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?"
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Date: 2016-09-16 06:05 am (UTC)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?"