As she always did, Rogue leaned toward that touch like a flower seeking the sun. She couldn't help it, the move was completely unconscious; even if she did notice it, she wouldn't have tried to stop herself. His touch made her life worth living.
"I love it," she assured him with a gentle smile. "It's perfect. I don't know how you did it, but everything about it is just... perfect. Thank you, Steve. Thank you so much." She'd never be able to thank him enough for the beautiful gifts he'd given her: the painting and his heart.
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Date: 2017-01-06 06:38 am (UTC)"I love it," she assured him with a gentle smile. "It's perfect. I don't know how you did it, but everything about it is just... perfect. Thank you, Steve. Thank you so much." She'd never be able to thank him enough for the beautiful gifts he'd given her: the painting and his heart.