While Maeve has taken to gently teasing Steve about his hair, she really does like it, and when he shakes his head after his shirt has come off, she can't help but run the fingers of both her hands through it, then trailing them down the sides of his neck and back to his chest. She kisses him again, a little shiver going through her at the thought that she'd been driving him insane. It's not like she hadn't known, it'd all been pretty obvious since that first kiss, but in Maeve's experience, things usually end up a lot more complicated than this.

It isn't complicated, though. At least not yet. She's going to let herself enjoy that.

She breaks the kiss in order to reach down to the hem of her t-shirt, to pull it up and over her head, revealing a plain black bra. What she really wants is to get out of it all, her bra, her shorts, the sheer tights she's wearing, she wants to get Steve out of his shorts, but for the first time in her life she's in a position where she has to respect someone's boundaries when it comes to sex. She isn't going to push anything.

She doesn't completely understand it, but she isn't going to push it.