She finds herself laying on her back, panting as if she'd run across fields and fields of snow, her whole body buzzing with sensation. There's a pleasant ache, and her own slick between her thighs, and when Steve's voice trickles into her consciousness, she's surprised by the feeling that's something like relief.

"Aye, I'm-- I'm good," she assures him, but she's burrowing into his embrace with a certain, different sort of need. Funny, how she finds she likes being fussed over, too. "It was good," she adds, leaning in to kiss him lazily. "Did you mean it, you want to see me this... weekend," she murmurs, as she's mostly gotten the concept of weekends down. "Haven't had your fill yet?"