[PQ] out of the frying pan

I would fall from grace just to touch your face

Locke is distracting enough that she misses any look that Nate gives her. Not that it matters. Maeve smiles softly each time he trails his fingers across her arm and growls playfully every time he hip checks her, pushing him back just a little bit because she can. However, it seems she's the distracting one despite the fact that Locke is the instigator this go round. Maeve has to bite down her giggles as he fumbles and flails, but they manage to get it done. Not without Locke looking a bit ridiculous in the process. They finish the task and Aurelia is happy to dish out more for them to do.

"Of course, 'Relia." Maeve replies easily, offering her a small smile before she sets off with Locke to retrieve the mattresses from outside. "You get one side and I'll get the other?" She asks Locke, waiting for his confirmation before she tries lifting one end and slowly walking back into the jail to place one mattress into the first cell, repeating the process until the task is done.

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Maeve helps Locke carry the mattresses into each cell that needs one.

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