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Steve has been moping. Like, pretty hardcore moping. It's kind of pathetic, honestly, but he can't seem to shake himself out of it. He hasn't seen Maeve since their fight, or whatever it was. When he stuck in his foot in his mouth like a dumbass and hurt her unintentionally. He hasn't seen her since he fucked up.

They've texted a little, and had a very brief phone call where Steve attempted to apologize and was probably very bad at it, but that's it. He should probably go see her, but he's too afraid of what will happen if he does.

He's shoved himself into the corner of the couch, wearing a pair of dark blue lounge pants and a white tee, watching some stupid nature documentary when Robin's phone chimes. She very awkwardly gets up and declares that she's suddenly leaving the apartment for no reason, and Steve stares glumly at her while she moves around and grabs her things and pats his head before leaving him alone in their home. Very deliberately.

When the knock at the door comes ten minutes later, Steve isn't exactly surprised. His stomach does seem to bottom out though, sitting there like lead, and he wrinkles his nose and scrubs his hand over his face before getting to his feet.

He's about to get dumped. Somehow he's just sure of it. He made things hard, acted like an idiot, and that means she's going to end things. That's how it goes, and Steve realizes that his lower lip is trembling as he goes over to answer the door. He stops and blows out a breath, swallowing hard and pulling himself together before opening the door.

As expected, Maeve is on the other side. Steve can't help the way that his entire being seems to perk up at the sight of her, only to wither again at the certain fear that he's about to lose her.

"Hey. Come in," he says with a wry smile, stepping aside to make room for her.

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It occurs to Steve that maybe they should be going slower, that he should take the time to shower her with affection and show just how much he loves her, but there will be time for that later. This is what they both need right now. This is exactly what Maeve wants. Steve knows this because he knows her, and the noises she’s making are so eager and approving and sexy.

Her hands are tugging at his hair hard enough to not quite hurt, but to add to the pleasure that he’s feeling. Their kisses are messy and slick, noisy in the quiet room, and Steve grunts against her mouth as he starts to fuck her hard, hips snapping as he shoves one arm under her shoulders to pull her closer.

“You feel so fucking good,” he pants out, biting at the curve of her jaw as he angles his hips so that each thrust strikes her g-spot, over and over again. “Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.”

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.

“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?”

"Fuck," she breathes, head falling back against the bed, gasping as Steve's fingers find her clit, and she's so close, she's right there. One hand fists in Steve's hair, holding onto him just a little tighter, and her other hand falls to the bed, bunching in the sheet.

He's so good at this, they're so good at this together, and Maeve's lips part with another gasp of pleasure before she crashes over the edge of her orgasm. It's intense, rolling over her again and again as her back arches and she trembles.

"Shit, Steve," she moans, still grasping at him, wanting him to come, too.

Maeve comes hard enough to make Steve feel just a little proud. It seems to take over her whole body, hips twitching as her thighs shake, and Steve holds her tightly, fucking her through it and murmuring endearments in her ear.

He almost wants to keep going, see if he can fuck her to another orgasm, or make this one go on and on. She looks so beautiful like this, wild and carefree, and he wants to make her feel this good all the time.

Steve holds on for as long as he can, but then he slams his hips forward, grinding against her as he comes with a soft cry of her name, cock pulsing inside of her as he spills into the condom. Once it's over, he sinks down on top of her, holding most of his weight on one elbow as he pants against her neck.

Breathing hard, Maeve wraps both her arms around Steve. She loves this moment at the end, when they’re both damp with sweat, but somehow it isn’t uncomfortable to be pressed together. She can feel his heart beating against her chest, the way it pounds, she can taste the salt on his skin when she kisses his shoulder.

With a soft hum, Maeve turns her head and breathes him in, the scent of them around her. Her hands stroke down his back and slowly her legs relax from around Steve’s hips, a long sigh slipping out at the same time.

It’s nice to be back here with him. She had missed him even more than she had realized.

