A/N: Hey guys! I want to start by saying how much I appreciate the love and support you've shown this story, it means the absolute world to me! I know I promised not to disappear but inspiration has been hard to find. I kind of have an idea of where the next few chapters are going to lead Otis and Maeve so hopefully if time and life permit, updates will be more frequent. I hope you guys are well and being kind to yourselves x Hope you like this chapter!

Things between Otis and Maeve were a lot better. They had gone back to prioritising spending time together over everything else. They'd been spending every free minute they had together and things finally felt like they were getting back to normal.

Both Maeve and Otis had a meeting for their presentations but decided to hang out at Otis' place right after. Otis had gotten done first and headed home to wait for Maeve there.

"Hey, how was your meeting?" Otis asked, opening the door for Maeve and greeting her with a question and a kiss.

"Boring as all hell, yours?" Maeve asked, walking in.

"Pretty much the same. How was Isaac?" Otis asked.

Maeve took a second to answer the question. Even though Otis and she had gotten a lot better at communicating when it came to Isaac, it was still a touchy subject.

"He spent the session staring at me. He then tried talking to me at the end of it." Maeve said, deciding to be honest.

"What did he say?" Otis asked.

"Just the same old speech about how he wanted to talk to me and didn't want to leave things on this note." Maeve said.

"And what did you say?" Otis asked, trying to appear as neutral as possible on the topic.

"I told him to fuck off and left." Maeve said.

"That's my girl!" Otis said, the excitement clearly etched on his face.

Maeve smiled her signature Otis smile, her heart swelling at Otis calling her his girl. They'd been together for a bit now but Maeve knew she would never tire of hearing the words.

"Let me make you a sandwich." Otis said, pulling Maeve into the kitchen.

"That's really sweet but you don't have to." Maeve said, letting Otis lead her.

"I do, I can tell you're very hungry and you've had a long meeting. I'll make you a ham sandwich, is that okay?" Otis asked.

"Umm hmm.." Maeve said, pulling in Otis for a quick kiss.

Things had been progressing quite well between Otis and Maeve but they hadn't had sex yet. Every time they got close to taking the next step, it would feel like one of them pulled away but they never talked about it. Maybe because both of them were afraid of finding out why the other always stopped things before they went all the way.

Maeve decided to push all her doubts aside and focus on her sandwich.

"Do you like it?" Otis asked nervously as he took a seat next to Maeve at the table.

"I love it, thank you for making it for me." Maeve said.

Otis just smiled, happy to see Maeve seemingly content with her sandwich.

Maeve really was hungrier than she had realised and basically inhaled her sandwich.

"You have some mustard at on your face." Otis said, pointing at the drop of mustard next to Maeve's lip.

"Is it gone?" Maeve asked, touching the wrong side of her mouth.

"Nah other side." Otis said.

"Now?" Maeve asked, still not getting the mustard.

Otis reached across the table to wipe the mustard off himself. What was supposed to just be a moment of Otis being annoyed at Maeve turned into something charged with an undeniable amount of sexual tension. Before either of them realised, they were stumbling into Otis' room.

Maeve decided to take charge of the situation, pushing Otis onto his bed. Otis really had no idea what to do except to look up at Maeve in complete awe. It was still hard for him to believe any of this was happening. Otis didn't have much time to reflect on that though, because before he knew it Maeve's lips were on his, kissing him with the kind of passion she never had before.

Both of them knew this was different than all the times they had gotten physical, it was like something had taken over them and they had finally gotten tired of waiting. Maeve straddled Otis and looked into his eyes, trying to search them for any sense of doubt but all she could find was an immense amount of adoration and nervousness.

Maeve knew she would have to take the lead in this situation and began pulling her top off. Just as she threw her top off of Otis' bed, she was interrupted by the sound of the door being swung open.

"Otis darling!" Jean said, absentmindedly walking into the room.

"Mom!" Otis screamed, covering his chest.

Jean just stood there for a second trying to understand what the fuck was going on.

"Mom!" Otis shouted again.

"Oh yeah, I'm so sorry!" Jean said, rushing out the door.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" Maeve said, getting off Otis and sitting down next to him.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know why my mom doesn't understand the concept of knocking." Otis said, still in shock.

