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"I wasn't a monster or anything, but there was definite room for improvement," Steve replies with a chuckle, letting out a breath as she settles against him, chest to thigh. She seems to have come from a time so long ago, like from some past time he can barely fathom. There's no telling what she's been through.

He's distracted from that line of thought by her lips near his ear, and he lets out a low groan as he dips his head to press a kiss to the juncture of her neck and shoulder as his hands slide down to the swell of her ass.

"You definitely are." He pulls her in against his hips just enough for her feel what she's doing to him. He's half-hard in his jeans and it's been so long since he's gotten laid that he can't really think of anything except the gorgeous girl in his arms. "Maybe she was right," he breathes out, kissing the bolt of Ygritte's jaw before nipping lightly at her earlobe, "and we should get a room."

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Steve had known, based on prior evidence, that he was a pretty decent lay. The girls he’s slept with always seemed satisfied, and Nancy once called him a giving lover. So yeah, he knew he was decent, but this is something else entirely. This is a whole other realm, a porno come to life, and they’re the stars. This is good.

He watches as Ygritte comes again, or maybe she never even stopped. She’s trembling under him, hips jerking from the onslaught, and Steve commits the sight of it to memory. She’s amazing.

Please, she says, and Steve is grateful. After such a display, with her cunt pulsing around his cock, he can’t hold back any longer. He slams his hips in hard, burying himself as deep as he can inside of her as he comes with a shout of his own.

He’s panting when he collapses next to her, arms over his head as he stares up at the ceiling. It’s almost as if he’s coming back to himself and he realizes how rough he got with her. One look over at her makes it clear that she isn’t complaining, but he still wants to be sure.

“You okay?” He asks as he turns to gather her in his arms, much gentler now. His fingers move her sweaty hair from her face before cupping her jaw in his broad hand and smiling at her. “That was good, right? Jesus, it felt good.”

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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?"

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“Good.” Steve presses a kiss to her forehead and then drops his head to the bed, blinking up at the ceiling as she moves in close.

“What, yeah,” he says, nodding a little as she kisses him. “Come over. It’ll be fun.”

His head hits the bed again and he wonders if maybe they should have some sort of talk about expectations, but decides that it would for sure be a mood killer. He doesn’t really know what the protocol is after having spontaneous sex with a girl you don’t really know.

Are they friends? He’s never had a friend who he also has sex with sometimes, and it kind of sounds like the best thing ever.

“I could use a little fun,” he admits, turning his head to look at her with his lips quirked into a smile. “Sounds like you could too.”

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Ygritte smiles, something a touch softer than the usual daring tilt of her grin, and admires the mark she's left on him. She wouldn't know how or what to call this sort of connection, but she finds that she likes him, even beyond the sex. It's something warm and easy and-- generous, she decides.

A different way, maybe, of being a good man.

"Aye," she says. "Fun. I'd like that." Still reveling in the feel of warm skin beneath her, she adds, "I'm very glad I got to meet you again." They'll have to get dressed eventually, and she'll have the pleasure of seeing everyone downstairs know what she's been up to-- but for now, she lets herself rest against his chest, warmed by something new.