Original-verse: November 2nd

[on_ur_left]

Halloween, like so many other things, was different now than when he'd been a kid. There were still adult parties and adults dressing up, but nowadays, it really seemed to be a holiday for children. He liked that, and liked seeing how traditions had changed, but how some things were the same. He'd carved a simple Jack o'Lantern to put outside his apartment door, and had handed out candy to the neighborhood kids. It was nice, and had felt normal, which he always appreciated. It had been a little strange, seeing so many kids dressed up as Avengers, including Captain America, but it was cute, and funny. (He liked the Hulk outfits best, but he was never telling Tony that, or Bruce, although for different reasons.)

But now, October was over, and November was moving in. There were still some colorful leaves clinging to the trees, and so far fall had been surprisingly mild. A few days with freezing rain, but not too bad. Currently he was sitting on the couch, sketching; just little comics, something he was slowly getting back into, mostly thanks to Rogue's encouragement. They'd been dating for four months now, and while he still felt like he had a lot to catch up on in the contemporary world (and wondered if maybe he always would feel that way), Rogue had played a large part in helping him feel more comfortable with the world around him, and himself.

Rogue was seated beside him, and on TV was an episode of I Love Lucy. She'd seen it before, but of course Steve hadn't, so it was fun experiencing it with her. There were some references he didn't quite understand, but it was great how many references he did get, and all the celebrities he recognized. It was one of the reasons he didn't really enjoy seeing newer movies; not just all the references to pop culture he didn't understand, but not knowing any of the actors. He hadn't even realized it was a thing, until he recognized someone for the first time and literally jumped off the couch and started pointing in excitement.

In the middle of Lucy getting herself into another predicament, and Steve sketching her with a vase stuck on her head, suddenly the Imperial March from Star Wars started playing. It was so incongruous, it took Steve a couple seconds to remember cell phone, ring tone - Fury. He huffed a laugh, even as he reached over to the side table beside the couch and grabbed his phone, squinting at the caller ID that did indeed notify him that Fury was calling.

Turning to press a quick kiss to Rogue's forehead, he moved his sketchbook and pencil aside and stood up, swiping his phone screen to answer the call.

"Hello, this is Steve."

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[theycalledmeacurse]

Halloween had been difficult for Rogue. She'd always enjoyed the holiday at the mansion because of how much it meant to the younger children, and so seeing everyone in costume again had... been painful. Much more so than she'd expected. It was lucky that she'd had to work that night at the restaurant, with so many people who had asked off to go to parties or take their kids out trick-or-treating -- it meant that Steve hadn't had to see her like that.

November was starting off smoothly at least, thank goodness, and she was already beginning to plan for Thanksgiving. They didn't have family here, but that didn't mean they couldn't still celebrate together in the way the holiday deserved. And if Steve wanted to invite some of his friends, she'd have absolutely no problems with that.

The sudden interruption of Lucy's shenanigans had Rogue glancing over at Steve, frowning with amusement at the ringtone that she most certainly recognized. Who on earth could be calling who would be assigned that? The frown turned to a smile at the kiss and she watched with curiosity as he stood.

[on_ur_left]

Fury, for better or worse, didn't beat around the bush, or mince words. He was a lot like Colonel Phillips in that regard, which sort of made Steve like him, even if he didn't like what Fury had to say sometimes. "Rogers," he greeted, cordially enough. "Remember how we talked about getting you out into the public eye some more?"

Steve ran a hand over his mouth, and caught himself starting to glance at Rogue. "Yes, sir," he said automatically. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. And sure enough, Fury continued by telling him about several parades he wanted Steve to participate in. In full Captain America costume, no less.

"With all due respect, sir," Steve started after Fury finished outlining the events (his tone of voice suggesting no such amount of respect, because honestly, was Fury serious right now?), "I don't mind marching in a few parades, but anything involving veterans, I'm going to wear my army browns, not my costume. And," he continued as Fury began to bluster, "I'll have to check about the Thanksgiving Day parade. I don't know what plans I have for that day."

"Plans, Rogers?!" Fury stormed. "Who're you gonna have Thanksgiving with, Stark?"

