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This is the first time that Steve has ever had the same girlfriend on Valentine's Day as the year before. He thought that maybe that would freak him out, but it doesn't. He's come to realize that he didn't jump from girl to girl because he was a player. Mostly, he just didn't want to get hurt.

But then he did, and he got over it. He moved on, and he found something better. Someone better. The someone who is over at the jukebox yelling in some dude's face. Steve gives her a smitten look as the guy stomps off, and then turns back to the bar to get them another round.

"There you are!" The high-pitched voice makes Steve pause, and he pastes on a smile as he turns to face the girl who has been following him around all night, despite him repeatedly telling her that he has a girlfriend. Usually, that's enough to make a girl back off, but not this one. She's been sort of relentless, and he's getting a little annoyed. "Finally, I've got you all to myself. Come dance with me!"

"Look, I'm flattered, but I can't," Steve tells her coolly, trying to be polite but not too polite, because apparently she can't take a hint. He lifts the hand holding his dwindling drink and uses it to gesture over his shoulder at Maeve, and then sets the glass down as he gestures for the bartender. "Like I said, I'm with someone."

While Steve is turned to place an order, he misses the woman turn her hand over the top of Steve's drink and pour a purple liquid from a small vial. By the time he turns back, she's smiling up at him again and holding up a drink of her own.

"Okay, okay. I get it," she tells him, shrugging as she holds her own drink up a little. "Here's a good night, I guess."

Steve lifts his glass to mirror her lazy toast and knocks back the rest of the liquor, frowning down at the empty glass before setting it on the bar. There was something sour about it and he smacks his lips, blinking a few times before suddenly feeling warm and calm, even as butterflies swarm in his belly. When he turns to look at the girl, his vision is a little glassy and he blinks a few times, feeling his expression smooth out as the girl puts a hand on his chest.

"Oh, wow," Steve says dreamily, and the young woman might think that the love potion she had bought a few blocks over has done the trick, but it hasn't. Steve is in love alright, but he already was so all he does is love Maeve even harder, even if he's a little too fuzzy to say it in the moment.

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The longer that Maeve sucks him, the more relaxed Steve feels, which he assumes was part of the point. She plays with his balls, tugging gently at them in that way he likes, and by the time her fingers drift back a little further to brush at his hole, he’s forgotten to be nervous at all.

Maeve makes him feel incredible. She makes him come harder than he ever has in his life and each and every time it feels like he’s been given a gift. Why should he think that this would be any different?

Steve trusts her, and in a show of that trust, he spreads his thighs wider and lifts his feet to plant them on the edge of the bed, knees falling open. He feels a little vulnerable in this position, strangely open, but it’s okay. It’s Maeve. He’s in good hands.

He can’t quite seem to find the words to say that he’s ready, so he hopes that his position tells her so. She tugs at his balls again, and when her fingertips brush against his puckered hole, the brief sensation is enough to have him curious for more.

“Maeve,” he gasps out, fingers twisting in the sheets as he arches his back a little. Already, he feels a close, and his hips jerk slightly as he lets out another moan.

At least he’s clean, which is good. He’s pretty hygenic as it is, but he’d known that they would most likely be having all sorts of sex tonight, so he scrubbed himself down, cleaning between his legs even more thoroughly than usual. He smells like soap and clean sweat, and the scent only gets stronger as she heats up his body with that absurdly clever mouth.

There's something oddly powerful about it all. She's never been this intimate with anyone else and not only because her sexual experience is actually much more limited than people seemed to thinks, but because she also hasn't trusted anyone like she trusts Steve. It's a dangerous thing to let someone get this close and she knows it, but here she is all the same.

She doesn't regret it, even if it does scare her some of the time.

Pulling back, she lets the head of Steve's cock drag over her lower lip before she asks, "Ready?"

He seems ready, so she's already reaching for the bottle of lube, spilling a bit onto her fingers, but she wants to be certain. She wants to hear him say it.

She asks him a question and Steve has to swallow hard and catch his breath, nodding a little before he can find the words. “I’m ready.”

The very worst case scenario here is that he’ll try a new thing and not like it. He isn’t even worried about disappointing Maeve, because she’ll understand. She wouldn’t want him to do anything he wasn’t totally okay with, and he feels the same way about her.

And if he does like it, that doesn’t mean anything other than that he likes it. Back home, he would have thought it meant he was gay. Back home, he probably wouldn’t have tried it at all. Back home, he was an idiot.

Here, he’s a different person. He’s a better person, constantly learning and evolving in ways that he never allowed himself before. He’s found a girlfriend that likes him for him, not for who he pretends to be, or who she wishes he was. She just likes him and he likes her. They’re safe with one another. Steve doesn’t think that he’s ever really felt like that with another person before.

