If she didn't otherwise feel so good, Maeve might make a remark about how stupid that is, how only a few days don't matter, but she's made her peace with it. Even more so with Steve's fingers inside of her, because maybe it's not quite the same, but it's still very, very good and all she can really do is arch up against him.

Her hands feel dumb and clumsy, but she gets one between them, looking for the hard length of his cock still with his shorts in the way. Were she more coordinated she'd find some way to get them off, but as it is, she feels little sparks of heat and electricity starting to go off, her muscles pulling tight and she knows she's close.

"God, almost," she breathes, the last word rising up as he scrapes his teeth across her nipple.