"Are you sure you're not still feeling the drugs?" she asks with a grin, her voice breathless even as she rocks against Steve again. She can feel his cock trapped beneath her body, the heat of him, how hard he is, even though the layers of their clothes.

Even after all this time, even though Maeve loves him and she knows it, it's still kind of difficult to accept compliments like the ones Steve gives her. She knows he means it, it isn't that she doubts him, but that she's still not sure about it herself.

Not that it matters now. It doesn't, not at all, and she grabs Steve's hand and pushes it down to the bed over his head, then leans down, still grinning. "I think I'm in charge tonight," she teases before she kisses him, then bites at his lower lip, dragging it down slightly before her hands slide down between them to undo Steve's jeans.