"Better than sitting out in the cold," she agrees, letting her coat drop, kicking off her boots as Steve lifts her. The dress is tight enough that she had needed to buy proper knickers for it, a lacy little scrap of a thong she'd never wear normally, but it had felt kind of sexy and it had meant none of her underwear was bunching up under the tight fit of the dress. And now it feels almost like she's wearing nothing at all as she gets her legs around Steve's waist.

This is a lot better than sitting outside, but they'd needed to have that conversation. And they'd needed to do it somewhere other than this room. She's not sorry they left, because now the room is still their getaway and not a place where they had this serious talk.

Maeve slips her arms around Steve's shoulders, her fingers gripping him tight as she sinks into the kiss and she rolls her hips, pressing herself against him. He's still dressed, which makes it hotter and so she does it again, the friction of her stupid fancy knickers making her moan.