For a long moment, Steve just presses himself against her, listening to the sound of her breathing as she comes down. Eventually, he kisses her cheek and then reaches down to hold on the end of the condom as he pulls out of her, not wanting to stay too long.

He hasn't always been as careful as he should have been when it comes to this. Sometimes they'll get a little too excited, or he'll ask if he can just pull out. Being inside of her with nothing between them feels incredible, and sometimes he finds himself wanting to come inside of her just to watch it leak out, but that's dangerous, even more so knowing what he does now. He doesn't want to put either of them in a bad position.

After sitting up and tying off the condom, he tosses it into the trash can and then looks over his shoulder at Maeve, stretched out naked, glistening with sweat, and without thinking much about it, he turns and shifts down onto his knees between her legs, ducking down to hook his shoulders under her knees.

"I'm thinking you deserve another," he says with a smirk, kissing his way up the inside of her thigh before pressing his face eagerly against her cunt, tongue pressing in where she was just stretched around his cock, licking away the taste of latex and lubricant until all that's left is her.

“Oh shit,” she says with a surprised gasp at the sudden press of Steve’s tongue. It feels good, if a bit overwhelming, but in that way she knows could make her come especially hard again. He hitches her legs over his shoulders and pulls her close, putting a good effort into making her come again, right there and then.

She manages to hold it off, gasping as he licks into her, then she twines her fingers in his hair just to hold on. She had a feeling she’s going to need to. Steve is good at a lot of things and they’re very compatible in bed, but he eats her out like no one ever has before. Like he’s doing it to survive.

She is very lucky.

“Steve, fuck,” she says on an exhale, dropping one hand from his hair to twist in the sheets.

Whenever Steve does something that seems to make her feel particularly good, Maeve will tighten her thighs around his head. He doesn't even think she knows that she's doing it, but Steve finds it very hot and kind of cute, and he likes how she seems to overwhelm every single on his senses at once.

He hears her curse and he hums in response, tugging her a little off of the bed so he can reach her cunt from underneath, pushing two fingers into her just as his tongue lips free. He twists them and presses in hard at her g-spot, then closes his mouth over her clit, sucking at it before flicking his tongue back and forth.

Her thighs close around him and he grins, taking a deep breath before pulling her clit between his lips again, working her toward another orgasm just because he wants to make her feel good.

Already nearly vibrating from the last one, Maeve twists away from the onslaught just for a moment. It’s too much, it’s too good, but then she surrenders and almost sags against Steve’s mouth. He has his fingers inside of her now, mouth on her clit, and he’s doing that thing she really likes, sucking on her clit almost like she would his cock.

“Fuck,” she says again, gasping, thighs trembling as they tighten against Steve’s ears. He’s working her closer and closer toward another shattering orgasm and a wordless cry slips free.

“Steve,” she gasps, hands twisting, one in his hair, the other in the sheets. “Steve, shit, Steve.” And then she’s coming, the sensation almost snapping through her as her back aches and she holds onto him for dear life.

When Maeve tries to pull away, Steve grabs at her thigh and holds her place only because he's done this enough times that he can read her body, and he knows that she's close. He keeps going, sucking harder and pressing his fingers in deep, and he's rewarded by her yelling out his name as she comes.

It's obviously intense and this time Steve does ease up, licking instead of sucking and slowing his fingers, working her through it as her thighs clench tightly around his ears. She's taking up all of his senses, overwhelming him, and he absolutely loves it.

Once she starts to come down, relaxing her thighs from around his ears, he drags his tongue over her clit one last time and slides his fingers free, panting as he rocks back onto his knees and wipes his mouth on the inside of her thigh, biting gently at the inside of her knee.

He stands up and twists to fall back onto the bed next to her, one arm over his head as the other rests on his belly, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

"Did you like that?" Steve pants out teasingly, chuckling as he turns his head to look at her. "I couldn't tell."

"Terrible," Maeve answers, turning her head to look at Steve beside her on the bed. She reaches over, hand dropping to Steve's stomach as well, fingers dancing across his skin. Her lips graze the skin of his shoulder, then she kisses his shoulder properly, leaning her mouth against him.

