“Oh,” Steve says softly, brow furrowing slightly as he slides his hand up and down Ygritte’s back. It sounds— well, kind of miserable. There was never a time in his life where Steve thought he had it rough, except maybe in regards to his relationship, or lack thereof, with his parents. But not for the first time since coming to Darrow, he realizes just how good he really did have it.

“Kind of,” he says after a moment. “I wasn’t on my own yet, you know. We were still young, so I didn’t really have a place of my own to really take my time. I had a decent amount of sex in my car,” he adds with a laugh. His parents were gone a lot, so sometimes he would have girls over, but they rarely stayed the night. Even if he wanted them to.

“You should come over to my place this weekend,” Steve offers, gently lifting Ygritte’s chin so he can give her a long, lingering kiss. He wants to show her a good time. No fucking in caves. “We’ll really take our time with it,” he murmurs against her mouth as he pulls her in closer. “See how many times we can make each other come.”