As the group passes by, Steve gives them a lazy salute and takes another sip of his beer before wedging it upright into some gravel. He steps out of his sneakers and undresses down to his black boxer briefs, laughing a little when he turns to see Maeve standing there in her own black underwear.

"Look at us, matchy matchy," he teases, sauntering over to her as he looks her over, putting his hands on his hips as he leans down to give her a lingering kiss on the mouth. He keeps one hand on the curve of her hip and slides the other slowly up her back, dragging his fingertips along the line of her spine until they slide under the band of her bra, lifting to tug at the hooks a little.

"Can I?" He asks quietly against her ear, glancing around the space before pulling back to look at her with a bit of a heated gaze, coaxing her with his eyes as he bites his bottom lip.