Maeve
"That's rude... Don't need to be snarky." Maeve mutters against his skin, nuzzling against his pulse that's starting to flutter beneath her attentions. He's not going to let her do much. She already knows. He's been insistent on her resting, making sure that she doesn't push herself, but here she is, pushing. Maeve's lips find that patch of skin again, pressing kisses there as she breathes in his scent with a deep breath that doesn't hurt as her ribs expand to accommodate it. His voice rumbles against her lips and they curl into a smirk, "Hmmm? What was that, beastie?" She asks sweetly, voice dipping into something more playful even as the alcohol coats her words. It isn't as smooth as it would normally be, but the intention is there.
"Voulez-vous que je m'arrête? Je ne pense pas que vous le faites..." Maeve murmurs as his chin lifts to expose more of his throat to her and his arms wrap around her, drawing her closer. He doesn't squeeze. He's careful to keep his grip loose enough that he doesn't press on her injuries, but it doesn't stop him from keeping her from going to far. Her fingers continue their journey across his skin, tracing over scars and muscle as she kisses at his throat, trailing up to his ear. Gently she nips at the lobe, making sure not to catch his earing between her teeth. "Tu sais déjà que je peux te faire du bien. Faites-vous gémir mon nom. Dommage que je ne puisse pas faire grand chose de plus, n'est-ce pas?" She coos against his ear, breath warm as it washes over his skin and she manages to shift herself slightly so she's half laying on him. His thigh slotted between hers as her free hand teases along his waistband, threatening to dip beneath the fabric there.
"Veux-tu au moins m'embrasser? Je veux goûter tes lèvres encore quelques fois avant de partir." Because she is going to night. Likely as soon as she falls asleep Remi will come whisk her away, but she just wants to linger here for a little while longer.
"Voulez-vous que je m'arrête? Je ne pense pas que vous le faites..." Maeve murmurs as his chin lifts to expose more of his throat to her and his arms wrap around her, drawing her closer. He doesn't squeeze. He's careful to keep his grip loose enough that he doesn't press on her injuries, but it doesn't stop him from keeping her from going to far. Her fingers continue their journey across his skin, tracing over scars and muscle as she kisses at his throat, trailing up to his ear. Gently she nips at the lobe, making sure not to catch his earing between her teeth. "Tu sais déjà que je peux te faire du bien. Faites-vous gémir mon nom. Dommage que je ne puisse pas faire grand chose de plus, n'est-ce pas?" She coos against his ear, breath warm as it washes over his skin and she manages to shift herself slightly so she's half laying on him. His thigh slotted between hers as her free hand teases along his waistband, threatening to dip beneath the fabric there.
"Veux-tu au moins m'embrasser? Je veux goûter tes lèvres encore quelques fois avant de partir." Because she is going to night. Likely as soon as she falls asleep Remi will come whisk her away, but she just wants to linger here for a little while longer.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