Steve ground his teeth. "Frankly, sir, I don't think that's any of your business. I'll be spending the holiday with friends, and that's all I feel like sharing with you, at the moment." It was interesting, though, that despite all of his teammates at least knowing about Rogue, if not having already met her, that Fury didn't know he was seeing someone. "I'll call you back once I figure out my schedule a little better."

"Your--!" Steve could actually hear Fury take a deep breath. "Fine. You coordinate everything with your social secretary, Rogers, and get back to me." The line cut off, but that was fine; Steve wasn't really in the mood to be cordial enough to say goodbye to Fury, either.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue reached for the remote while Steve had his 'conversation', turning the volume down on the television so he wouldn't have a laugh track in the background. It had the only slightly intended side effect of allowing her to hear the tone of the man on the other end of the line, which perfectly matched Steve's description of Nick Fury.

She didn't bother to hide that she was listening to at least Steve's end of the conversation, because he was standing right there and if he hadn't wanted her to hear, he would have gone to the other room. Apparently Fury wanted Steve to make some appearances as Cap - it would be good for the city to see him, she had to admit, but she completely understood Steve's preference for his army uniform over his superhero costume. And she couldn't help but bristle at a little at the idea of having to give up part of the holiday with him, even if it would just be the morning.

"He sure sounds like everything you said, sugar," she commented quietly, staying where she was on the couch but keeping her eyes on Steve, waiting for a sign of what she could do to help him. "What're you thinking about all of this?"

[on_ur_left]

Steve's shoulders slumped at Rogue's words, and before he realized what he was doing, he was back on the couch, pressing his face against her neck and inhaling her unique scent.

"I'm thinking... I have no clue. I think..." He pulled back a little, taking a deep breath. "I think I do want to march in the Remembrance Day parade--uh, Veterans' Day. But not as Captain America. I don't want it to be some kind of publicity stunt, no matter how well-intentioned. It would just take away from what the holiday stands for. Besides, I'll be commemorating the soldiers I fought with, same as everyone else. Maybe I just wanna be a part of something, that day." He shrugged, avoiding Rogue's eyes, uncomfortable discussing it so frankly, despite all they'd already been through. Serious topics like this, discussing his more intense emotions, were still hard for him.

"As for Thanksgiving... I mean, it would be kinda neat to march in the Macy's Day parade. But I know you were wanting to celebrate Thanksgiving, so I don't wanna take away from that." He looked at Rogue, almost shyly, and asked, "What're your thoughts?"

[theycalledmeacurse]

It broke her heart a little to see Steve so conflicted over his decisions, so torn in a dozen different directions. Despite the months he'd been in this time, the world was still so different and strange, and she was so grateful that he allowed her help in weathering it.

Taking his hand in hers, she gave it a gentle squeeze. "I think you should go with your gut," she answered. "If you want to be in the Veterans' Day parade, then you should do it on your terms. I think it's the right message to send; and if Fury argues about the message it'll send, you can tell him that it'll be good to remind the world of why you became Captain America in the first place. You wanted to be a soldier and do your part to help make the world a better place, you weren't trying to be some superhero in a costume."

She reached up with her other hand to smooth her palm over his hair, down to his neck so she could rest her thumb along his jaw. "As for Thanksgiving..."

She knew that the parade had around since his time, so it was probably something he'd gotten to watch when he was healthy enough. Getting to march with so many other people would be a sort of milestone for him, and she couldn't keep him from that. "I'd thought maybe we could watch the parade together, but I suppose watching you be in the parade will be fun too. And so long as they don't steal you away for other things, we can still have most of the day together."

[on_ur_left]

Steve nodded at her words, so incredibly grateful that he'd been able to find someone not just so understanding of his responsibilities, but who understood him so well.

Steve reached up and cupped her jaw, his hands mirroring the one she had on his neck, and kissed her. "Thank you," he said softly. "I promise, next year, we will have all day to spend together."

Steve glanced at his phone where he'd unceremoniously tossed it back on the table, thinking about calling Fury back... But decided against it. This was his time, and he was going to spend it with Rogue, and Fury could just wait on tenterhooks until Steve felt like calling him back to make more solid arrangements.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue didn't understand how other people could get Steve so wrong. How so many of them missed this part of things when they talked about Captain America and how cool it must be to be so strong and fearless. They didn't understand anything at all, really.

