“Definitely not this one,” Steve replies, baring his teeth and holding one hand up like a claw before leaning over to drag his tongue across Maeve’s chin, biting gently at it while making nom nom nom sounds. Laughing, he takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding her still as he licks the chocolate and marshmallow from her skin, only sitting back once it’s all gone.

“There’s a joke to be made about eating out of your honey pot,” Steve tells her, also sounding mellow and a little horny, but that’s sort of his default setting around Maeve anyway. “Sweet, sweet honey.”