Steve isn't wasting any time and while there are times when Maeve wants more kissing, more touching, more of a chance to feel skin against skin, she's pretty sure that will come later. Right now, they both just want the other, the reassurance that they're still here, and she feels that same sense of impatience.

As Steve is pulling off her shorts, her knickers, Maeve reaches behind her back to unhook her bra and she lets it fall free from one arm, dropping it to the floor. Before she can say anything, before she can take a breath, he's dragging her down the bed, on his knees between her thighs and she lets her legs fall open for him with a sigh of pleasure.

"Shit, Steve," she hisses, her legs around him, fingers twisting in his hair. "Fuck, that feels so good."