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?"