Maeve
That's where he's got it wrong. He is something different to her. Special. This relationship is nothing like the others she has with her clients. It can be hard to remember sometimes. Hard to fathom how it can mean anything when her job is to sell a fantasy that they're living together, but at the end of the day, Locke is the one taking care of her. He's the one tending to her wounds, cooking her meals, listening to her day, and holding her close at night. He sees every part of her. Not just the role she plays at the Halenani. Maeve would remind him of this if she knew that's what was running through his mind, but as it stands, she's a touch busy.
Maeve doesn't stop. Nor does she slow down. Instead she draws in shallow breaths trough her nose, pressing deeper even as he eases the grip he has on her hair, moaning around him in response. It's all the answer he really gets before she's drawing back almost to the tip and swallowing him down all over again. The hand resting at his hip dips in, fingertips pressing into flesh as she urges him to move, encouraging him to fall apart for her. He's not the only one with plans and this is the first thing on her list.
Maeve doesn't stop. Nor does she slow down. Instead she draws in shallow breaths trough her nose, pressing deeper even as he eases the grip he has on her hair, moaning around him in response. It's all the answer he really gets before she's drawing back almost to the tip and swallowing him down all over again. The hand resting at his hip dips in, fingertips pressing into flesh as she urges him to move, encouraging him to fall apart for her. He's not the only one with plans and this is the first thing on her list.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
