"I just..." Maeve bites her lip, watching him lick his fingers clean having sent a surge of hot arousal through her. It isn't impossible to have both, she knows, someone who fucks her like they've just met in a bar and have barely managed to get to the back alley and still loves her.

But she still wants something a little different.

"I missed you," she murmurs, lifting one hand to push back his hair. She smiles a little and says, "So you've fucked me senseless first and now I just... I want a little romance, I think. Shut up."