"On the back," she says, laughing as she squirms under Steve's weight, turning over onto her stomach beneath him so he can properly reach the zipper on her dress. It's partly that she wants to make it easier for him and partly because she likes this, feeling his weight pressed against her from behind. It's undeniably hot.
The conversation earlier in the night had been awkward. Maeve isn't good at this sort of thing, being someone's girlfriend, having proper talks, acknowledging her feelings. She's still sort of worried she's going to fuck it all up and she really doesn't want that, so she's got to try. She has to make the effort, even when she doesn't know what that effort should be.
But right now, Steve's right. It's time for them to be naked.
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The conversation earlier in the night had been awkward. Maeve isn't good at this sort of thing, being someone's girlfriend, having proper talks, acknowledging her feelings. She's still sort of worried she's going to fuck it all up and she really doesn't want that, so she's got to try. She has to make the effort, even when she doesn't know what that effort should be.
But right now, Steve's right. It's time for them to be naked.