There’s a burning spot that knows will turn into a bruise, his souvenir, and he smiles at how pleased she sounds. And then she starts to stroke him, and it isn’t long before he’s thick and fully hard in her hand, ready to go again.

“Jesus,” he gasps out, pressing his fingers deep inside of her and grinding his palm against her clit before withdrawing his hand and sitting up. He takes her hand from his cock and kisses her palm, dragging his tongue over it before letting go and leaning over to rifle through his wallet. He only has the two condoms on him, so he better make this one count.

After rolling it on, he looks down at Ygritte, all pink and flushed and obscenely slick between her legs. He thinks about what she said, about how she wants it hard, and Steve wonders if maybe he can play around with being a little rough. He’s never really gotten the chance to before, and she seems more than willing. More than that, Steve knows that she wouldn’t hesitate to tell him if she didn’t like it.

So he takes a breath and grabs her to flip her over onto her stomach, and the grips her by the hips to pull her up onto her knees. He’ll get better leverage if he stands, so he drags her back to the edge of the bed and rests his hand on the small of her back, thumb resting on her tailbone.

“Like this?” He asks, voice low and rough as he spreads her legs apart. He hasn’t done it in this position many times and the sight of her there, with all of her most intimate parts on full display for him, makes his mouth water and he can’t help but to reach out and rub his fingers along her slick pink cunt. “Fuck, you look good. Just dripping.”