Maeve
She snorts, shaking her head, "Sure you don't. No clue how lip stick and eye liner got smudged. Nevermind how you got lipstick on your lips. No clue at all." Maeve quips as she looks him over, finding the evidence of her kisses all over his skin. She can faintly make out the marks she left on his neck and she knows there are similar ones covering her own body. They'll bloom just like the bruises her left will bloom across her skin too. Another thing she doesn't mind terribly. It's easy to fall back into that banter, an easy shift into something more comfortable and relaxed. They lounge together, skin against skin as they share drinks and cigarettes.
Maeve takes another sip of the rum as he presses the glass back into her hand. She scoffs, dropping the glass to rest against her thigh, the crystal cool against her heated skin. "It is a terrible casualty, you beast." The Madame tries hard not to smile, but it fails and her lips tug up at the corners as she shakes her head at him. A hum pushes past her lips at the question, "I do have more, but those were my favorite." Her brow arches and she huffs a laugh, "You don't really think I only wear black, do you? I do have other colors. I just tend to prefer black. It looks good with my skin." Maeve shrugs, wrinkling her nose as she takes the cigarette back from him to draw another lungful of smoke.
"Definitely look forward to the walk home without underwear." She drawls, exhaling a slow stream as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes.
Maeve takes another sip of the rum as he presses the glass back into her hand. She scoffs, dropping the glass to rest against her thigh, the crystal cool against her heated skin. "It is a terrible casualty, you beast." The Madame tries hard not to smile, but it fails and her lips tug up at the corners as she shakes her head at him. A hum pushes past her lips at the question, "I do have more, but those were my favorite." Her brow arches and she huffs a laugh, "You don't really think I only wear black, do you? I do have other colors. I just tend to prefer black. It looks good with my skin." Maeve shrugs, wrinkling her nose as she takes the cigarette back from him to draw another lungful of smoke.
"Definitely look forward to the walk home without underwear." She drawls, exhaling a slow stream as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
