I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Unlike Remi, Maeve was always lived to please. It's been her way of life for years, but now she was learning there wasn't a way to simply please everyone. Still, her annoyance didn't flare as readily as Remi's did. Those thoughts are chased aside as she steps into the water, shivering instantly as the icy cold waves bite at her skin, causing goosebumps to rise across his skin.
Her brow arches, head cocking to the side at the cryptic nature of his words, a smile playing on her lips despite herself. "I don't think you have a problem getting deep, Remi." Maeve quips without hesitating, a smirk curling on her lips, knowing there would likely be a faint flush that rises to his cheeks. She isn't left waiting long as he takes off into the air, wings flaring out as he takes to the air, diving into the water some ways off of shore. She's not sure what to expect, but the image of tentacles rising out of the water and reaching towards her isn't it.
It's an almost jarring sensation, watching them reach for her, almost playfully splashing the top of the water to invite her in. She takes another step forward, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto one of his tentacles, finding the sensation incredibly odd. The first few steps are easy, but as she gets up to her ribs, Maeve feels the hints of panic sink in. He's there, tough. All around her. "I can't say I was expecting this."
Her brow arches, head cocking to the side at the cryptic nature of his words, a smile playing on her lips despite herself. "I don't think you have a problem getting deep, Remi." Maeve quips without hesitating, a smirk curling on her lips, knowing there would likely be a faint flush that rises to his cheeks. She isn't left waiting long as he takes off into the air, wings flaring out as he takes to the air, diving into the water some ways off of shore. She's not sure what to expect, but the image of tentacles rising out of the water and reaching towards her isn't it.
It's an almost jarring sensation, watching them reach for her, almost playfully splashing the top of the water to invite her in. She takes another step forward, reaching out hesitantly to hold onto one of his tentacles, finding the sensation incredibly odd. The first few steps are easy, but as she gets up to her ribs, Maeve feels the hints of panic sink in. He's there, tough. All around her. "I can't say I was expecting this."
Maeve
