“I know. I know you do,” Steve replies, which is kind of a big deal. Despite how he still tends to portray himself to the world, Steve doesn’t really think highly of himself. He doesn’t think he’s easy to love, but Maeve does.

He knows that he’s close, thighs tensing and balls drawing up tight, so he wedges his arm between their hips, trapping between their bodies so he can run at her clit, moving the pads of his fingers quickly back and forth the tight peak of it. He’s a little relentless with the pressure because he wants her to come hard, maybe even squirt and mess up the sheets so Steve can change them later, because all he wants to do is make her feel good.

He fucks her a little harder, hips snapping as he angles them to hit that perfect spot over and over and over again. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Maeve. Are you gonna come for me?”