he scrunched his face a little as he considered. He felt pretty settled now, despite his nightmare... but it probably wouldn't hurt to get some of that extra energy out. Running always helped clear his head; it was one of the few times he just felt blank, and in this new world, that was a feeling he'd begun to treasure, and horde.

"Probably a couple hours," he finally said, rubbing the back of his neck in vague embarrassment. "I'll probably run down to the bridge, maybe loop through the park a couple times." If Rogue didn't know the area well, that might not seem too unusual - but it was easily a two hour-or-longer run, just one way. It felt kind of ridiculous to say he'd do all that, and still be back in about two hours.

Rogue would be able to understand his reasoning for running quite well, as it was one they shared. That quiet and calm that came with running was something she'd always cherished, especially with how it was almost meditative at times, and it was something she missed. Oh, she'd finally gotten to the point where she was able to jog a few laps around a local park, but it was slower and much shorter than she'd managed before the war, and she was always exhausted for the rest of the day afterward.

She nodded at his answer, finally getting up from her chair and going over to the sink to wash her hands. She straightened her borrowed clothes a bit more as she went, as her movements were slow and a little stiff, and she spoke over her shoulder while she cleaned off the chocolate that had been left behind. "I may have a nap while you're gone, or read a little, I saw a few books on your shelf that look interesting. So take your time, sugar, I'll still be here when you get back."

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