“Let’s see if this awakens something in me,” Steve jokes, wanting her to know that he’s really okay with it, that he isn’t doing this just for her sake. Maybe it started out that way, but now he’s curious. He wants to know how it feels and maybe it’s because he’s still rock hard, cock straining toward Maeve’s mouth, but he’s even a bit eager.

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A smile twitches at the corners of Maeve's mouth before she lowers her head again. Her lips part and she guides Steve's cock back into her mouth with one hand; the other presses behind Steve's balls once more, against the muscle there, only massaging at first. He'd said he was ready, but she still takes her time until slowly and gently, one finger pushes inside of him.

She's never done this before either, but she's read enough to know what she's supposed to do once her finger is inside of him, how she's meant to make it feel as good as possible. Taking his cock deeper into her mouth, Maeve turns her finger, pressing a bit deeper, then gently applies a bit of pressure.

She doesn't want to do too much too soon, she doesn't want to make something hurt or startle him, and since she has no idea what she's doing in practice, she takes her time.

When his cock slides across Maeve's warm, wet tongue, Steve lets out a low moan and tips his head back, twitching the slightest bit when her finger presses against his asshole. It's a new sensation, but not a particular bad one.

Her finger presses into him and at first it's just an odd sort of intrusion, neither good or bad, just different. It doesn't really hurt, nor does it feel particularly good. He takes a breath and reaches out to put one hand gently on the back of Maeve's head, not to guide her but simply to touch her as she bobs up and down on his cock.

Just when he's wondering if this is all he's going to feel in this particular regard, Maeve pulls her finger out and then presses it back in at a new angle. He feels an unexpected spark of pleasure, and then Maeve is twisting and pushing in deeper and Steve lets out a startled yelp as heat zips up his spine, cock twitching and leaking in Maeve's mouth.

"Oh, okay," Steve pants out with a breathless laugh, putting one hand on his forehead as the other tangles in Maeve's hair. "I think I get it."

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It's not easy to grin when she still has Steve's cock in her mouth, but somehow Maeve manages it close enough. Her gaze flicks up and she catches Steve's eye, then does the same thing with her finger, knowing it must have felt good. I think I get it. That sounds positive.

She closes her eyes again, then focuses on what she's doing for him, stroking her finger inside of him, still only using a bit of pressure to keep it pleasurable for him. She takes his cock deeper, using her other hand at the base of his cock, coordinating both her hands and her mouth at the same time.

It takes a bit of thought, honestly, but she just wants him to feel good. He'd been willing to try this, after all, she wants to make sure it works for him.

He hadn't expected it to feel so good. Like, he assumed that there must be something good about it, because why else would so many guys do it otherwise, but this is insane.

There are so many points of pleasure-- the head of his cock nudging the back of Maeve's mouth, her hand twisting at the base of his cock, her finger pressing in against that spot in his body more confidently now. Steve lets out a low moan and then lets out a shaky breath, trying to make this last, but his balls are drawing up tight and pressure builds low in his gut.

"I'm gonna--" Steve cuts himself off with a groan and tugs at Maeve's hair, giving her warning so she can choose what she'd like to do. Her finger presses in against that spot and rubs, keeping pressure on it, and Steve comes with a loud grunt. "Maeve."

This orgasm seems a little more intense than usual, maybe goes on a little longer, and he's panting when he seems to come back to himself, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling. "Oh, holy shit."

She considers pulling back when Steve tugs at her hair, but all of this is for him, meant to make him feel good, and so she doesn't. There are times when she does and she always appreciates the warning, she's glad he isn't the sort of guy to just come in her mouth without telling her, but then, if he were, they wouldn't be here. They wouldn't be together.

He comes and she closes her eyes, throat working as she swallows, careful with her finger inside of Steve as she draws him through his orgasm. The way he says her name makes her shiver and when it feels like Steve is finished, Maeve pulls back slowly, then wipes her lower lip on her wrist before looking up at him.

"Good?" she asks, grinning. She knows what his answer is going to be.

Steve reaches up to sink his fingers into his hair, pushing it away from his face with both hands. His breath hitches as her finger slides out of him and he groans at the question, knowing before even lifting his head what he's going to see.

"You know it was," Steve says with a low chuckle, muscles in his stomach flexing as he lifts his head to confirm that Maeve does indeed have a smug grin on her face. It's okay; he'll allow it. She earned it. But he still kind of wants to wipe it off.

