Steve could feel when Rogue finally fell completely asleep, her body sagging and becoming heavier against him. He finished the song, then craned his head forward to check her face; peaceful, with even breathing. He thought maybe she'd sleep soundly now, at least for the rest of this night. He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, resting his lips there as he went over the events of the night in his head one more time.
Now that he had a chance to process everything, he realized just how close he'd come to her leaving, maybe for good. She'd been so frightened, and thankfully he'd been able to do all the right things to make her stay. He felt guilty, now, for grabbing her, for restraining her the way he had, especially knowing even a little of what she'd gone through, what her nightmare must have been about. But he simply couldn't let her run out that door.
He thought, a little uneasily, that maybe their relationship was unhealthy. They depended so much on each other, had fallen into this relationship so quickly. And yet, he couldn't regret it. Rogue had helped him really step into the 21st century in a way he'd been avoiding, living here but keeping his distance. She'd helped him move on from his past, and he hoped he was helping her as well.
Suddenly, he let out a jaw-cracking yawn, blinking his eyes wide afterward in surprise. He supposed that meant it was time for him to go to sleep, as well. Reaching over, trying to keep Rogue as still as possible, Steve clicked off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness, save for the city lights that shone in through the window. He carefully scooched down in bed, rearranging Rogue until she was resting against him, her head still pillowed on his chest and shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped around her back; the other he used to place her hand over his heart, leaving his hand on top.
Finally, he closed his eyes, and surprisingly was able to relax and fall asleep within moments.
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Now that he had a chance to process everything, he realized just how close he'd come to her leaving, maybe for good. She'd been so frightened, and thankfully he'd been able to do all the right things to make her stay. He felt guilty, now, for grabbing her, for restraining her the way he had, especially knowing even a little of what she'd gone through, what her nightmare must have been about. But he simply couldn't let her run out that door.
He thought, a little uneasily, that maybe their relationship was unhealthy. They depended so much on each other, had fallen into this relationship so quickly. And yet, he couldn't regret it. Rogue had helped him really step into the 21st century in a way he'd been avoiding, living here but keeping his distance. She'd helped him move on from his past, and he hoped he was helping her as well.
Suddenly, he let out a jaw-cracking yawn, blinking his eyes wide afterward in surprise. He supposed that meant it was time for him to go to sleep, as well. Reaching over, trying to keep Rogue as still as possible, Steve clicked off the bedside lamp, shrouding the room in darkness, save for the city lights that shone in through the window. He carefully scooched down in bed, rearranging Rogue until she was resting against him, her head still pillowed on his chest and shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped around her back; the other he used to place her hand over his heart, leaving his hand on top.
Finally, he closed his eyes, and surprisingly was able to relax and fall asleep within moments.