Rogue squeaked loudly in protest at being manhandled, but it was quickly drowned out by the string of giggles that followed as he carried her to the couch. Even without him keeping her in place, she didn't plan on moving a single inch.

"You talk big, Rogers, but let's see you follow through with it," she taunted playfully, grinning like an idiot and just itching to have that ring on her finger. Not because it was beautiful (though good lord it was) but because it was a symbol that they would be tied together. She didn't mind just being with each other, but there was something so satisfying in being able to say she was someone's wife. Her previous life hadn't given her much opportunity to enjoy that luxury, and she fully intended to do so with this new one.