She understands he's doing this the right way, asking for consent, but Maeve can feel a buzzing pleasure between her thighs and it reminds her a little of something Otis would do. She doesn't want to be reminded of Otis in this moment.

"Take it off," she answers, her voice a little rough. The scrape of his teeth against her skin take her mind far away from Otis in a sudden moment and she's grateful for that. This is all she wants to be thinking about in the moment. Steve's mouth on her, his hands on her, just Steve.

She wonders if she can make him come in his shorts. If they're not going to have sex, she still wants him to get off, and she's not sure where he'll draw the line. She bites her lower lip, grinning a little, her hand sliding down his chest toward the waistband of his short where she stops short and lets her fingertips trail along the edge.