Maeve
Plans to run her tongue and lips over every scar she finds on her lover's skin cross her mind, swirling with the lust that's addling her brain as Hotaru's hands find home on her waist. Mismatched eyes rove over her form, urging the flush on Maeve's cheeks to spread down her throat, the pink of her skin seeming more stark under the firelight. Goosebumps rise beneath Hotaru's trailing touch, following the wake of her hands as she explores the Madame's body leisurely, not rushing in mapping out this new territory. While the queen might not have staked her claim officially, the flag has already been planted in the form of the choker that sits prettily around her neck, leather warm against her skin.
Her head tips back, baring more of her throat to the plush lips of her partner as her hands slip around her back, finding the clasp of her bra and removing it with ease. The straps catch in the crook of Hotaru's arms, but Maeve isn't in a rush. Not when her thumbs tease across her nipples, the sensitive peaks seeming to grow tauter as she swipes across the barbells, making her back arch as a moan pushes past parted lips. The compliment is pressed into her skin, words washing warmly over her neck and drawing a smile to the Madame's lips, "Just wait until you see the rest of me.." She quips, a huff of a laugh bubbling up in her throat that's quickly silenced by the press of teeth at the column of her neck, a purpling mark left in their wake to stand out sharply against her skin.
Unable to help the way she presses into Hotaru's touch, Maeve hums eyes flutter shut as she draws in a shuddering breath, "Please. It's all I've been thinking about." The other woman has plagued her thoughts since they began exchanging letters, each one growing bolder and bolder. Oh how Maeve has longed for her. For this. Her own hands move to trail along her sides, curling at her hips as her thumb finds the soft dip there, tracing over the jut of her bone. "I want you, Ru. Know you want me too."
Her head tips back, baring more of her throat to the plush lips of her partner as her hands slip around her back, finding the clasp of her bra and removing it with ease. The straps catch in the crook of Hotaru's arms, but Maeve isn't in a rush. Not when her thumbs tease across her nipples, the sensitive peaks seeming to grow tauter as she swipes across the barbells, making her back arch as a moan pushes past parted lips. The compliment is pressed into her skin, words washing warmly over her neck and drawing a smile to the Madame's lips, "Just wait until you see the rest of me.." She quips, a huff of a laugh bubbling up in her throat that's quickly silenced by the press of teeth at the column of her neck, a purpling mark left in their wake to stand out sharply against her skin.
Unable to help the way she presses into Hotaru's touch, Maeve hums eyes flutter shut as she draws in a shuddering breath, "Please. It's all I've been thinking about." The other woman has plagued her thoughts since they began exchanging letters, each one growing bolder and bolder. Oh how Maeve has longed for her. For this. Her own hands move to trail along her sides, curling at her hips as her thumb finds the soft dip there, tracing over the jut of her bone. "I want you, Ru. Know you want me too."
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
