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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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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.

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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."

Steve watched as she moved, with a critical eye, feeling a sliver of guilt knowing that he'd almost surely caused at least some of her stiffness. And a little more guilt at knowing that he still wouldn't have changed a thing about their night together.

Steve glanced at the bookshelf, wondering what might have caught her interest. A book on art, or one of the fiction books he'd found at a flea market. Maybe a biography, he had a few of those. He was immensely pleased to hear that she'd still be there when he got back, too.

Getting up and taking his dish to the sink, Steve leaned over and pressed an affectionate kiss to Rogue's cheek. "Thank you. I'm gonna go get changed, and head out. I'll have my phone on me, if you need anything." It felt strange to say that; both because he could be in contact with her wherever he was, which was novel but nice, but also because it was such a domestic thing to say. They were slowly settling, and Steve treasured that feeling, as much as he did the excitement of a new relationship and new love.

Oh, Steve was certainly to blame for quite a bit of her stiffness, but it was also partially because she hadn't stretched properly in a few days. The scars on her back would get stiff if she didn't work them, and coupled with the strenuous activities of the past few hours... Well. She wouldn't say no to a hot bath and a massage.

She planned to stay for as long as she could, and as long as he would let her. The only thing she had waiting for her at her apartment were the beautiful flowers he'd brought, whereas here she could see that gorgeous smile and be wrapped up in his arms. There really was no contest.

It was a very domestic thing to say, and it sent such a thrill through Rogue that she nearly jumped him right then and there. Domestic was what she wanted, desperately, to be settled and confident in a relationship, to have the strength of her partner and the depth of their feelings for each other.

She nodded and gave him an incredibly pleased smile. "Okay. Be careful out there, sugar."

All Rogue would have to do was ask, and Steve would gladly give her a massage. He wouldn't let his hands wander, or try to turn it into something else, either. He understood sore and aching muscles, even if he wasn't really susceptible to them anymore. He might even suggest it, if she was still moving stiffly when he returned. He didn't want to push at the moment, as it didn't seem to concern her. He'd leave her be, see if she was able to deal with it on her own - and if not, he'd suggest trying to help.

Steve would never be able to resist that smile. He placed a gentle hand at the small of her back, and leaned forward to kiss her lips this time. "I promise."

Going to his bedroom, Steve quickly changed into a t-shirt and running shorts, before grabbing his phone and turning it on. He'd already stuck it in his pocket and was exiting the bedroom when it started to buzz with a message. Pulling it out, he frowned in puzzlement at the text Natasha had sent him, earlier that morning, it looked like.

Enjoy the fireworks last night? Stark is totally jealous. ;)

Steve stood, in the middle of the living area, tapping out his reply with his thumbs, still frowning slightly at the screen.

Didn't get a chance to see any actually. Why is he jealous

He couldn't find the question mark button, so he just hit send, before putting the phone back in his pocket.

She knew full well that Steve could take care of himself, and that with his strength and other enhanced abilities, there wasn't much that could harm him that he might actually encounter during a run, but she would worry all the same. Whenever he was out of her sight, there would be a worry at the back of her mind that she might never see him again, for one reason or another, and so she was just grateful that he didn't brush off her concern and instead made that simple promise. It meant a lot to her.

While Steve changed, Rogue washed up the few dirty things in the sink, like the plate he'd just used, and dried them with a towel before putting them back in their places. She was sure that if she asked for, he'd insist she needn't do it, so she just didn't bother to ask.

Steve looked up at the sound of a cupboard door closing, and realized that... Rogue had done the dishes. He blinked, nonplussed, before moving over to her again. "You didn't have to do that," he said gently, sounding amused, but also sincere. Steve believed, had been raised to think, that if you made the mess, you cleaned it up. That included doing the dishes. Even if they'd already been living together, he'd still have felt the same way.

He kissed her, one more time, because he just couldn't stop himself, and he really didn't want to. "Okay," he murmured, "I really am going now."

She'd known he was going to say that, and she was glad she hadn't asked first. It was an old habit of Rogue's to always try to be useful, and she wasn't in a place to try giving that up, no matter what Steve thought. So he was just going to have to get used to her helping around his apartment, there was really no way around it.

"Okay," she echoed, before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him down for another kiss. If he was going to take his sweet time about it, she wasn't going to make it any easier for him to make it out that door.

Steve started laughing into the kiss, but didn't pull back for a minute. When he did pull away, he gave her just one more quick peck on the lips, before placing a finger over her lips. "Going now," he told her playfully, before pulling back.

He'd made it all the way to the door, and had it open, before glancing back at her. "I love you."

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