"Oh, yeah?" Steve asks in a low, interested voice, caging her in between his elbows as he stretches out on top of her, propping his chin up on his palm. She bites her lip all cute and coy and Steve stares up at her, blinking slowly like a cat in love and practically purring at how good it feels to have her nails dragging lightly through his hair.

Right now, he'd do whatever Maeve wanted to do. If she closed her bra and said she wanted to go to the damn farmer's market, he'd carry all her bags. He'd happily just sit here and talk, but of course he's happy to not talk, too.

"We could talk a little," he says with a flirty smirk, rocking over to her side to put all his weight on one elbow, leaning against the back of the sofa as he slides his hand down her stomach. He tugs open the button of her pants and chuckles softly as he tugs playfully at the waistband of her tights. "You always have to make it hard for me, don't you?"