He's not even kidding when he says that he could stay here all day, Maeve wet and squirming against his face, thighs clenching against either side of his head. When she asks the question, he nods against her and lifts his head, only to go still as she continues. All the blood in his body seems to rush south so quickly that he feels a little dizzy, and he has to swallow hard before he speaks.

"Wait, are you serious?" Steve asks as he glances down to where his fingers are buried in her ass. They've talked about his curiosity and he's had his fingers in her a few times, but it's never gone further. He figured that she'd tell him if she ever wanted to try, and now here he is. Patience really is a virture.

"I mean, yeah. If you're sure," he breathes out, sliding his fingers out of her as he pulls himself up onto his knees and leans over her, one fist planted into the bed near her shoulder. "I-- do you want me to use a condom?"

They're clean and Steve may have almost failed biology, but he knows that he can't knock her up doing it like that. He knows what he'd prefer, but it's Maeve's body, and he'll do whatever she's comfortable with. He'll do literally anything she wants pretty much all the time, but especially right now.