I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve lets her hand relax in his grip as he prepares to clean her knuckles and she tries to think back to a time that she's ever been in this position. It's not often that she finds herself having to patched up like this, but then again she doesn't normally spend her time punching things. She smiles up at him, wrinkling her nose, "Is it? I had no idea." Maeve shoots back and her smile falters as he presses the soaked gauze to her bloody knuckles and a hiss pushes past her teeth as she tenses. "Fuck." The word catches her off guard as it falls off her tongue and her cheeks flush as she shifts a bit. "Yeah, no... That fucking stings." It felt like fire searing into the cuts, cleaning them out thoroughly of any risk of infection.
She lifts her brows in faux surprise, gasping, "A scar? I honestly think that will be one of three scars on my person." Maeve laughs, shaking her head as her eyes drop down to where he's pressing the gauze to her knuckles. The bleeding is starting to slow and soon he'll be able to properly dress it.
She lifts her brows in faux surprise, gasping, "A scar? I honestly think that will be one of three scars on my person." Maeve laughs, shaking her head as her eyes drop down to where he's pressing the gauze to her knuckles. The bleeding is starting to slow and soon he'll be able to properly dress it.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
