When Maeve comes, Steve feels triumphant. He's never had that much trouble getting girls off, probably because he genuinely enjoys putting in the effort, but he feels especially proud with Maeve. She comes so beautifully, and she deserves to be treated right. She deserves all the pleasure in the world.

"Steve, actually," he jokes once he pulls away, turning to nip playfully at the inside of her thigh as he eases his fingers out of her, wiping them on the corner of the bed before shifting so he can stand up and fall on top of her, catching himself on his elbows before he can land on her.

"Where's the zipper on this thing?" He murmurs, leaning in to kiss her as he tucks his hands under her back to try and find the clasp of her dress. "It's time for us to be naked now."