Maeve
The reminder makes her pout even as the wink stirs something in her chest. A spark of heat that makes her stomach twists and she sighs, but still doesn't release him. Not yet. Such a shame. "You really aren't being fair to me, you know. Denying me your company and now your shirt." Another heavy sigh and she lifts a hand to his side, sliding over his hip as she tilts her face up towards his. "How am I meant to remember you without some little memento, hm?" Her voice dips into something sweeter. Warmer. Enticing.
He's not staying tonight, no, but there is no reason she can't have a little bit of fun. Remind him what he's missing out on. It's her job, after all. Keep them coming back for more. Make them miss her. Jack will miss her, she thinks. At least, she likes to think so. What's the point of having so many callers if they don't miss her at least a little bit.
He's not staying tonight, no, but there is no reason she can't have a little bit of fun. Remind him what he's missing out on. It's her job, after all. Keep them coming back for more. Make them miss her. Jack will miss her, she thinks. At least, she likes to think so. What's the point of having so many callers if they don't miss her at least a little bit.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
