She closes her eyes tightly, trying not to let his comment remind her of losing him that first time and all the grief and heartbreak it had wrought upon her. She lets out a ragged cry when he pushes into her, wanting to be closer to him, and she's already scrambling to slide her hands up his chest, a mildly distressed look on her face as she tries to think, but can't, back completely straight as she rocks her hips forward, swiveling a little to adjust, and then rocks again at a slightly new angle.

"Steve," she pleads, brokenly, the desire making her voice low and hoarse. "Put me on my back, kiss me," she demands.