"Fuck," she agrees on a slow exhale, moving her body carefully with his. Steve is still touching her and she likes it, for now, feeling herself edge toward sensitivity and then back again.

"We should move," she murmurs. They're still on the couch, somewhere they could easily be caught, and Maeve has a good sense they're not quite done with each other this evening. So far they've managed a good bit of luck and she doesn't want to press that too far.

"Into the bedroom. Soon."