love is madness and lust is poison

Maeve

There are few things Maeve likes to consider herself good at. Fucking and talking are pretty high on that list. The act of subtlety is as well. That's why she doesn't miss the way Aurealia's eyes dip to her lips. It's also why she lets her teeth sink into the tender flesh of her bottom lip as she takes another step forward, sharing the small space with the other woman. There is less than an arms length between them now and she has to tilt her head back slightly to look up at the smuggler. She's close enough now she can see the barely there flush on her cheeks. So she likes what she sees then? Something Maeve can agree with.

It isn't often she gets women in her bed, but it is always a treat when she does. Especially ones like her. Tall, tan, and a little rough. Still pretty, though. With bright eyes and sharp features. She doesn't let herself get distracted even as the woman's eyes continue to look her over and she flashes a smile that softens her features, but is no less roguish than the rest of her.

"Poison. Quite literally," she huffs a laugh, the sound barely there as it pushes past her lips. Maeve reaches up to tuck a bit of hair behind her ear. "Is that something you can help me with? Surely you understand that a girl like me needs a way to protect herself?"

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives