Maeve
He graces her with another smile and she easily returns it, the alcohol warming her up just as much as his embrace is. "Blackberries are yummy. I like strawberries." She supplies in return because it just seems fair. He's telling her things so she's going to tell him things. That's how this works right? Maeve's pretty sure that's how it works. "Purple's mine.. Which might be surprising 'cause I wear a lot of black." Maeve giggles, recalling when he said as much. 'I've never seen you outside of black.' Not true, Jata! She wears other things. She likes colors! Fuck, the whiskey was hitting hard and she stifles a giggle as her own thoughts wander. Then he mentions books and her eyes light up with delight, "Oh! I love books. A lot. Like a lot a lot." She does giggle this time and if she wasn't so tipsy then she might be embarrassed, but she is incredibly tipsy.
Maeve hums, nuzzling against his throat, lips pressing little kisses there because he's so warm and she likes him so much. "Guess it's good my eyes still work." She mumbles mostly to herself, words muffled against his skin as she nuzzles there while he sets down the bottle. Maeve draws in a deep breath per his instructions, only feeling mild discomfort at being moved, but it fades quickly as he places her gently back on the couch. She melts here too, still curled up as she leans against the arm of the couch, watching with hazy eyes as he flits back and forth gathering up all the comfort items he has stashed in this one room.
Maeve hums, nuzzling against his throat, lips pressing little kisses there because he's so warm and she likes him so much. "Guess it's good my eyes still work." She mumbles mostly to herself, words muffled against his skin as she nuzzles there while he sets down the bottle. Maeve draws in a deep breath per his instructions, only feeling mild discomfort at being moved, but it fades quickly as he places her gently back on the couch. She melts here too, still curled up as she leans against the arm of the couch, watching with hazy eyes as he flits back and forth gathering up all the comfort items he has stashed in this one room.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
