Maeve
She barely even has a moment to come down from the high. He's pulling away and taking his warmth with him. There is a mess between her thighs and she's left trying to gather the pieces of herself that he scattered apart so carelessly. Maeve swallows thickly, incredibly aware of the fact that this wasn't what she thought. That this was just work. Despite the way things seemed.
Maeve grabs her discarded robe, sitting up and quickly wrapping it around herself as she draws her knees up. She ignores the cold sinking feeling in her gut and instead forces a smile to hide the sting of his quick withdraw from her. "Yeah... Good luck, Locke." Maeve says, swallowing past the tightness in her throat as she forces herself to stand so she can clean up, giving him her back.
What a fool she was. To even think this was more. Of course she would never be more than just a whore. Something to use and throw away. Fuck him for making her think otherwise.
~FIN~
Maeve grabs her discarded robe, sitting up and quickly wrapping it around herself as she draws her knees up. She ignores the cold sinking feeling in her gut and instead forces a smile to hide the sting of his quick withdraw from her. "Yeah... Good luck, Locke." Maeve says, swallowing past the tightness in her throat as she forces herself to stand so she can clean up, giving him her back.
What a fool she was. To even think this was more. Of course she would never be more than just a whore. Something to use and throw away. Fuck him for making her think otherwise.
~FIN~
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
