[for maeve, early september]

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Steve knows that not telling Maeve that he's starting classes at the community college is a calculated risk, but he had his reasons, and he thinks that those reasons were worth it, even if she does end up being mad at him. Maybe she won't, maybe she'll understand. He thinks she will, but he also just assumes that he's gonna screw something up.

He hadn't wanted to overwhelm himself right off the bat, and he still has his job at Phoenix to consider, so he signed up for two classes. Now that he's gone to them both and hasn't decided that he's going to quit in shame, he decides that it's time to tell the girl that he's been keeping it from.

On the way to Maeve's place, he stops to get her favorite cookie from a bakery she likes, and then makes another stop to get her coffee. It's not unusual for Steve to bring her treats, which he usually does just because he wants to make her smile, but this time he definitely wants to butter her up a bit.

Thankfully she's home alone, which Steve knows because her roommate was sucking face on the couch with his roommate when he left. Sometimes he thinks that he should bring up the idea of Steve and Rue just switching, but now it feels a little too soon after the Baby Incident.

Once he's outside her door, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head back for a minute, staring at the ceiling like he's saying a silent prayer, and then rolls his shoulders before reaching out to knock on the door.

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“Shit,” she says again. “Shit, Steve, shit… oh my god.”

It’s overwhelming, the way Steve’s mouth is on her, all over her, his fingers inside of her, his tongue inside of her. She can feel him under her thigh, his arm across her hips, she wants to cling to him, to ride his mouth and his fingertips.

She thinks she had a fairly good idea what he wants, too. She wants it. She wants Steve to feel good and she wants to try. They’ve talked about it and now he has two fingers inside of her and she can’t imagine there will be a better time.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, lifting her head to look down at him. “In my arse?”

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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.

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At the question, she shakes her head, and honestly, with the way she feels right now, she knows she might just agree to whatever Steve asked. But he has his head on straight, at the very least, and he's being thoughtful. He's taking care of her, as he always does.

"No, it's okay," she says, getting one elbow under her body and pushing up a little. "Lots of lube, but... it's okay. We don't need a condom."

She trusts him. Trusting him opens up an entirely new set of possibilities between them and there are times when it scares Maeve a little. But right now, she's too lost in the pleasure, in wanting him.

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"Fuck, okay," Steve pants out, staring at her wide-eyed and eager as she props herself up on her elbow. He cups her face in his dry hand and kisses her again, touching his forehead to hers for a moment as he catches his breath. He can't get so excited that this is over before it even starts.

"I'll go slow, and if you don't like it, you tell me," Steve says to her, kissing her cheek and then her mouth again before sitting up. "And we'll stop, okay?"

He sits up and swallows hard as he grabs an extra pillow and urges her to lift her hips so he can slide it under her. He feels nervous in a way that he hasn't since he was fourteen, almost giddy, and he leans in to kiss her again because she's the only one who could make him feel like this. He loves her so much.

After grabbing the lube, he gets up on his knees between her spread thighs and squirts lube into his palm. It's probably too much, but he doesn't care. If he hurt Maeve, even accidentally, he'd probably try to throw himself out the window, so he can deal with the mess. He slicks his cock and then rubs the excess against her hole, then grips and positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole.

"Fuck," he breathes out, chuckling breathlessly and then looking up at her face. "You ready?"

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Maeve is nervous, although not in a way that makes her hesitate, not even for a moment. It's an anticipatory sort of nervousness, the kind that makes her hands shake a little as she lays them on Steve's arms.

He's so good with her. Gentle. That's no different than he always is and Maeve isn't surprise at all. He's the right choice. Everything he does makes her feel more and more certain of it with every passing day.

When he asks, she nods. Her fingers curl around his forearms and she smiles up at him, her lower lip between her teeth. "I'm ready," she answers. "You're doing brilliantly."

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Brilliantly, she says, and Steve smiles down at her with open adoration. God, he loves her in so many different ways, for so many different things. Maeve letting him do this is hot, obviously, but it also means that she trusts him, and Steve knows how hard-won such trust is from someone like Maeve, who has been hurt so many times.

