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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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Maeve's words make Steve furrow his brow and nearly cry again, and not only because they're sweet and supportive, but because it's just even more evidence to him that she would be a good mother. He doesn't know why she can't see that, but he knows that he can't convince her. It's like Hopper said. Why would he want to have a family with someone that he has to convince?

It doesn't matter right now, anyway. It might never matter, so he knows that he needs to put it aside. He needs to focus on their relationship, right here and now, and stop thinking about something that may, or more likely may never happen. It will only drive a wedge between them.

"Thank you," he says instead, giving her a thin, wobbly smile and studying her face, tucking one strand of hair behind her ear. "I am really sorry that I hurt you. I feel stupid about it. I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't," she answers. "I didn't mean to hurt you either."

It had sucked and Maeve still finds a part of her worried she may prove to be a disappointment to Steve down the line, but all the same, she knows it's something worth talking about. If they stay here in Darrow and if they're together down the line, five years, ten years, it would be so much worse for it to come up then. For it to be a surprise when Steve was actually ready.

"It's not stupid," she says, looking up at him. "It isn't. People should talk about these things more, even if it's hard. It would be so much worse for it to be a surprise to us down the road, wouldn't it?"

It isn't talking about it that makes him feel stupid. It's that he wasn't more careful about it, didn't think it all through, and he hurt her feelings. He doesn't really want to remind her of that, so he just nods as he curls his fingers gently under her chin, thumbing at the end of it.

"Yeah, I guess it is." He studies her face, cupping her cheek and thumbing at the corner of her eye, so relieved to have her back in his arms. It's only been days but it feels so much longer, and the relief at knowing that they'll be okay makes him feel like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

"So, um, to recap," Steve begins cautiously, biting at the inside of his lip. "It's okay if I hold out a little hope? I won't try to change your mind. I promise I won't. But--" He swallows hard and looks at her hopefully. "But you'll tell me if you think you might change yours?"

Maeve nods, biting her lower lip to hold back the small smile she's wearing. So often, before Steve, she felt like all her relationships with immature, like they couldn't talk about anything, like the slightest disagreement had to turn into a fight.

And maybe they'd still had a bit of a fight about it, but they talked, then they took some time, and they're talking again. All that is more than Maeve has ever had before.

"Yeah," she agrees. "I think that sounds like a really solid plan."

"I can live with that plan," Steve says, exhaling with a relieved grin. He can't say for sure that this won't become a problem in the future, but he also can't say what will happen in the future in regards to anything, so he doesn't feel like it needs to be a problem now.

They have a long time before it becomes something that they have to think about seriously, so he can put it out of his mind for now. Right now, in the present, neither one of them want kids, so they're in agreement.

"I missed you," he breathes out, leaning in to press their mouths together in a firm kiss, fingers sliding into her hair.

"You just missed my tits," she teases, knowing it isn't at all true and also, even if it were a little bit true, she doesn't mind. She'd missed him, too, she'd missed his laughter, his smile, the way he smells, how it feels to wake up with him in her bed. She'd missed stealing his sweaters whenever she's cold.

But honestly, she'd missed the sex, too. She thinks that's just normal.

She twists within the circle of his arms, fingers curling into the front of his shirt as she returns the kiss, lips parting for him. Then she pulls herself into his lap, settling on top of Steve, her hands sliding up either side of his neck.

"Okay, maybe a little," he says, only because he knows that she's teasing him, trying to lighten the mood a little, and he'd be lying if he said it wasn't true. His main reasons for missing her were not so superficial, but he did have a few sad jerk off sessions, spread out in his big lonely bed and missing her smell, and the weight of her against his body.

"You might have to show them to me, let me get reacquainted," he teases against her mouth, unable to keep from smiling once she's in his lap. His hands go to her hips to help her settle and he slides them up under her shirt, resting against warm skin as he kisses at her chin and along her jaw, that spot under her ear that gets her all hot and bothered.

"I don't blame you, they're very nice tits," she answers, reaching down to peel her shirt off. She's wearing her usual, a simple black bra, a bit of lace at the edge of the cups, and she hadn't worn this particular one today because she knows Steve likes it, but maybe there had been some subconscious process going on.

