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Nothing much changes, at least not at first, and she packs up her things with ease. The volunteers at the Home are nice enough that they make sure she gets to her new place and doesn't have to pay for a cab, and when she's dropped off, the old guy who's brought her -- Marcus, she thinks, she hadn't really bothered learning names -- leans out and asks if she needs help up.

"I've got it," she says, grabbing her bag and then the one box of things she's managed to collect. "Thanks."

He nods, then pauses before pulling away. "If you need any help, duck, you know where to find us."

Maeve is a bit taken aback, mostly by the sincere kindness in his voice, and she chews on her ragged thumbnail while murmuring a thanks, then heads for the door of her new building.

It's not amazing. She can't afford amazing, even with a roommate joining her soon, but it's close to Barton and it's clean and the bedroom she'd picked for hers has huge windows that let in as much natural light as she could ever hope for. Maybe it's not that big house she dreamed she'd have one day, but it's a start.

The boxes with her new furniture arrive just as she realizes she doesn't have any food. Or worse, no tea. She's got a kettle, at least, but nothing to put in the water when it boils, though she's distracted from that problem by the sudden arrival of many, many boxes. All of them containing something she's going to have to put together. The sofa, the stand for a TV, whenever they can afford one. Two bookshelves, a kitchen table and a set of chairs. Her bed. The mattress is propped up against the wall in her room and she figures the frame is probably the best place to start.

"Bloody hell," she mutters, standing in the midst of them all, just as the kettle starts to shriek from the kitchen.

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God, it's so hot, the hand he puts between her breasts and when she's finally relaxed again, when he's asking if this is okay, she laughs and grabs for his shoulders so she can drag him closer.

"Come on," she says, urging him on by wrapping one of her legs over his hip. She digs her heel lightly into his ass, grinning up at him. "Fuck me."

If they had to wait for her to turn eighteen, they're not waiting any longer. Not after all this. She feels so good, her muscles loose and relaxed, her body warm, still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm and she wants another. She wants him inside her. It isn't just about getting fucked either, she realizes. It's Steve she wants, not anyone else.

The answer makes him grin, and he leans down to kiss her, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit before sliding it down, nudging it against her entrance before rolling his hips to press inside of her. She's tight and hot and perfect and Steve groans against her mouth, pulling back to watch her face as he bottoms out, rocking against her as he moves his hand to curl it around her thigh.

"You feel amazing," Steve tells her, sliding his hand up to her hip and gripping her tightly as he digs his knees into the mattress and starts to fuck her with deep, rolling thrusts. He wanted to go slower but it feels like both of them have wanted this for so long, and now he can't seem to make himself hold back.

His gaze roams across her face, watching the shift of her expressions until her eyes widen enough for him to know that he's found a good angle. He keeps that angle, fucking into her as he gives her another kiss, more of a messy meeting of mouths than anything. "Fuck, Maeve."

Despite what everyone at Moordale thought of her, Maeve hasn't had a lot of sex. It's really only been Jackson, because he had been smart enough, at least for a time, to keep his mouth shut about everything they did. Smart enough not to make her seem like more of a slut than the school had already decided she was. Until, of course, he'd gone and fallen for her, but Maeve's not thinking about that now.

She's thinking about how, comparatively, Steve knows what he's doing in ways Jackson hadn't. He'd claimed to have been with loads of girls, but the more time she spends with Steve, the more Maeve thinks that might be a bunch of bullshit. That or none of the girls had realized he wasn't exactly that special either.

Steve is paying attention to her. She keeps her knees pressed to his sides, one leg around him, and she can tell he's watching her, waiting for the right angle and when he finds it, she lets him know. With a groan, she presses into the messy kiss and slides one hand between their bodies, finding her clit with her fingers.

"Fuck," she exhales into his mouth. "Like that. Jesus fuck, Steve."

The way that she says his name sends a shiver of pleasure through her, and he grins into the kiss as he drops down to one elbow to bring their bodies closer together. Her perfect tits press against his chest and her hand stays trapped between their bodies, and Steve lets out a groan against her jaw as he thrusts into her, pulling out nearly all of the way before sinking back into her, over and over.

He considers knocking her hand away so that he can rub at her clit himself, but the angle would be weird and she could probably do a better job of it, so Steve focuses on hitting that same spot with each roll of his hips. His free hand slides up her side, over her hip and along the dip of her waist, up over her ribs until he can cup her breast and pinch her nipple, rubbing his thumb over the tight peak of it as he gives her another kiss.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last much longer," Steve admits with a low chuckle, letting his mouth glide along her jaw so he can kiss her neck. He has pretty good stamina for his age, he thinks, but she feels so good, even better than he imagined. "I've wanted this for too long. Fuck, Maeve, you feel good."

Just hearing that, hearing he won't last much longer, hearing he wants her, has wanted her, it sets another rolling wave of pleasure through her. Her fingers are perfect and his dick is perfect and Maeve cries out as she comes again, her muscles clenching around Steve, making him feel even bigger inside of her.

"Shit, Steve," she pants. She wants him to come, she wants to see his face, see the way he looks when he does. Then she wants to rest for a little while, then climb on top of him and ride him until he comes again.

She slides her other hand down his back, over his ass, dragging him closer, deeper inside of her with each thrust.

Maeve comes around him again, going tighter and wetter around him, and Steve watches her face, groaning roughly as she pulls him in tighter. He doesn't need much more encouragement than that, and all he has in him is a few more erratic thrusts before he grinds his hips forward, burying himself inside of her as he comes with a moan of her name, spilling into the condom.

He drops to his elbows and buries his face in her neck for a long moment, kissing messily at her jaw before lifting his head to kiss her on the mouth. He tucks one arm underneath of her and manages to roll them over with his cock still inside of her, so that he's on his back against the mattress and she's splayed on top of them.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he breathes out, grinning up at her as she reaches up to brush her hair back from her face.

For a minute she can't really speak, especially once Steve shifts them and she's lying on top of him as she tries to catch her breath. She pulls back a little when he brushes her hair out of her face and then grins at him.

"Yeah, that was pretty spectacular," she agrees with a breathless laugh, then turns her face to the side, pressing her cheek against his chest.

Eventually she really will have to get all her shit together, unpack some boxes, build the furniture, but this was definitely a much better way to start her time in this flat.

"Hell of a way to christen your new place," Steve says with a laugh, letting one arm fall out to the side as he puts the other on Maeve's shoulder, tracing the curve of bone before sliding his hand down her back to her ass, gripping one cheek lazily.

His fingers dip down between her legs, touching her where her cunt is still stretched around his cock, and it gives a valiant twitch inside of her before slipping out. He curls the tips of two fingers inside of her just to feel her, wet and hot and absolutely perfect.

He shifts her up a little so that he can reach down between her legs and take care of the condom before it gets gross, tying it off and dropping it to the side to be dealt with later. Then, his head falls back to the pillow and he smiles at her, wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close to him.

"I immediately want to do it again," he admits, laughing as he leans up to kiss her chin. "I want to give you so many orgasms," he tells her, punctuating the statement with a kiss to the corner of her mouth, and then her jaw. "And if I also get to come, then hey, that's awesome, too."