Maeve
She giggles against his skin, a proud smirk curling onto her lips as she works to regain her breath and slow her racing heart. "Anytime." Maeve murmurs, leaving him with one last nip to his skin before she lets herself rest. He seems content now that he's sprawled out in his chair, willing to let her stay close. He doesn't stay still for too long, eventually reaching around her petite form to dig around in his drawer. Sunjata produces some post sex delights, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth and Maeve lazily watches as he works.
It isn't until the matches appear that she moves, plucking a match from the box and igniting it. Carefully she brings it to the end of the cigarette, lighting it for him before shaking out the match and tossing it onto the ashtray. "Water first." Maeve confirms, watching as the smoke curls from the end of the cigarette before it dissipates in the air around them. "Then we can share a bit of rum." Might as well. They've been sharing everything else with each other tonight.
It isn't until the matches appear that she moves, plucking a match from the box and igniting it. Carefully she brings it to the end of the cigarette, lighting it for him before shaking out the match and tossing it onto the ashtray. "Water first." Maeve confirms, watching as the smoke curls from the end of the cigarette before it dissipates in the air around them. "Then we can share a bit of rum." Might as well. They've been sharing everything else with each other tonight.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