He sits up and pulls himself towards the edge of the bed, reaching down to grab her by the waist. She's topless but still in that skirt and those infuriating black tights, and the sight of her as he pulls her into his lap is enough to have his cock twitching. Even though he just came so hard it made him dizzy, he knows that it won't take long to get hard again because that's what she does to him.

"It was really good," he tells her as he leans in for a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue as he wraps one arm around her waist. The other slides under her skirt down the front of her tights, stretching them over his knuckles as his fingers dip into her panties. She's warm and wet and Steve doesn't tease, doesn't hesitate, just presses two fingers into her cunt, holding them there as his thumb rubs slow circles around her clit.

"Did it turn you on?" Steve asks against her mouth even though he can feel the proof of it against his slick palm. Still, he's curious. Yeah, he liked a lot, but did she? "Because I know I really like putting my fingers inside of you."

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.

"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?"

“Just fuck me already,” she answers, looking back at him over her shoulder. “If you can.”

She likes to tease him, especially when they’re like this. When they both want each other, when they’re sweaty and a bit sticky and the only thing that matters is just this room and what they’re doing and each other. She loves the way he takes the challenge in the spirit she offers it, never offended by it, never anything but perfectly Steve.

After catching his eye, she grins, then drops her head forward again before she reaches for a pillow. She pushes it under her body, using it to keep her on her knees for him.

“If I can? Oh, you give me one of the best orgasms of my life and then decide that you can get mouthy?” Steve asks with a laugh, teasing her right back because she knows that he loves that she’s mouthy. She’s always entirely engaged in what they’re doing in bed, never just lying back and leaving it up to him.

“If I can,” he says again, playfully admonishing, palming Maeve’s ass before lifting his hand and bringing it down with a slap. Not too hard, just testing the waters, because yes, she’s given him a challenge but he still wants to be sure that she’s okay with everything that happens.

She doesn’t protest, so Steve slaps her ass a little harder this time, rubbing at her flushed skin before sliding his hand down and plunging two fingers into her cunt again, hard and fast and possessive only in a way that means that he knows her body so well.

“I think I’d rather make you squirm for awhile,” he says in a low, breathy voice, mouth falling open as he stares down between her legs, fingers pressing into her again. This time, he rests his thumb against the tight curl of muscle above her cunt, rubbing little circles against it and pressing in just enough to feel a slight give of the muscle. “And then maybe I’ll fuck you.”

Everything he's doing feels incredible and Maeve gasps, not with surprise but pleasure, as Steve's fingers are pushed inside of her again. She can feel her muscles tensing, quivering as she lets out another moan, pressing back against him, trying to urge him on.

"Steve, fuck," she breathes, feeling his thumb pressing against her ass, a little surprised by how good that feels, too. It's not something she's against by any means, she just knows she doesn't have the same sort of internal organs as a man that will make that feel good in the same way.

He's doing a good job of making her squirm and Maeve rocks her hips back again, looking for more. She wants him inside her, she can feel the heat growing already, but this is too good and she isn't going to tell him to stop.

"That's more like it," Steve says with a low chuckle, though he sounds a little distracted with watching his fingers sink into her cunt, and that tight pink clench of muscle pucker against his thumb. He pulls his fingers free and then lightly slaps her ass with both hands, sliding his thumbs down to spread her open.

Steve's mouth falls open and he leans down to drag his tongue up the center of her, over the entrance to her cunt and then over her asshole too, because why not? He hadn't known how he would feel about it until he did it, but it turns out that it sends a little thrill through him that settles somewhere around the base of his spine.

He licks her again, pressing the tip of his tongue against the muscle before shifting back down and pressing his face against her cunt, licking into her hungrily as he grips at her ass with both hands. He wants to make her come because he loves fucking her after she has an orgasm, when she's sensitive and shivery and eager for another.

He's so good at this, so good, and while Maeve would never have made being good at going down on her a prerequisite to a relationship, she's also sincerely relieved she's never had to teach him. It's like he just knows, understands what feels good and what doesn't, and she gasps in pleasure again, her forehead against her arms on the bed.

"Fuck," she says again. "That's so good."

It isn't going to take long to make her come, not when she feels like she's been on the edge of an orgasm for ages already. Her tights tense, little sparks of pleasure zipping down her spine, before they suddenly explode outward and her muscles clench tightly. "Fuck," she moans, pressing back against Steve's mouth.

Steve keeps his face pressed against her as she comes, feeling the way her cunt pulses and her thighs tremble. He licks her through it, feeling a little smug but mostly proud that he can make her feel so good.

