Maeve
She is not twelve, thank you very much. The joke was just too good to pass up and he left it open for her. He should know better. He laughs anyway and the sound warms her heart to hear. Fuck, she missed hearing him laugh. How could she not realize how much she missed him? How could she have gotten so distracted? Maeve hates that she did, but she's here now. "No, I'm much older than that." She quips back, voice a touch breathless as she looks up at him, a flush settling high on her cheeks. There isn't much talking after that. His lips find hers again as he rucks up her dress, trying to get her underwear down with one hand and Maeve saves him the trouble by lifting her hips and pushing them down herself until they're out of the way enough that he can settle between her thighs.
When he finally breaks the kiss to take care of his belt and find a condom, she turns her attention to his throat. Her lips trace a trail along his pulse, tongue darting out to taste his skin, the unmistakable tinge of sweat on her tongue before teeth mark flesh. She doesn't bother being gentle with him, knowing he can take it as her hands trail down his chest, one slipping up his side to his back as her nails bite into his back. "Can make it up to me later.." She pants, the heat in her belly already flaring up to the point it can't be ignored any longer. His thumb finds her clit, working quick circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing a barely muffled moan to fall from her lips.
Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting to greedily suck in a breath as her hips rock against his fingers as he claims her lips in another kiss. Maeve feeds him little whines and moans, the sounds partially silenced by his insistent tongue and lips, but it doesn't keep her from making noise. If anything it encourages it. The heels of her boots press against the mattress as she gets her feet planted, beginning to set a pace against his fingers.
When he finally breaks the kiss to take care of his belt and find a condom, she turns her attention to his throat. Her lips trace a trail along his pulse, tongue darting out to taste his skin, the unmistakable tinge of sweat on her tongue before teeth mark flesh. She doesn't bother being gentle with him, knowing he can take it as her hands trail down his chest, one slipping up his side to his back as her nails bite into his back. "Can make it up to me later.." She pants, the heat in her belly already flaring up to the point it can't be ignored any longer. His thumb finds her clit, working quick circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing a barely muffled moan to fall from her lips.
Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting to greedily suck in a breath as her hips rock against his fingers as he claims her lips in another kiss. Maeve feeds him little whines and moans, the sounds partially silenced by his insistent tongue and lips, but it doesn't keep her from making noise. If anything it encourages it. The heels of her boots press against the mattress as she gets her feet planted, beginning to set a pace against his fingers.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
