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.