"Good," Steve breathes out, pumping his fingers inside of her and pulling back just enough to watch her face as he crooks them upward. She's so beautiful always, but Steve loves the way that she looks when she's turned on. Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush and Steve wants to see it every day forever, he thinks.

He can overthink about that later. For now, he just wants to make her feel good, to make them both feel good, and he knows that he can.

Steve slides his fingers out of her and lifts Maeve up, shifting to roll her over onto her hands and knees on the bed, sliding his hands down to her back to grab her hips as he climbs onto it behind her. "Is this okay?"