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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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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."