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.