Maeve
When his eyes slide over her, she knows he's thinking about it. Can feel it in her gut and between her thighs, but she ignores that part. Not when there isn't any sense in lingering on it. Maeve smiles, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she regards the captain, giving him one final look over and tucking away the vision of him for later. "A girl can dream," she sighs, straightening her shoulders.
"Of course. Don't let me keep you as much as I might wish to. May you have fair winds and following seas, Jack." Maeve murmurs, giving him one last smile for the road.
"Of course. Don't let me keep you as much as I might wish to. May you have fair winds and following seas, Jack." Maeve murmurs, giving him one last smile for the road.
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