She's glad to be back here, back with him. She's glad to know this thing between them isn't going to be ruined by something they don't need to make a decision about right now. Maeve still feels certain, but she has to allow that maybe she won't always. Maybe.

There are no promises, but she supposes there are no absolutes either.

“I guess I’ll have to keep practicing,” he says with a put upon sigh, smiling softly as Maeve’s lips rest against his shoulder. He’s so relieved to be here with her, and to know that things will be okay.

Maybe it’ll be problem in the future, but they have years before they have to worry about it, and maybe they’ll both evolve their thinking by then. Right now, all he wants is her.

He rolls onto his side and reaches for her arm, slowly pulling at it until she’s on her side facing him, and he can curl his arms around her body, pulling her in close. His half-hard cock rests against her hip but it’s easy to ignore because he’s too busy staring at her face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her, reaching out to sweep her sweat-damp bangs from her forehead, thumbing at her brow before giving her a teasing smile. “And you taste so good. It’s kind of absurd, actually.”

"Oh, it's absurd, is it?" she asks, her hand sliding along Steve's side, fingertips tracing his ribs lightly. She knows it's probably ticklish and she grins before fitting herself closer to him, hand coming to rest against his back.

"Very sorry it's so absurd," she teases. "I don't think there's much I can do about how obsessed with me you are, though. Hardly seems fair to blame me for it."

As if she isn't equally obsessed, wrapped up in him here in his bed. They needed the sex they just had, but she knows they need this, too. Smiling and touching and everything slow and kind of quiet.

"You're right. That's my bad," Steve replies, chuckling both at her teasing and the tickling at his ribs. She rolls onto her side and Steve scoops her up in his arms, wrapping the one under her around her middle while reaching down to grip at her upper thigh with the other, pulling her closer.

"Thanks for being so gracious about it." He smiles and squeezes her hip before lifting his hand to cradle the side of her face, thumbing at the swell of her bottom lip before leaning in to give her a soft kiss.

"Will you stay over?" Steve asks as he kisses along her face, under her chin. "Because we need to have sex a bunch more times and then go get breakfast."

"Of course," she answers. Rue isn't the sort of roommate to worry about Maeve if she doesn't come home, more likely to assume she's with Steve than anything, and she'd mostly be right about that. The only other time Maeve might not make it home is if she's fallen asleep somewhere stupid on campus, in the library or the corner of the student lounge, working on an assignment.

"A bunch more times, hmm?" she asks, tilting her head to give Steve access to her throat. Her hand strokes along his back, eyes closed as she smiles. "Just how many times do you really think you've got it in you, Harrington?"

Maeve is well aware of his stamina and has no issues with it, she just can't help but tease him given the chance.

“Oh, so many more,” Steve volleys back, smiling against Maeve’s pulse and biting softly. “You might not even be able to walk tomorrow, and I’ll have to wait on you all day.”

He’s teasing, but he does still feel hungry for her. He wants to satisfy her, make her feel good over and over again, wants them both to come until they’re exhausted.

“And even once I’m spent, there’s always my fingers,” he says in a warm, low voice, pulling back to look at her as he reaches down between them to rub his fingers at her slit, letting them slip between the still slick folds of her cunt, over her clit and then inside of her. He knows that Maeve likes getting fingered, and he likes doing it just about as often as he can.

“I missed you very much, for many reasons,” Steve continues in a low, flirty sort of voice that’s designed to turn her on, pulling back to look at her face as he works his fingers in and out of her. “But I did miss this. I had a dream that we went to the movies and I went down on you in the theater.”

His fingers continue working slowly in and out of her and he keeps his other arm around Maeve’s narrow waist so she can’t wriggle away, perfect tits pressed to Steve’s chest. “Which for the record, I would totally do.”

"And get us both arrested," she answers, though she's laughing, already a little breathless. Steve is really good with his fingers, which has never been much of a shock, given how he's good with just about everything else, too.