Next year. Even after four months, she had trouble believing that this would really last. Something in the universe would come for them, place a dark cloud over their heads and ruin this happiness, she just knew it. But for now, she was happy.

"Are you going to be alright, sugar?" she asked him quietly, carefully. "He sounded pretty demanding, even entitled, like he didn't think there was a way you could say no." And that worried her more than she'd care to admit.

[on_ur_left]

Steve pressed his forehead to Rogue's for a moment, stroking his thumb along her jaw, before pulling back and shaking his head - but he left his hands cupping her neck; he still loved being able to touch her in such simple ways, made even more important by the fact he knew not so long ago, it hadn't been possible for her.

"Fury's--I won't say he's all bark and no bite, but he knows when to pick his battles. And he knows how stubborn I am," he added with an amused quirk of his mouth. "It'll be fine. Fury's not a politician, but he knows how to play the game, when he needs to, and he understands that a lot of times, any publicity is good publicity, so long as you put the right spin on it." That made his mouth turn down a little unhappily as his eyes slid away from her face, thinking of how well Fury was able to play that particular game.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled at Rogue reassuringly. "I'll discuss it with him, and point out that having Captain America there, as just another soldier supporting troops and paying his respects, will do a great deal for SHIELD's image. Maybe the brass in the other military branches won't care, but the troops will, and that's what really counts, when it matters."

Steve took a deep breath, giving Rogue's neck a little squeeze. "Are you sure you're okay with Thanksgiving? The parade will probably go until noon or so...and then I don't know if I'll be able to get away right away." He could always leave the parade a little early, but that seemed unfair to the people who had spots at the end, and would miss out on seeing him.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue loved it whenever he touched her, in whatever way he did it. A kiss, the brush of a hand, when he set his forehead against her. All of it was a miracle that she never once took for granted. Everyday, she woke up with the worry that it would be the day she would lose control and never be able to touch him like that again. She didn't know if it was even possible, but that didn't stop her from being afraid.

"I'm fine with Thanksgiving, I promise," she assured him, setting her hands on his wrists and smoothing her thumbs over the sensitive undersides. "You want to do it, and I want this for you. You deserve something fun like this, and everyone will love seeing you there." She gave him a warm, affectionate smile. "I'll find a spot near the front of the parade and watch the show, then I can come back here and get to work on dinner while you finish up. Because if you're gonna go play celebrity all morning, you bet your cute butt I'm taking over your kitchen for this."

[on_ur_left]

Steve grinned, as much at the 'cute butt' comment as to her support. "I expected nothing less. You know it's my kitchen in name only, anyway."

He almost said it, then. He'd been thinking, more and more often lately, how much easier it would be if Rogue were here all the time. It wasn't even just wanting her in his apartment - it was wanting something a little more permanent with her. Moving in with her wasn't feasible since her place was so small, which was why they often did things at his place anyway. And it wasn't the commute, although that was something to consider. All of the very prudent justifications he could make weren't the real reason: he just wanted Rogue with him. He wanted her to feel comfortable in a space, and he wanted to be a part of that space, with her.

He knew they'd jumped into this relationship with both feet, neither of them in very good places at the time, and maybe they still relied on each other a little more than was strictly healthy; but they were happy together, and he wanted that to continue. Five out of seven nights of the week she stayed over, anyway, they were used to sharing the same space; they were practically living together anyway. It wasn't asking her to marry him, but it still felt like a big deal, and so he hesitated. He didn't know if she'd see it as a big deal, or if it was just the next logical step, like marriage would've been, had they been dating in his time. Maybe she was comfortable the way things were, and wouldn't want to change anything. He didn't know, and so he didn't say anything. But it was always sitting at the back of his mind.

But to keep it pushed back there, so he didn't say anything he might end up regretting, Steve gave her a mischievous grin. "I realize you're familiar with my 'cute butt,' but you've never seen it in my costume."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Those few nights a week that she sleep in her own apartment were some of the loneliest for her. She usually ended up calling Steve and talking to him for a while, despite the fact that they'd just seen each other only hours before, and she usually barely slept for how strange it was to be without him. Not that she ever mentioned that to Steve, of course.

