The only time she's ever been coy in her life has been when mocking Jon Snow, and she's certainly not thinking about him now. She's thinking about Steve, how much she likes his lean frame, the way he throws himself into this, wasting no time.

She kisses him hard, groaning as he finds the bare skin of her stomach, and again as he finds her breasts, shivering as the cool wood of the door hits her back. Oh, she likes the way he looks at her, and she smiles, more sweetly but full of the same intent. "I liked that you were a gentleman," she tells him, guiding his hand down to the button of her jeans. "Just as much as I like you not being one now. You can have me naked now."

Her free hand trails up his back, feeling out the way he's built, the way muscle shifts under her fingers.