"I suppose I'll have to get some of those," Ygritte murmurs, enjoying the way he moves as he searches out the condom and rolls it on, watching him with her own hand wandering down between her legs. "Next time I want to suck you, before you get that thing on," she adds, and there's something happening in his face and behind his eyes that she thinks can only mean good things for her.

She's right, too, as he wastes no time in grasping and moving her, positioning just as she'd said, just as it seems he likes. This she's only done once or twice, but gods does she want it now, from Steve. "Aye, like that," she breathes, arching and knowing she's putting herself, vulnerable and wanting, rosy and shining with desire, out for him to see.

To take.

"I feel good," she groans. "But I could feel better."