She loved his apartment, because so much of it was him. It hadn't all been chosen and decorated by his own hand, but he'd settled into it enough that it felt like him, and she was more comfortable there than she was in her own apartment now. Where that tiny place above a Chinese tea shop had once been her sanctuary from the world, now it just served to remind her of what her world would ever be if he wasn't in it. But everything between them was still so new and almost fragile at times, she just couldn't bring herself to even mention it in passing. The time would come when they might consider that step, but she was determined not to be the one to bring it up, and for it to be for the right reasons, not just her own psychological issues.

"Well, now you know I'm gonna need to, Captain," she tossed back with her own mischievousness. "And I think only a private modeling session will be adequate."

[on_ur_left]

Steve laughed, delighted at her teasing. For now, he buried all serious thoughts, about Fury, wanting to move in together and how to bring it up, and just basked in what they had now.

"Darling," he drawled, "as tempting an offer as that is," he gave her a pointed look, "if I did that, I don't think I'd ever be able to wear it in public again. It's bad enough knowing just what people are seeing when my back's turned toward them.

"Tell you what," he compromised. "I'll put it on early Thanksgiving day, and you can get an eyeful as I head out the door."

[theycalledmeacurse]

She decided not to mention all the things she'd like to do to him in that costume. It hadn't even come into her mind when they'd first started dating, but now that they were really settling, she'd been having all sorts of ideas that would likely make him blush in that adorable way he had.

"I suppose that'll work," she decided with an exaggerate roll of her eyes. And then she was moving, shifting fluidly on the couch so she was straddling his lap, her fingers slipping into his hair. "But for now, even the thought of it has me wanting you."

[on_ur_left]

The grin Steve got on his face at that sassy eye-roll quickly fell off as he found himself with a lap full of Rogue. It really shouldn't surprise him, as often as they seemed to wind up having sex, but for some reason her blunt words startled him; for a moment he looked like the proverbial deer caught in headlights. His hands settled instantly on her hips though, to hold her in place.

"Well," he said, voice suddenly husky. "That escalated quickly."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Every so often, Rogue took a step back and looked at their relationship - their codependency, the way they were all over each other a lot of the time, and so many other things that some people might question. Once upon a time, she might have questioned it, but now she accepted and embraced it. She loved the man in front of her, and he loved her too. The rest of it was their business and no one else's, and so far they were doing just fine.

She watched him for a moment with an almost predatory gaze, and when she spoke, her voice was low and seductive even with the hint of almost warning that it held. "Are you complaining, soldier?"

[on_ur_left]

Calling him 'soldier', and especially in that tone of voice, made Steve inhale sharply, before gulping a little nervously; without conscious thought, he sat up straighter, his entire body tensing in anticipation, although he wasn't entirely sure why.

Unable to take his eyes away from hers, he shook his head minutely and answered automatically, "No, ma'am."

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue hadn't had any idea that her little comment might have that sort of reaction. But the way Steve looked at her, the change in his body language... Something had registered, and her instincts were telling her it was something very good.

"Then what were you doing, soldier?" she continued in that same tone, a layer of steel to the words that wouldn't allow him to avoid the question.

[on_ur_left]

This... was definitely new. And unexpected. But certainly not unwanted. Steve swallowed again, and ran his tongue along his teeth, stalling just a little as he tried to get higher function working in his brain again.

Sliding his hands up her back and under her sweatshirt (technically his sweatshirt, and didn't that just push all the right buttons right there?), Steve couldn't quite contain his breathy, nervous laugh; he leaned forward to press his forehead to her shoulder, and the break in eye contact helped, a little. He pressed a couple open-mouthed kisses along the join in her shoulder and neck, where the shirt gaped a little, before taking a deep breath and pulling back to look her in the eye again.

Steve may not have had any practical experience before Rogue, but he wasn't completely naive about sex, either. He knew that some people enjoyed things sexually, that others weren't interested in, or didn't find sexual at all. He knew what kinks were, and had even done a little (very, very careful) research online to learn what the contemporary era had to say about things he'd only heard about second-hand back in the day. He had not realized how much her words and attitude would affect him, but it was something he...wasn't adverse to exploring, if she wanted to keep it up.

