Maeve
His gaze burns into her, watching every breath, every touch, every single movement and to some it might be unsettling, but Maeve lives for that kind of attention. To know that she's enraptured someone so completely is a drug unlike any other. Her fingers work to reveal his skin and she's not disappointed once the job is done, taking in skin kissed by sun, scarred, and tattooed. Brows lift at the sight of piercings and she can't help the smirk that curls on her lips, knowing she has some to match, but there will be plenty of time to admire him later.
"As do I. Though, you would at least make for some entertaining company." Maeve teases, tossing a wink over her shoulder as she draws back and into the bathroom to change. He's waiting on the couch for her when she emerges, lounging like he owns the place, lips curled against the edge of his glass and she's eager to have them on her skin instead. The Madame draws closer, barely having a chance to press a knee into the cushions, intent on joining him when he's reaching out for her. His complaint is met with a laugh that dissolves into more of a delighted giggle when she's tugged forward, easily falling into his lap, an arm coming to loop around his shoulders as she presses close.
His skin is warm against hers where they touch despite the chill of the rain outside that had done a good job of soaking him through. Her fingers slip into still damp hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, "Better?" Maeve purrs, arching a brow as she looks down at him, a smile playing on her lips. Her free hand trails along his skin, tracing idly patterns across scars and tattoos, aiming to draw goosebumps to the surface with her idle touches. "So tell me, Captain... What are your plans for me this evening?" She dips her head down, lips brushing against his ear, breath warm as she nips lightly at his lobe. "I'm dying to know."
"As do I. Though, you would at least make for some entertaining company." Maeve teases, tossing a wink over her shoulder as she draws back and into the bathroom to change. He's waiting on the couch for her when she emerges, lounging like he owns the place, lips curled against the edge of his glass and she's eager to have them on her skin instead. The Madame draws closer, barely having a chance to press a knee into the cushions, intent on joining him when he's reaching out for her. His complaint is met with a laugh that dissolves into more of a delighted giggle when she's tugged forward, easily falling into his lap, an arm coming to loop around his shoulders as she presses close.
His skin is warm against hers where they touch despite the chill of the rain outside that had done a good job of soaking him through. Her fingers slip into still damp hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, "Better?" Maeve purrs, arching a brow as she looks down at him, a smile playing on her lips. Her free hand trails along his skin, tracing idly patterns across scars and tattoos, aiming to draw goosebumps to the surface with her idle touches. "So tell me, Captain... What are your plans for me this evening?" She dips her head down, lips brushing against his ear, breath warm as she nips lightly at his lobe. "I'm dying to know."
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
