Steve is wondering just how much he might be able to get away with out here in the hallway when suddenly they stumble through the door, and he turns to look at Ygritte where she’s pressed herself up against it.

He’s young, so the girls that he’s been with have all been young too. He’s used to coyness, to nervousness, to shy lip bites and lowered eyes. What he isn’t used to is how Ygritte is looking at him now. The look in her eyes leaves absolutely no doubt what’s going to happen here, and he finds that he really, really likes that. She beckons him closer and he pulls off his shirt as he approaches, caging her against the door as he goes in for another kiss.

“I’ve wanted to see you naked again ever since that first day,” Steve admits as he slides his hands up her stomach until he can cup her breasts, thumbing briefly at her nipples before pulling her shirt up over her curly hair and tossing it aside. He pulls back enough to look her over, eyes dark with arousal as he gives her a sly smile. “Even better than I remember.”