So, meeting her eyes again, feeling calm even while his muscles seemed perpetually locked in anticipation, Steve asked, not without a little sass, "Depends, ma'am. What do you want me to do?"

[theycalledmeacurse]

It took a great deal of effort to keep her head in the game, to not lose herself in those kisses and the touch of his hands. But she was determined to see this through, to find out where it led them. Rogue's own sexual experiences before Steve were limited in their scope, though quite a few of them had had their own element of kinkiness, just for the sheer fact that she hadn't been able to touch anyone else's skin. But trying anything extra had only come up a handful of times before the start of the war, and she was intrigued now to see if that was what this was for Steve. Something that would bring him pleasure in new and exciting ways.

"I want you to cut the sass and give me an honest answer," she ordered him, her tone firm but not unkind even while her voice was still low and silky. "What do you want to do? I can't grant you permission if you don't ask for it."

[on_ur_left]

Steve pressed his lips together to resist the urge to grin, because that would definitely be seen as sass, and he certainly didn't want to displease her. She might stop, and that was the last thing he wanted.

Steve opened his mouth to answer - and promptly shut it again, honestly having no idea what to say. He could have sex, he could certainly think about sex; but when it actually came to saying things about sex, especially in the blunt manner she was wanting, he was very, very bad. He'd had a hard time with it even when he'd discussed it in whispered tones with Bucky, way back. He ran his hands up and down her back in a nervous petting gesture, taking a couple breaths as he tried to figure out what he wanted, licking his lower lip as he thought.

And then, of course, he knew. His fingers contracted, squeezing against her a little as he swallowed at the idea. "I want... I want to pleasure you with my mouth. I want to eat you. Ma'am," he said, his voice sounding calm, even as he could feel his face heating with a blush.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue had a feeling that if she'd asked Steve in any other circumstance, she wouldn't have gotten much of an answer at all. It was something she could understand, and lord knew she had her own limits with how comfortable she was with certain things. But this... This seemed different. If he could open up about this at all, it would be now, when they weren't quite themselves and were dancing around the edge of what they wanted.

And what he wanted... Her breathing shallowed out and her heart raced at the very idea of it. He'd hinted before at doing it, at wanting or intending to, but they hadn't gotten to it yet. So now, to be told so bluntly that it was what he wanted in that very moment -- well, she could already feel a slight trembling of anticipation in her limbs.

Her hands smoothed down over his shoulders, back up his neck and up to those reddened cheeks. "Permission granted." She almost added please for how badly she wanted it.

[on_ur_left]

Right now, Steve seemed able to read every minute change in Rogue's body and voice; his mind cataloguing everything so he could keep her happy. He could tell she was excited about this, could hear it in her voice as she granted him permission. He slid his hands up her back to just below her neck, the sweatshirt bunching up along his arms as he pulled her down to kiss her, showing her just what he intended to do to her in lower areas in a moment.

Pulling back, he said, a little breathlessly, "I'm gonna take you to bed. I wanna spread you out on my sheets and worship you with my hands, my mouth." It wasn't phrased as a request, and he forgot to take on the ma'am, but he waited for her permission nonetheless, his hands sliding down to cup her ass in anticipation. He fully intended to carry her in there still wrapped around him, pressed tantalizingly close.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Lord, he could make her melt right then and there with words like that. How long had she dreamed of being able to experience this simple act? Other sexual things had been played with and worked around to a decent degree, but there had simply been no decent substitute for having a man's mouth on her most sensitive place. She could scarcely believe that it was finally going to happen, and with someone she loved as much as Steve. It had to be a dream.

But if it was a dream, she sure as hell wasn't ready to wake up yet.

Swallowing thickly, Rogue pulled in a shaking breath, a full-on shiver running through her from where his hands rested. She tried to speak, but the sound that came out wasn't so much a word as it was a whimper. After a second attempt, she managed a slightly strangled, "Permission granted."

[on_ur_left]

Steve's eyes lit up with pure masculine pride and humor at how obviously she was affected by his words, and then with lust as she granted him permission. Like he'd requested to stand at ease, and she'd deigned to allow it. It made no sense, but somehow it was freeing, knowing that she was calling the shots (even more so than usual), and he would obey her; letting her take control.

