Christ, that's hot. And leaves Maeve feeling vaguely smug about it all as Steve rolls off her. This isn't her place, she has no idea where anything is and she's not about to get off the bed and wander around like this, just in case Robin has arrived home. She twists slightly after Steve kisses her, then gropes along the bedside table until she finds a box of tissue.

Plucking a few free, she wipes her chest clean, then balls up the tissue and drops it on the floor, figuring she'll grab it when she leaves. Then she turns toward Steve, curling up on her side. She'll go soon. She has to, she can't stay here, it'd be too weird. It'd seem too much like she expects something from him and she doesn't want to be that girl. She never likes being that girl.

But it's nice for the moment. Just to stay.