"I'm gonna go broke replacing these things," he teases, because he's definitely ripped a few pairs in his impatience to get underneath them, but he isn't quite so frenzied right now. He's busy watching Maeve, awed and deeply turned on by the way her hips lift toward his hand. It's almost enough to make him smug, but he's just too happy to be here with her, having her stare up at him like she is, like she adores him.

"Hmm, is that what this means, too?" Steve asks as he slides his hand under tights, pressing his fingers to the front of her cotton panties and finding that there's already a wet spot there. Instead of reaching under them or tugging the scrap of fabric to the side, he just looks down at her and drags the pads of two fingers slowly up and down her slit through her underwear, biting his lip as he feels the cotton getting wet enough to cling to her skin. "That you really like me?"