I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve rolls her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she takes another sip of her water, "It's also my usual workout, though." She mimics his accent, pitching her voice down into something deeper and grinning up at him as a spark of mischievousness lights up her eyes as she teases him. Maeve watches him throw the last punch, stopping the bag from swinging wildly after he finally finishes his workout, eyes roving over his form for only a moment. She leans against the side of the ring, sighing softly as the exhaustion seems to settle heavy in her bones from physical exertion.
It isn't until he brings up her hand that she notices the throbbing pain, the slight sting beneath her bandages. Maeve looks down, flexing her fingers and wincing as pain flares through her hand, noticing the faintest bit of red bleeding through the wraps. "Uh, perhaps a bit more fucked up than I realized." Maeve huffs, setting her glass down and starting to unravel the wraps from around her hand, trying to keep from fidgeting as his eyes run over her.
It isn't until he brings up her hand that she notices the throbbing pain, the slight sting beneath her bandages. Maeve looks down, flexing her fingers and wincing as pain flares through her hand, noticing the faintest bit of red bleeding through the wraps. "Uh, perhaps a bit more fucked up than I realized." Maeve huffs, setting her glass down and starting to unravel the wraps from around her hand, trying to keep from fidgeting as his eyes run over her.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