"And it's okay," she promises, shivering as he kisses under her ear. "I may have missed your cock a little, too."

She kisses him again, her hands against his chest, bracing herself as she settles into his lap. Her teeth scrape gently against Steve's lower lip and then she bites down lightly, tugging for a moment.

"Oh, best of the best," Steve assures her, and it isn't much of a surprise that they're almost immediately heading in this direction. They've always been really good at communicating through sex, and it's been a relatively long time for them.

They talked, worked things out as best they could, and now they can give into this other, more primal urge.

"It missed you very much." He chuckles and bites his lip as Maeve pulls her shirt off, but before he can press his face into her cleavage like he wants, she's kissing him again. He hums against her mouth, breath hitching as her teeth press at his lip, and he braces an arm under her ass as he pulls himself to his feet, holding her against him so he can carry her toward the bedroom. "Are we about to have awesome make up sex?"

Being as small as she is sometimes has its benefits, like right now, when all she needs to do is wrap her legs around Steve's waist, letting him carry her down the hall toward his bedroom. He can take her weight easily and she slides her arms around his shoulders, holding herself against him as she smiles.

"I think we're about to have some really awesome make up sex," she answers as she ducks her head to kiss Steve's neck. She pulls the collar of his shirt aside, kissing his shoulder, then back up, the skin under his ear. His earlobe gets nipped lightly before she nuzzles against his hair, breathing in the scent of him as they make their way into the bedroom.

"Awesome," he groans out, squeezing her ass as he carries her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Steve lays her down on the bed and leans over her, kissing her mouth and then her chin, mouthing his way down her neck and dragging his tongue through the hollow of her throat.

"God, they really are spectacular," he says with a low chuckle, sliding his hands up to cup her tits, thumbing at her nipples through the lace. He presses his face between them, inhaling the scent of her and pulling back to watch as he pushes her bra up slowly, letting her tits fall free, bouncing enticingly. Steve groans and grabs at one of her breasts, pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard at it, looking up at her face as his cheeks hollow.

His bottom teeth scrape gently over her nipple as he releases it, rising to his feet and pulling his shirt over his head. After grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he tosses it on the bed and then drops to his knees between her legs, tugging her shorts and underwear off of her legs. Once she's naked, he grabs at her thighs and drags her down the bed until her ass is at the edge of it, then hooks her knees over his shoulders.

"First things first," Steve breathes out, winking up at Maeve before leaning in to drag his tongue up through the center of her, flicking over her cunt as he lays his forearm across her hips, holding her there as he goes down on her eagerly, licking into her like he's trying to make up for lost time.

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."

Steve knows that he's good at this, good enough to be cocky about it, but he isn't. He's just glad that he can make Maeve feel so good with just his mouth and fingers, and there's nothing quite like having his senses overtaken by her, face pressed against her cunt until, for a few minutes, it's all that matters.

He reaches around her legs to spread her open with his fingers, licking and sucking at her folds, fucking his tongue into her before dragging it over her clit. It would be easy to make her come like this, but he wants too badly to be inside of her.

Pulling away, he wipes his face with his forearm and stands up, sliding his hands under her back to slide her further up the bed again. It's so hot how he can move her, how she lets him, and he slides his hands over her breasts, thumbing at her nipples before climbing up onto the bed on his knees.

He rips the condom open with his teeth and rolls it down his cock before falling forward over her, catching himself on his elbow as he reaches down to grab his cock, rubbing the head against her clit before nudging it down and rolling his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of her with a moan. "Fuck, Maeve."

When Steve falls forward, Maeve hooks one arm around his shoulders, lifting her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, then the side of his neck, pressing her face against his skin and breathing him in deep. He's between her thighs, his cock rubbing against her, and she lifts her hips for him, wanting to feel him inside of her.

"Yes," she says on an exhale when he sinks inside, her body stretching to accommodate him. She loves how that feels, that burn of the first penetration, and she hooks one leg around Steve's waist, heel pressing into the small of his back to draw him in deeper.

She moves her hands to either side of his face, tilting his head so she can kiss him again, deeper, her tongue licking into his mouth. She nips at his lower lip, hands sliding into his hair, holding onto him as she urges him on, her foot against his skin.

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."