"Yeah," she agrees, shifting on the bed, helping Steve get her tights down, though by the time he's moving her legs, they've only gotten to her knees. They're barely undressed, her more than him, but it doesn't matter. She just wants him, like he does her, and she's as impatient as he is, grabbing at his hips, trying to drag him closer, tighter against her.

"Please," she murmurs, urging him on. "Steve, please."

She has condoms in her bedside drawer, but she likes that he's still carrying one in his wallet. It gives them a sense of freedom, something she'd been a bit foolish about in the past. It means they don't have to leave the living room, which is a bit daring of them, but she's impatient, she needs him.