They have fun together, they can laugh together, and Maeve thinks that's more important than just about anything. Right now, though, she wants something that means a bit more. She doesn't know how to express that, how to tell Steve, she's not sure of the words she needs to tell him how much she missed their connection.

Well, she knows the words, but she knows they sound corny. Making love isn't something Maeve has ever said before.

Maeve gets a look on her face that Steve can't easily interpret. She seems to want something, but she usually isn't shy about expressing such things. It's one of the things that Steve loves about her, because it's no secret that he can be kind of an idiot.

He slides his fingers out of her and brings them up to his mouth without much thought, quickly sucking them clean so he can put his hand on her shoulder. With a gentle nudge, he pushes her onto her back and leans over her, hair spilling over his forehead as he looks down at her.

"What is it?" He asks gently, leaning down to playfully nudge his nose against hers. "You know that somethings I need things explained to me like I'm five."

"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."

When Maeve admits what she's after, Steve tries not to look too visibly delighted. He knows that stuff like this is hard for Maeve, even harder than it is for him, and he doesn't want her to be embarrassed.

"You want romance? Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you romance," he says very seriously, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest before rolling off of the bed. "Get in the middle of the bed. Hold on."

He knows that he's being ridiculous, but he runs out of the room and collects the two candles that he knows to be in the living room, realizing only belatedly that he isn't entirely sure that they're alone. He makes it back unseen, and then arranges the candles next to Maeve's on her nightstand, grabbing a lighter from the drawer (along with another condom), and lighting all the wicks.

After turning off the lights and locking the door, Steve excitedly comes over and hops on the bad, landing on his side next to Maeve, propping his head up on his hand, grinning at her. "Hello, beautiful."

Her eyebrows shoot up when Steve jumps off the bed, heading out into his living room without even putting on any clothes. God, she hopes Robin still isn't home, because neither of them will live this down if she is.

When he returns, he has two candles, and Maeve has moved into the centre of the bed, as instructed. Steve lights them, then throws himself on the bed, his head propped up in his hand, and Maeve can't help but laugh.

"Hi," she answers. "You're the fucking best."

"You deserve the best," Steve tells her, because it's easy to be romantic when he means it, and he always means it with her. "Oh, one more thing."

He rolls over to grab his phone from the nightstand, tongue touching the corner of his mouth in concentration as he opens his music app and does a quick search and lowers the volume until the song is background noise. After setting it to play similar songs after, Steve drops the phone and turns back to Maeve.

Maeve, who looks unreal in the flickering candlelight, too good to possibly exist. But she does, and somehow, for some reason, she's here with him.

"God, you're so beautiful," Steve tells her as he moves in close, and it isn't a line. He's honest, sounding awed as he reaches up to put his hand on her face, sweeping her hair back and leaning in to kiss her on the mouth, murmuring against her lips. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you? It was only days and I felt like I couldn't breathe."

She'd asked for romance and while Steve is happy to provide, none of it is an act. It comes so easy with her.

This is all like nothing she's ever had before and everything she wanted, but only from one very specific person. Only from Steve. She had told Otis all this traditional romance only serves to make her uncomfortable and for the most part it had been true, but first Jackson had come through the cafeteria with a grand gesture, singing and melting her heart, and now there's Steve, who is embracing what she's asked with gusto.

And not a word of it rings false. It might be cheesy, it might be the sort of thing that scared her not so long ago, but it's real. That matters more than anything.

"Good thing I'm back," she murmurs against his mouth, her hand sliding down his back.

"So fucking good," he replies, kissing her again and shifting on top of her, bracing his weight on one elbow as his other hand lifts to touch her face, fingers dragging lightly down the side of her neck.

Steve kisses her again, her mouth and then her cheek, down the side of her neck as he rocks lightly against her. He covers her skin with kisses, lingering and soft, and then lifts his head to look at her in the low light.

"What do you want?" He asks quietly, tucking her hair behind her ear as he stares at her with open adoration all over his face. "I'll give you anything you want."