He had to shift forward on the couch before standing up, which meant arching his hips against where Rogue straddled him, and Steve bit his lip at the extra pressure against his groin. "Hold on," he told her, tightening his hold as he pushed up with just his legs, easily standing despite the weight of an extra person and the shift in his center of gravity.

Steve knew he had a fairly good sized apartment. It had never seemed as immense before though, as when he had to traverse the living area to get to the bedroom, and then to his bed, before laying Rogue down on the bed.

[theycalledmeacurse]

She saw that look in his eyes and oh the things it did to her. Whatever sort of label might be put on it, this game they were playing was exhilarating in the best ways, and her heart continued to race as he lifted her and she felt how excited he was for this as well.

Every inch between them and the bedroom felt like a mile as Steve carried her, but then they had arrived and Rogue could barely breathe. She stretched a little after he set her on the bed, the anticipating close to her doing her in. "I think I'm a little overdressed for this, don't you, soldier?" she asked him in a way that made it clear it wasn't really a question. "Perhaps you should do something about that."

[on_ur_left]

Putting a knee beside Rogue's hip on the bed, Steve knelt over her and murmured obediently, "yes, ma'am." He reached out and put his hands on her waist under the sweatshirt, running his hands up her body, the sweatshirt getting dragged up as well. His hands skirted along the sides of her breasts as he finally took hold of the fabric and pulled the shirt over her head.

Tossing the shirt off to the side, his hands traveled the same path back down her now-exposed torso, extending his thumbs to just brush against her nipples as they passed, until he reached the edge of her jeans. He curled his fingers down under the hem, then ran the backs of his fingers inward to the zipper, brushing along her skin the whole way. His eyes never left her body, but once he reached the closure of her jeans, he glanced up at her face.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue was trembling again, the slight tremor sparking through her muscles as she practically liquefied at his touch. If this was what he did to her after a few simple brushes of his fingers against her body, how on earth was she going to survive what he had planned for her next?

"I didn't say stop," she warned him, taking care to stay in character as much as she could while being so very close to begging him for what she so desperately wanted. She felt that she had to be careful, though, to not overstep and do anything that might make him uncomfortable. That was important in all of this.

[on_ur_left]

Steve inhaled quickly, at the tone in her voice more than her actual words, lust shooting through him. "No, ma'am, sorry."

He quickly unbuttoned the pants and pulled the zipper down, running his hands back around her waist and under her ass, sliding his hands down her legs to pull pants and underwear both down at once. It only took a few seconds to tug them the rest of the way off, and then Steve had to stop for just a second, even if it got him reprimanded, to admire how amazing she looked sprawled out, completely naked on his bed. It wasn't that he'd never seen her like this before (although quite frequently they couldn't wait to get through undressing completely before sex, so it was less common than you'd expect), but he thought he'd never get tired of seeing her like this.

Running his hands back up her legs, Steve pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, his hand hooking underneath and drawing it out, spreading her legs as he settled closer. He started placing open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh, always going higher, his end goal obvious.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Rogue didn't even think to reprimand him when he paused, because how could she think of anything at all when he was looking at her like that? Normally, being the only one naked would leave her feeling somewhat exposed, even a little uncomfortable, but in this instance, it sent another thrill through her. His focus was on her, but it was so clear that he was finding a great deal of pleasure in doing this for her, and that was something that fanned the already burning fire within her.

She had to bite her lip to keep the words in as he started the agonizingly slow path to where she wanted him to be. Please, Steve. I can't take it anymore, please. But when he was almost there, just inches away, another whimper tore its way out of her, and she squirmed noticeably, trying to get even closer to him. He would be able to tell quite easily just how much she wanted this.

[on_ur_left]

Steve couldn't quite suppress his pleased smile at the sound of her whimper, but was secure in knowing Rogue wouldn't be able to see it from this angle. Normally he wasn't so calm when they were about to have sex - and even now, he could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, still confined in his jeans. But whether it was the fact he was focused so intently on her pleasure, or something to do with her ordering him around, or maybe even a combination of the two, Steve registered his desire, but didn't feel a great need to satisfy it. He knew that would come later; right now, all he was supposed to do, all he wanted to do, was pleasure Rogue.

