Maeve doesn't really do anything for anyone, but that's not really the sort of thing that's going to make this night better and that's all she wants. Besides, maybe she sort of had bought the stupid knickers for Steve. She'd bought the dress with the idea of impressing him, even though she knows he likes her just as much in her shorts and tights and combat boots. So if she'd bought the dress for him -- at least a little bit for him -- then maybe she did buy the underwear for him, too.

She'd known he would see them, after all. And she'd known he would like them.

"Fuck," she says on an exhale, leaning her head back against the door, holding tight to Steve's shoulders. She was going to answer his question, but then his fingers sink into her and her muscles tighten around him with a moan. Holding one of his shoulders, she pushes her hand down between their bodies, reaching for his belt, pulling it open so she can get his pants open as quickly as possible. "Yeah, right here."