AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Maeve's touch is seemingly harmless, but there's definitely an edge and Aurelia is currently toeing it. The cigarette is offered back to her and Aurelia pointedly flashes her canines as she bites the filter, taking it back. But that's not the sort of poison she wants anymore. Casually, she discards it, gaze stuck to Maeve's lips the whole time.
Dangerous. This is dangerous. Her mind is churning, but not just with fantasies of Maeve - which are a bit on the dirty side - but fantasies of Milo's reaction to this. If she's honest, she doesn't know how he'd feel about it, and that's what makes this such a real struggle. It's not like she's doing this to hurt him, but it could... and if there's even a chance that it would, then she couldn't.
... Could she?
It's a rush when she feels Maeve's small frame press up against her own, feeling the soft fabrics of her sleeves that push over the chill gathered by ocean air. It's warm, and her lips look soft, and she's staring up at her with sweet expectancy.
Before she can stop, Aurelia reaches up with firm fingers to steady Maeve's jawline upwards. The moment is catching her, and maybe she'll regret this later. Maybe not. But for now... "Just one.. little.. thing," she murmurs in a final answer, gaze fluttering down to her mouth. With nothing left to say, she moves in to press a warm kiss into those tantalizing lips. Her other hand, which had been limp in Maeve's, travels up to tuck in against the small of her back.
Dangerous. This is dangerous. Her mind is churning, but not just with fantasies of Maeve - which are a bit on the dirty side - but fantasies of Milo's reaction to this. If she's honest, she doesn't know how he'd feel about it, and that's what makes this such a real struggle. It's not like she's doing this to hurt him, but it could... and if there's even a chance that it would, then she couldn't.
... Could she?
It's a rush when she feels Maeve's small frame press up against her own, feeling the soft fabrics of her sleeves that push over the chill gathered by ocean air. It's warm, and her lips look soft, and she's staring up at her with sweet expectancy.
Before she can stop, Aurelia reaches up with firm fingers to steady Maeve's jawline upwards. The moment is catching her, and maybe she'll regret this later. Maybe not. But for now... "Just one.. little.. thing," she murmurs in a final answer, gaze fluttering down to her mouth. With nothing left to say, she moves in to press a warm kiss into those tantalizing lips. Her other hand, which had been limp in Maeve's, travels up to tuck in against the small of her back.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
