The sound of approving delight that's ripped from her when Steve maneuvers them into this new position is clear evidence as to how very much she's enjoying the strength in Steve's arms, helping by lifting her knee as far as her hips will allow, parting her lips to encourage a deeper kiss, though one far less graceful than she might have liked to give to Steve.

Fumbling to adjust, she wraps an arm around his neck so that she can play with the hair at the nape of his neck, in turns gentle and teasing and tugging and rough, scratching her nails down his back as if she can mark him and possess him, like anyone else will ever see this but her.

That rampant, quiet jealous streak in her demands that no one else sees them, but she'll mark him up all the same. "Steve," she gasps, when he pushes into her just so and it sends a staggeringly wonderful feeling through her. "Harder," she pleads.