“Just terrible,” Steve agrees absently, watching as Maeve pulls the lube from the drawer. They don’t usually need it, thanks in part to Steve’s love of foreplay, and he’s reminded why they need it now.

He feels a flutter of nerves but then Maeve has his cock in her wonderful little hand and Steve lets out a quiet grunt. He knows that Maeve wouldn’t weaponize sex, which is a good thing because Steve could probably be coerced into anything with a blowjob. Steve knows that it hasn’t always been her favorite activity, and he hopes that he’s made it clear that for as much as he likes them, he doesn’t expect them.

But Maeve blows him anyway, and she’s so good at it, and being in her mouth makes him feel sort of strangely honored. She’s found Steve worthy of this, worthy of being in her life, and he doesn’t think that he’ll ever stop being awed by that.

“God, you’re hot,” he tells her, which doesn’t really convey the depth of his emotion, but his mind can conjure up little else, not with her mouth so close to where he wants it.