Maea
The worst of all blessings
He surprised her, this time. Maybe it was because she was so used to enduring all manner of discomforts on her own, but the idea of asking for help with a simple cramp never even occurred to her. That he would offer at all shouldn't have been this startling, but it was. She hesitated, using the excuse of sipping from the waterskin to buy herself time - maybe she really was nervous, after all. To leave her limbs in the care of another, to let go of the ever present need to control the narrative.
"Mmh... sure. The left one." Wiggling the knees of said leg, Maea remained seated and watched Liam through half-lidded eyes to see what he intended to do. A flutter in her gut turned the very innocent offer of a massage into something far more intimate, way beyond the ordinary and safe acts of hugs and hand holding. Even the unremarkable passing of the water to be drank by him turned up the temperature within; his lips connecting where hers had been became significant, a sight she couldn't peel her eyes away from.
"Mmh... sure. The left one." Wiggling the knees of said leg, Maea remained seated and watched Liam through half-lidded eyes to see what he intended to do. A flutter in her gut turned the very innocent offer of a massage into something far more intimate, way beyond the ordinary and safe acts of hugs and hand holding. Even the unremarkable passing of the water to be drank by him turned up the temperature within; his lips connecting where hers had been became significant, a sight she couldn't peel her eyes away from.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
