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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[on_ur_left]

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.

[theycalledmeacurse]

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."

[on_ur_left]

"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.

[theycalledmeacurse]

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.

[on_ur_left]

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.