They're not always this gentle with each other, this slow, but Maeve appreciates that they are some of the time. It's a nice thing, having this variety, having someone who's both willing to shove her down in the bed when they're both so horny they can't deal with it and someone who'll draw her slowly into his lap like Steve is now.

Maeve reaches down with one hand and pulls up her shirt, letting it fall to the floor once she shakes her hair loose from the collar. Then she has her hands back on Steve, palms running over the smooth expanse of his back, the broad muscles of his shoulders.