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[Steve leans in, kissing her back enthusiastically. He might be needing this more than he's letting on, but he's happy for attentions, for her wanting this as much as he does. He knows they aren't the closest, but he can sink into this fairly easily, a hand coming up and into her hair to tug he a little closer to him.

He hums into the kiss, pressing himself close to her. He can feel the strain in his jeans already. Sara just has that sort of affect on him.]

[ There are times this city chews you up and spits you out, and all you’ve got left is to sink into someone nearby - someone who understands the need for ease, for simplicity, for something to take your mind off all that’s come before.

They might not know each other all that well, might not spend a ton of time together, but it’s always been easy with Steve. Fun. And if that’s all they both need right now, then so be it.

She starts to pull his shirt up his stomach as she deepens, the kiss, letting her hips grind gently against his, her lips skimming down his jaw, his neck, pausing only to pull his shirt up and off. ]

[Steve leans back into the couch, letting her move as she wants. This he can do easily enough with her. It feels good, and he knows that she knows what she's doing. He genuinely likes that about her. It's a sort of mutual understanding between them, and it works well.

Plus he might like the fact that she can totally kick his ass at any moment. But that might be a kink of his he's only discovered here in the city.

Lifting his arms up, he lets her take the shirt off. His own hands move to her sides, leaning into the way her mouth is already traveling over his warm skin.]

[ There’s something comforting in the ease of what they have together. The familiarity, the utter lack of formality. She peels his shirt off and tosses it away, skimming her lips down his neck, his collarbone, working to open up his jeans. ]

[He groans when her mouth starts to move down his body, hands going to her hips and holding sharply there. He's getting harder in his jeans, and he rolls his own hips against her lap, letting her feel what she's doing to him.]

Fuck, I want to be in you, [He admitted with another groan.]

[ She grins against his skin, teeth nipping playfully at the nape of his neck as she slips her hand into the front of his jeans. Massaging him gently through his underwear, she hums a laugh and cranes her neck to suck on his earlobe. ]

Oh, I think that can be arranged…

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