Moving one hand under her thigh, holding her legs open, he stretched a thumb until he could run it along her slit, already slick with moisture from her arousal, at the same time he moved his mouth one final time, pressing it over her clit and pressing his tongue against it.

[theycalledmeacurse]

That combination of sudden sensation pulled a gasping cry from Rogue's throat, her head tilting back as her fingers clutched at the blanket under her. He'd barely done anything at all and already she felt like a molten puddle. Lifting her head just a little so she could get a glimpse of him, she almost lost it right then.

Lord, that was a sight she'd never forget. The man she loved making one of her fantasies come true.

[on_ur_left]

Steve was paying attention to every shift of Rogue's body, and when her head came up, he was watching her face. Keeping his eyes fixed on her for a moment, Steve sucked on the nub in his mouth, before pulling back and beginning to lick, his tongue moving lower with each pass, pressing against her outer lips that he'd noted were sensitive in previous foreplay.

Using his thumb still pressed against her, Steve pulled her folds back and pressed his tongue inside, her unadulterated taste exploding in his mouth.

[theycalledmeacurse]

When he looked at her like that, when she could see those beautiful blue eyes and then he... Oh lord, he was going to be the death of her. The most enjoyable death known to any woman.

Rogue could feel that pressure building up in her, each delicious touch adding to the fire that had her squirming in his grasp, both trying to get closer to him and move away. Because everything he was making her feel was too much and nowhere near enough, and the sounds falling from her lips were enough to tell him so. Whimpers and moans accompanied each breath, and she was losing the ability to tell what exactly he was doing down there other than making her feel amazing.

"Steve..." His name was like a prayer, offered up as a plea and a promise. "Don't stop, please."

[on_ur_left]

Steve had to shift his grip, to keep Rogue from moving away from him as she started moving around more, restless motions that he was very familiar with. He would normally have told her that of course he wasn't going to stop - but his mouth was otherwise occupied, after all. Her plea made him redouble his efforts, though, pulling her body closer to him and pressing his lips and tongue harder against her.

The sounds coming from Rogue were wreaking havoc on his concentration, but he was determined to do this right. Holding her down so she didn't buck against him at the wrong time, and applying just a little pressure, Steve let his upper teeth scrape lightly against her clit.

[theycalledmeacurse]

This was perhaps the only circumstance in which Rogue actually enjoyed being confined in any way. Feeling his arms pressing against her, knowing that he was doing it to keep her safe and prolong her enjoyment, just sent a thrill through her rather than sparking fear.

She was trembling almost violently as he strengthened his efforts, each swipe of his tongue sending her closer to the edge. There were tears in her eyes now, because it was perfect and everything she had hoped it would be, and there was so much to feel. And then he used his teeth in just the right way and she stiffened, a strangled gasp coming out of her.

"Oh, lord," she breathed, reaching down with one hand to find his arm that held her, clutching at his as she clutched at the blanket. "Steve. Steve, please, I can't-- Please, please--" She was begging, the words tumbling out hurriedly as she pleaded with him not to stop, but to give her more, to end her sweet suffering and hold her while she fell apart.

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There was a very brief instant, where Steve heard 'please, I can't' and almost froze - before he realized what she was actually saying, and it spurred him into redoubling his efforts. He shut his eyes, listening to Rogue, feeling her movements and waiting for that moment when she broke apart from pleasure. But he couldn't keep watching her; it was difficult enough hearing the sounds she was making and still trying to ignore his own lust.

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He didn't have to wait long.

Another few long seconds at the mercy of his delightful ministrations and she was lost, her muscles tightening and body shuddering as the orgasm crashed through her. She could barely breathe through the pleasure that he'd given her, and if she could feel her hands, they could have been aching for how firmly she was trying to hold on.

As the shaking eased into a lingering tremble and her muscles loosened, so too did her tears, and she couldn't even think straight enough to notice just how ridiculous it was for her to be crying at that moment.

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Steve didn't let up as he felt Rogue's orgasm overtake her, could feel her inner muscles spasming as he continued to press his tongue inside her. When he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his arm, he pulled back and saw that where Rogue had been holding on earlier, she'd actually dug her nails in hard enough to break the skin. Steve clenched his jaw, because he really should not find that as hot as he did. Now he understood why Rogue wasn't more upset any time he accidentally left bruises on her.

