You were in the storeroom of the DX when you felt his hands grab your waist and spin you around to face him.
And before you could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.
You gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes you up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. You needed him bad. You reached down and undid the sinturon of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your sando and throws it across the store room. You pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.
All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.
He looks up at you and grins as he slide them off.
And lets that tongue do the work.