Nodding, Steve pressed a quick, distracted kiss to her jaw, even as his arms loosened and he moved toward the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at the mention of the cookies, though. He almost asked if she was really hungry again after eating at the party, but stopped himself just in time. It would only be teasing, but he'd vowed to himself that he'd never say anything against her eating habits, especially now that she was eating more and had slowly gained back some of her previous weight. She was still light as a feather to him, and maybe it was growing up with Bucky's large Italian family, but he still thought she should be eating more.
"These cookies are so true-to-life, I'm almost afraid to eat them," he joked. "They look like some kind of edible voodoo dolls." He put several on a plate anyway, then got a small saucepan out to start heating up some milk. He grabbed one and began nibbling off the Hulk's green foot - the fact that she'd made a small batch with added green food coloring just for the Hulk cookies was insane, and one of the reasons he adored her.
Still stirring the milk, Steve habitually glanced over his shoulder toward the window to check the progress of frost - only to see that Rogue had already pulled the blinds shut. He took an unsteady breath and turned quickly back to stare at the milk, which was just starting to form bubbles. Rogue hated having the curtains drawn, even at night. She liked being able to look out at the city and see all the lights that never faded, never went out. He knew she'd closed them for him, and... She knew him so well, and really, what the hell was he waiting for, a hand-written invitation? Just ask her to move in already!
The milk started boiling in earnest, and Steve lowered the heat slightly and started adding the cocoa and vanilla.
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Date: 2017-01-05 06:47 am (UTC)"These cookies are so true-to-life, I'm almost afraid to eat them," he joked. "They look like some kind of edible voodoo dolls." He put several on a plate anyway, then got a small saucepan out to start heating up some milk. He grabbed one and began nibbling off the Hulk's green foot - the fact that she'd made a small batch with added green food coloring just for the Hulk cookies was insane, and one of the reasons he adored her.
Still stirring the milk, Steve habitually glanced over his shoulder toward the window to check the progress of frost - only to see that Rogue had already pulled the blinds shut. He took an unsteady breath and turned quickly back to stare at the milk, which was just starting to form bubbles. Rogue hated having the curtains drawn, even at night. She liked being able to look out at the city and see all the lights that never faded, never went out. He knew she'd closed them for him, and... She knew him so well, and really, what the hell was he waiting for, a hand-written invitation? Just ask her to move in already!
The milk started boiling in earnest, and Steve lowered the heat slightly and started adding the cocoa and vanilla.