Steve has had his fair share of casual sex, and he's never really been one to roll out of bed and leave right after. He finds himself hoping that this isn't casual, and once he catches his breath, he pushes Maeve onto her back again and sort of flops down on top of her, resting his cheek between her breasts as he slings an arm around her stomach.

"And to think that I was just about to jerk off before you showed up," he murmurs fondly, pressing a lazy kiss to her skin. "Like something out of my dreams."