He pulls back and wipes his mouth on the back of her thigh, biting gently at the spot before straightening up and giving her ass another light slap. Her cunt is slick and pink and a little puffy with arousal, and Steve has to take a deep breath as he reaches over to grab a condom from the nightstand, ripping it open with his teeth.

Maeve's tights are still rolled down around her thighs and Steve grabs the material between her legs, using that hold to tug her back closer to the edge of the bed. As he rolls on the condom, he positions himself behind her and lets the head of his cock rest against her asshole, rubbing at it without pressing in at all. He wants to fuck her there, but he can save it for later, when he's a little less crazed and they can take their time.

Now, he grips his cock and angles his hips to press it inside of her cunt, sinking in with one smooth thrust. He lets out a low groan at the feeling of her around him, wet and hot and perfect. "Fuck, Maeve." He swallows hard and grabs at her hips, rolling his hips and pulling her back to meet each deep thrust, bodies slapping together with a beautifully obscene sound. "Fuck."

Pretending not to like sex is a thing plenty of women do, but only because they’ve been told they have to. Women are constantly told not to be too easy, not to be sluts, not to be too eager, and Maeve has always thought it was bullshit. She’s not going to pretend not to like this, not when it feels so good, Steve’s cock sliding into her, hot and thick, and just so good.

Her head drops to her forearms and she pushes back against him, feeling his skin against hers, how deep he is.

“Steve,” she moans, already breathless, still tingling from her orgasm. She can feel it in her fingers and her toes, like a warmth that just won’t fade as he continues to fuck into her.

"I've got you, babe," he assures her, leaning in to put his hand between her shoulder blades and drag it down her spine and over the curve of her ass, lifting it away only to bring it back down in a slap that's in sync with another snap of his hips.

His own orgasm is creeping closer, becoming harder to ignore, but he needs Maeve to come again before he does. He wants to feel her come around his cock because there isn't anything quite like it in the world, her cunt clenching down blissfully around him because he drove her to that height of pleasure.

"I need you to give me another one," he pants out, giving her ass another light slap before sliding his hand over her hip and down between her legs, index and middle finger parting around her swollen clit and down to where his cock sinks into her body over and over again. He touches where she's stretched around him and groans as his fingers slide back to her clit, rubbing at with quick, firm little circles as he fucks her with hard, deep thrusts, hitting that spot inside of her unrelentingly. "Come for me one more time, Maeve."

Sex is always good, it was good with Jackson, and it was good with Steve right from the start, but now it's better. It's better and Maeve knows it's because he loves her, because she loves him.

All that sappy shit was never something Maeve would have thought was true, but it is. With Steve, sex is unlike it's ever been before and she may not have the experience people have always thought she did, but she just knows. In her heart, she knows.

The way he touches her, his fingers on her clit, on himself between her legs, it makes her shiver, and she lets out a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a sob. It's overwhelming, fire ripping through her, and she's close enough again that the rough cadence of his voice is enough to tip her over the edge. Her muscles clench around him and he feels suddenly huge inside of her as she comes.

The fact that Steve fucks her through another shuddering orgasm without coming is nothing short of a miracle, but he somehow holds himself back long enough for her to start to come down a little. It's only then that he pulls out of her and quickly yanks the condom off of his cock, grabbing it to aim at her ass.

It only takes a few strokes before he's following after her, groaning as he comes in hot splashes against her skin, landing where she's flushed pink from his hand and just above her tailbone. It's not something he does often at all, coming on her like this, but it just felt like the right punctuation for what's been some of the best sex of his life.

"Oh my God," he groans out, laughing breathlessly as he leans over her back and curls an arm around her waist as he tugs her down so that they're laying on their sides, the backs of her shoulders against his scruffy chest. "We're amazing."

This night could have been ruined, considering what had happened earlier, but as Maeve sinks down with Steve, the two of them tangled together, the sheets beneath them a mess, a pillow jammed halfway under her hip even now. Her skin is sticky where Steve has come on her, due to the sweat shining on her skin, and she exhales a laugh as Steve pulls her against him.

"We're pretty great," she agrees as she loops her arms over his where they're around her body. Her makeup is probably smeared under her eyes and she knows her hair is plastered to her forehead, but she feels really amazing.

"I love you," she says quietly, biting her lip against her smile and pressing her cheek against one of Steve's arms.

"I love you, too." Steve smiles against her shoulder, kissing the knob of bone as he slides his other hand down her arm until he can slide his fingers between hers and pull their joined hands in against her chest, holding her close.

"But you knew that already," he says fondly, chuckling as he thinks about his behavior back at the bar. "Potion or no potion, babe. I'm all yours."

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