They're wrapped around each other as much as they can be, both Maeve's legs around Steve now, her knees lifted against his hips. It changes the angle, it's perfect, each hard thrust making her shiver, and she knows she won't come from this alone, she knows if she wants to, she'll need to get her hand -- or his -- between them, but she doesn't want to put any of that space there. She wants to stay wrapped around him like this, his mouth on her jaw, his cock inside her, each deep thrust making her gasp.

"I love you," she says on an exhale, the words, his voice, all of it making her have to close her eyes. For a second she can feel tears pricking them and she turns her face into his shoulder, kissing and then biting down gently, her teeth scraping against skin.