"Yeah, I've never heard you complaining before," she answers with a smirk, letting Steve move her into place. The tent has a distinct chill in the air, but all the same, Maeve kind of likes it. It prickles her skin, her nipples tightening, and it's refreshing after being tangled up in the sleeping bag while giving Steve head.

"This... might be a bit more difficult than usual," she says, laughing a little as she realizes there's nothing for her to hold onto. No bed frame or wall for support. Just the flimsy walls of the tent and Steve beneath her.