Pulling back, a smile already starting as he got ready to tease her for it, Steve's face crumpled as he realized Rogue was crying. His expression grew panicked as he gently but quickly untangled himself from her legs, moving up to lay beside her. He hesitated slightly before touching her; he wasn't sure why she was crying, so he didn't know if his touch would be wanted or not. But he couldn't not offer, either, so he carefully placed a hand on Rogue's cheek, brushing at the tear track on her face. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

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Rogue didn't notice at all that she'd broken the skin with her nails, and she would have taken the teasing with only a little mortification at how completely she'd lost it. It was his fault, though, she would have pointed out.

She didn't get the chance, of course. One moment she was drifting on the residual waves of the intense pleasure he'd given her, and the next a panicked Steve was hovering beside her. "Nothing," she told him with a slight shake of her head, her voice a little raspy from the strain of holding back a sob. Because wasn't that convincing?

"Nothing's wrong. Steve, that was perfect," she reassured him, pressing a hand over his for a moment before turning to curl up against him, hiding her face against his neck.

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Rogue curled against him, and Steve's face crumpled in confusion, but he wasn't on the edge of panic anymore. She didn't sound upset, and he trusted Rogue to tell him if something were wrong, or at the very least she'd tell him she couldn't say; but she'd never outright lie to him about something, not like this.

"O-okay," he stuttered slightly, sliding his hand along her cheek and back to cup her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. Taking a slow breath, he said a little more firmly, "Okay. I'm glad it was perfect." He hoped she really meant it - because he planned on doing this any chance she let him.

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Rogue was beginning to finally realize that she wasn't handling this very well. Of course he was worried; he'd just performed an amazing, intimate act on her and she was crying. Anyone in their right mind would worry, and think that she was out of hers.

"I'm sorry, honey," she murmured, slipping her arms around him as best she could. "I didn't mean to... It was just kinda overwhelming. I've wanted to know what that felt like for so long and I just--" And then the tears were back and she was fully, properly crying. "Thank you, Steve. Thank you so much."

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"Shhh," Steve hushed her gently, wrapping his other arm around her and soothing down her back, now that he knew he hadn't triggered something with her and it was safe to touch, to comfort. "I'm gonna be honest," he murmured, thankful that she had her head tucked against him and couldn't see the rising blush on his face. "I feel kinda silly saying you're welcome, especially because I've been wanting to do that for...well, a while."

He may sometimes be an idiot when it came to some of the intricacies of a relationship, but he realized it wouldn't be that flattering if he told her he'd fantasized about doing that to any woman, long before he'd met her. Technically speaking, he'd been fantasizing about it long before she'd even been born.

Rogue's sudden crying, and his panic in not knowing the problem, had put a significant damper on his arousal, but remembering how much he'd wanted to try going south on a woman, from the stories he'd heard back in the 30s, made Steve's cock twitch with sudden renewed interest. He winced at the almost painful burst of arousal, and couldn't help shifting a little, pulling his groin away from Rogue and her body heat.

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She loved having his arms wrapped around her. It felt a little strange at the moment, since she was completely naked and he was not, but she did her best to push aside those old instincts to cover up.

It would have been hard to miss why he shifted a bit away from her. Pulling in a deep breath and holding it, she forced herself to calm down so the tears would at least slow down. "I've fantasized about that for years, sugar, and you made it happen for me," she explained quietly, tilting her head to press a kiss to his jaw. "I have to thank you, just like I have to feel honored that I was the one to help make that fantasy come true for you."

Another kiss to his jaw, and then one to those lips that had done such amazing things just moments ago. She could taste herself on him, and it had her shifting her body across the gap he'd made to press against as much of him as she could.

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Steve shrugged, as best he could with his arms wrapped around Rogue. He moved his head to kiss her better, and when she pressed against him, Steve groaned. His hands started moving, stroking over her body; he loved touching her, but whether from her own insecurities or just haste, they almost never managed to get completely undressed before sex. It was nice - more than nice - to be able to touch her without fabric impeding his motions.

Steve pulled away from Rogue's mouth just far enough to murmur, "Not to sound like a cad, or anything, but-- I don't s'pose you could-- thank me, a little more?" He pressed himself harder against her, shameless at the moment.