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Maeve absolutely cannot believe she's doing this.

It's very possible she loves Steve. She knows she likes him very much, obviously enough that she's willing to go camping with him when camping doesn't really seem like something she's going to enjoy that much. In Darrow, though, they can't exactly get away and while Maeve is mostly perfectly fine with that, it seems like Steve wants to have some kind of getaway.

She would never consider herself high maintenance, but there's something about sleeping in a tent she finds a little perilous and she isn't even sure why. And Maeve isn't used to feeling uncertain, so she tries not to let it show as she packs up a bag, trying to work out what she's supposed to bring camping. They might only be going for a night, but they'll be sleeping outside. In a tent.

"Steve?" she calls, looking at her bag. He's in the living room, finishing up their supplies, and she has no idea what the hell she's doing. "What do I bring to sleep in? How cold is it going to be?"

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"And you never will," he says with a smirk, because he loves going down on Maeve. He loves how she smells, how she tastes, the sounds she makes when his tongue is on her. It never gets old.

Steve presses a kiss to the inside of her thigh, chuckling a little at her comment and letting his head fall back against the pillow so he can look up at her.

"Then I guess we'll have to see how long you can hold yourself up. My money's on less than a minute," he says smugly, just to watch Maeve get all fiery and defiant. He winks at her and grips her by the hips as he lifts his head, dragging his tongue up between the lips of her cunt, letting out a pleased hum as he presses it eagerly inside of her, nose pressed up alongside of her clit. He can barely breathe, but that's okay. Right now, this is so much better than breathing.

He doesn't even give her a chance to settle, to prepare herself, he just buries his face in her cunt, licking and sucking, and Maeve lets out a startled sounding moan. Her head tips back, her back arched slightly, and she feels blindly for something to hold onto, some way to support herself so she doesn't just suffocate her boyfriend while chasing an orgasm.

In the end, one of her hands falls to his thigh, palm and fingers pressing into his skin to keep herself steady.

"Fuck, Steve," she curses, doing her best not to just press herself against his face. Her legs shake a little, muscles quivering as a fiery lick of pleasure races through her.

Maeve arches herself back and grabs his thigh, moans out his name, and Steve is reminded that they’re sort of in public. Yeah, he chose a spot a little off of the main stretch of campsites, but anyone could still wander by. Someone could hear her moans, or maybe even see her silhouette against the side of the tent.

Maybe Steve shouldn’t find that so hot, but he does. He really does.

He drags his tongue up through the core of her and then over her clit, finding it stiff and a little swollen. She tastes like a little like lake water, very faintly like soap, but mostly she just tastes like Maeve, and Steve laps her her hungrily, flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit before closing his mouth around it to suck at it gently, and then a little harder, just to make her moan even louder.

She’s practically sitting on his face, which is exactly what he wanted even if it means that he can’t quite get his fingers inside of her. He makes up for it by reaching up to grab at her tits, holding them in his hands for a moment before sliding his fingers to her nipples, giving them firm pinches and tugging before dropping one hand down between her legs.

He pulls back enough to take in a breath and then presses his tongue inside of her again, licking eagerly at her as his fingers slide down to rub at her cunt in a way that’s designed to make her come hard, and come fast, because he suddenly so desperately wants to have his cock inside of her.

But this first, because he always wants to make sure that she’s satisfied, and that she’s happy. He wants to take care of her, even though she’s strong enough to do it on her own.

"Fuck."

The sound almost rips out of her, more surprised than anything, at the sudden touch of Steve's fingers. He's so good at this, he's always been so good at this, even right at the start when she didn't know if this was something real or just fucking, like it had been with Jackson before it had gotten strange. But with Steve, it had never felt that way. She'd never once been uncomfortable or felt like she needed to be someone else in order to fit into his life.

That he's been this great at getting her off right from the start is just an added bonus.

"Shit," she breathes. "Holy shit, Steve, just like that, just-"

It isn't going to take much more at all and her words cut off as her breath catches and she presses against him, muscles tensing, trembling, before heat and pleasure suddenly break over her like a wave.

She curses even louder and Steve lets out a pleased hum against her, pressing his tongue into her cunt, and he suddenly feels so proud to be here, to be the one who gets to make Maeve feel like this. She can be quiet and private and closed off, with good reason from what he’s heard, but with Steve she’s like this, open and honest and he has to think it’s because she trusts him. It feels good to be the person to have earned that from her.

When she comes, she rocks forward and presses against Steve’s face so much that he can’t breathe, and her thighs are pressed to his ears so he can’t quite hear, so for a moment his entire existence is narrowed down to her cunt against his face, and he can feel her orgasm against his lips, can feel it running down his chin. It’s incredible, and he licks her through it, circling his cunt with his fingers until she stops twitching.

He urges her up onto her knees and then takes a breath, sliding his head back between her legs so he can get up on his knees behind her. He wipes his mouth with his forearm and then drags his hand down her back before pressing at it, guiding her onto her hands and knees and positioning himself behind her.

“Since we’re outside, might as well do it like animals,” he jokes, surprised to hear how low and rough his voice is. The sight of her on her hands and knees for him is nearly enough to make him dizzy, and he sways forward with his cock in his hand, pressing the head of it to her wet cunt.

“I won’t,” he promises raggedly, because he’ll never fuck her with a condom unless she says it’s okay, but he wants to feel how hot and wet she is for just a moment before putting one on, so he lets his cock slide between the folds of her cunt, groaning softly as he grips at her hip. “I just want to feel you.”

Maeve knows there's a chance of getting pregnant, even from that bit of contact. From any pre-come that's already gathered at the head of his cock, she knows this, but she also knows the chances are very, very slim and it feels good enough that she doesn't even protest.

"Better not," she says with a laugh. She'd gotten pregnant the last time even with a condom. It must have been defective or broken or slipped during sex, she has no idea, but she knows she doesn't want to play the odds again. One abortion is more than enough and Maeve doesn't want to be a mother. Ever.

"God, Steve," she breathes as he drags his cock along her skin, a shudder running through her.

Steve knows that he doesn’t have the sexiest name. No one is crying out oh Steve in any romance novel, but when Maeve says his name, it does sound sexy. Everything she says sounds sexy, but when she says it like this, all breathless and pleading, it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, bringing his hand down against her ass in a light slap, holding onto her as he leans over to grab a condom from his bag. After tearing it open with his teeth, he gets the condom out and rolls it down his cock, hissing a bit at the pressure. Thankfully, he already came, so he’ll be able to make this last.

He takes his cock in hand and positions it at her cunt, teasing the head of it through her folds for a moment before sinking in with one smooth thrust. He lets out a low groan and stays buried inside of her for a long moment, letting them both adjust. After taking a deep breath, he pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her ass like he’s trying to get even deeper.

“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he breathes out, ragged and reverent all at once. “Maeve.”