"Definitely," she answers with a laugh against his skin before she tugs his underwear the rest of the way down, letting his cock spring free. Between the two of them, she manages to get them off, and she considers taking off her shorts, her tights, but in the end she's a little distracted.

All those years ago, when she'd first been accused of being a cock biter, Maeve had pretty much decided blowjobs sounded pretty awful. Now, though, she finds she kind of likes it. And even though she's also reaching for the bedside table, for their lubricant, she's kissing Steve's hip, her other hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Probably spent all night looking right through your clothes," she murmurs once she's got the drawer open and the lubricant in her hand. "Oogling you without you even realizing it was happening. Shameful behaviour, really."