She laughs into the kiss, even as it turns into a moan, Steve’s fingers pressing into her. Her hips push forward, seeking more of the friction of his thumb on her clit, the stretch of his fingers inside her.

“What do you think?” she asks in return, knowing he can feel that she’s wet, ready for him. “Of course I did.”

As much as Maeve is willing to do things that make Steve happy, she also isn’t the sort to do things she’s but also into. Taking ownership of her sexuality has been a big deal for her, making sure to do never let anyone pressure her into anything. With Steve, she knows he wouldn’t, and it means everything is just a little bit better with him.