He moves slowly, nudging forward with tiny presses of his hips. She's impossibly tight and Steve has to bite his lip, grunting at the pressure around his cock. It seems to take forever, but eventually Steve bottoms out, grinding his hips against her ass as he shifts his weight onto one elbow so he can reach between them and rub slow circles around her cunt.

"Fuck, Maeve. You feel so good," he pants out, staring down at her face and flicking his hair out of his eyes. His thighs are shaking as he fights against the urge to start thrusting, instead staying still inside her body. "Tell me when you're ready."

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It feels a bit odd, if she's honest. There's a bit of pain here and there, but Steve is careful and they've used plenty of lubricant, so mostly it doesn't hurt, it just feels a bit strange. Like she's doing something her body doesn't think it ought to be doing, going in when that usually isn't what happens there.

But it's not without pleasure. Even that sense of it being not quite right makes it feel good. Bit by bit, she relaxes around Steve and then she nods, a little breathless, a little nervous.

"Alright," she tells him. "But go slow at first."

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"I will," Steve assures her, nodding as she does. His hair spills over his forehead and he flicks it away, breathing in as he carefully pulls back and then sinks in again with a slow exhale that turns into a stuttering moan. It feels similar enough but so, so tight, and Steve ducks his head to press his face into her neck, panting against her skin as he rubs slow circles around her clit.

His fingertips slide down over her cunt and up again, but he doesn't press them into her. That might be too much stimulation, so he'll wait and see if she asks for it. For now, he just keeps up a slow, steady rhythm, grunting under his breath at the vice-like grip of her body, molten hot around his bare cock.

"This isn't gonna take too long," he rasps out, chuckling under his breath and turning to press messy kisses to her jaw, panting against her skin as he sinks in deep. "God, you're just-- you're the fucking best."

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Maeve laughs, too, a bit breathless, then she reaches down for his wrist, trying to guide his fingers inside of her. He's touching her, but she wants more. The sensation of being filled isn't there like it usually is, an entirely different feeling taking its place, and she finds she misses it.

"You like it?" she asks, her voice hoarse, breathless. She's got a fairly good idea he's enjoying every second of this, but she wants to hear him say it. She likes hearing him say it.

"Put your fingers in me," she breathes, arching toward him. "Please."

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"Yeah, I do. As long as you do," Steve pants out, and maybe it sounds like a line, but he means it. If she didn't like it, there would be no appeal in it for him. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. "But you feel really fucking good, Maeve, God."

Please, she says in a breathy, pleading voice, and Steve's hips stutter as he groans, nodding as he presses a kiss to her mouth. Carefully, he eases two fingers inside of her cunt, pulling back a little to look at her face, looking almost awed when he realizes that he can feel his cock inside of her.

"How's this feel?" Steve asks, genuinely curious as he rolls his hips, fucking her with his cock and his fingers in tandem, searching out her g-spot and pressing in hard. "Fuck, this is so hot."

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"Oh fuck," she gasps and that should be enough of an answer for Steve. Her whole body feels drawn tight, her muscles burning with heat in a way she's never experienced before. Sex with Steve is always pretty amazing, but there's something about this that's next level. It's not necessarily better, it's just different.

"You're everywhere," she says, because that's how it feels. Those are the only words she can find to describe it, the sensation of Steve being inside of her from multiple points.

Already her body is riding the wave of her orgasm, not quite there, not yet, but so close.

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"Fuck," Steve echoes, staring down at Maeve. A bead of sweat rolls down his nose, wobbling at the tip of it for a moment before falling to land on Maeve's shoulder. This is so intense-- not just the pleasure of being inside of her like this, but also at the trust she obviously has in him. It means so much to him, and really drives the point home that sex is so much better when feelings are involved.

He would have laughed if someone had told him that a few years ago, but he knows better now.

"You look so fucking good," Steve tells her, watching as her tits heave with each deep breath. He moves a little faster, still careful, keeping his fingertips pressed against her g-spot as his cock moves in and out of her. "I wonder how many times I can make you come. Fuck, babe, I wanna wear you out."