Steve follows Ygritte up the stairs, too concerned with staring at her ass to bother trying to blend in. It’s only when she grabs his hand that he gets with the program. She seems to know where she’s going, and hopefully she knows how to pick locks.

When she chooses a door, Steve knocks to make sure it’s unoccupied and then nods over at Ygritte before stepping back to give her room to work, looking over his shoulder to make sure they’re alone. This part of the hotel seems quiet, and less extravagant than the rest, so they should be good.

He can’t help but to move up behind her, moving her hair away from her neck so he can press his mouth to it as his hands go to her hips. He’s practically aching with want and he lets her feel it, tugging her back until her ass is snug against the cradle of his hips.

“You better hurry,” he says lowly against her ear, smiling against her skin as one hand slides up her shirt to rest low on her stomach. “Or we might not even make it inside.”