"I can't believe that just happened. The first time your mom meets me was I'm half naked and straddling her son. Fuck my life." Maeve said.

"Oh yeah that reminds me, she wants us to have dinner together this Saturday." Otis said.

Maeve shot Otis the dirtiest look she could muster.

"Look I'm sorry okay! I get that this isn't the best time but I've been meaning to tell you and this felt like a good enough Segway." Otis said.

"Otis…" Maeve said, the anger evident in his voice.

"This isn't that bad, okay? I mean is it embarrassing, yes! Does it make me want to move to a remote island? Yes. But my mom is a sex therapist, she honestly doesn't get bothered by this kind of stuff. She's probably going to block this out like you and I will." Otis said.

"Yeah well, I'm bothered by this and it's weird that you aren't." Maeve said.

"Of course I am! But I'm trying to be reassuring here." Otis said.

"You can't be reassuring in a situation like this, Otis. This is a nightmare. I thought me running out while meeting Jackson's parents was the worst way of meeting your boyfriend's parents for the first time but I'm clearly the gift that keeps on giving." Maeve said.

"Look, this is a mess. And basically my worst nightmare but she's going to love you. We can fix this on Saturday." Otis said.

"How will we fix this on Saturday? I'm not even sure I'll be able to look her in the eye." Maeve said.

"Of course you'll be able to and besides, I'm the one she's going to direct all her ridiculously inappropriate questions at, so you have nothing to worry about." Otis said.

"No she won't. You're her little boy and she's going to see me as the leather jacket wearing bad girl that's trying to corrupt her innocent baby boy." Maeve said.

Otis visibly cringed at Maeve's words. There was something very unsettling about everything she had just said.

"Okay, I get that was bad but I'm panicking, okay?" Maeve asked.

"Everything is fine, I promise. Let's just go down and clear it up with her." Otis said.

"Do we have to?" Maeve asked.

"Yes because the alternative is her thinking we're having sex even though she walked in on us." Otis said.

"Yeah okay we're going." Maeve said.

Maeve and Otis' walk down to the kitchen was literally the slowest walk in the history of the world.

"Mom?" Otis asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh um.. hi darling, I'm so sorry about that." Jean said.

"It's okay. I want to officially introduce you to my girlfriend, Maeve." Otis said.

"Hi Mrs. Milburn. I'm sorry about earlier.." Maeve said, extending her hand.

"You have nothing to be sorry about and call me Jean." Jean said, shaking maeve's hand

Maeve smiled awkward, relieved by how nice Jean was being about the whole situation.

"I hope you know that I'm not upset or anything. I want you both to know that it's completely normal for people your age to explore physical intimacy, it's healthy even." Jean said, not being able to stop herself.

"Mom!" Otis shouted, feeling like his ears were bleeding.

Maeve made it a point to look anywhere except at Jean. She had been in her share of awkward situations but this was by far the weirdest.

"I don't mean anything bad by that, I just want you to know that I understand and there's not judgment form me." Jean said, awkwardly.

Otis just nodded in response all the while wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"I don't know if Otis told you but I would love to have dinner with you Maeve. You're clearly very important to Otis and I would like to get to know you better." Jean said.

"He did mention it, I would love to. Thanks for inviting me, Mrs. Milburn. I mean Jean!" Maeve said, starting to feel a little more comfortable.

"Perfect, I'll see you Saturday then. I'm going to let you two have some time to yourself. It was lovely meeting you, Maeve!" Jean said, walking out of the kitchen.

"You too, Jean." Maeve awkwardly called out after her.

"Well, that's definitely a moment I'm suppressing and blocking out for forever." Otis said.

Maeve couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go for a walk or something, I need some air." Maeve said, grabbing Otis' hand.

"That sounds good, we could ice cream." Otis said, his eyes lighting up as he said the words.

Maeve felt her heart race a little seeing Otis look so happy. She looked around to make sure there was no sign of Jean and pulled him in for a quick kiss. A part of her was worried about why she and Otis could never take their relationship to the next step, why there was always something in their way. She loved him, she knew that for sure. But the thought that Otis might not want her the way she wanted him was beginning to scare the shit out of Maeve.