Maeve
No, he doesn’t know because she hasn’t been able to tell him all. The worry of burdening him too great, but it doesn’t matter. Not when their relationship transcends words. Nothing about them fits the mold of what’s ‘expected’. It work for them, though. The love held in their hearts for each other greater than anything that would dare come between them.
Their lips brush together in a kiss. Tender, sweet, and soft. A gentle sort of heat behind it, but neither of them pressing it further. Not yet. Her breath pushes from her lungs in a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering as she forces her own eyes to open, ”Forever.” Maeve whispers, lips curling into a slight smile, the corners of her mouth twitching just enough to be considered one. Brushing her thumb across his cheek as she draws back to look at him, the Nightshade nods, ”Bedtime.” She confirms, drawing back from him to stand though she’s loathe for their to be any space between them.
Turning to check on the babe, Maeve leans down to press a kiss to the top of his wispy hair. Aidon lifts his head from the top of his claws where he’s resting beside the bassinet and Maeve knows from experience that should he wake up, Aidon would come get them, having done the same when Edmund was a baby. She returns to him, taking his hand and tugging him back towards a room off to the side, pressing into the dimly lit room. The door isn’t closed behind them, but once they’re inside her hands find his waist again. Fingers slip beneath his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. ”How long has it been, love?” The queen murmurs, finding the hem of his shirt, thumbs brushing across his hip bones lightly.
Their lips brush together in a kiss. Tender, sweet, and soft. A gentle sort of heat behind it, but neither of them pressing it further. Not yet. Her breath pushes from her lungs in a shaky exhale, lashes fluttering as she forces her own eyes to open, ”Forever.” Maeve whispers, lips curling into a slight smile, the corners of her mouth twitching just enough to be considered one. Brushing her thumb across his cheek as she draws back to look at him, the Nightshade nods, ”Bedtime.” She confirms, drawing back from him to stand though she’s loathe for their to be any space between them.
Turning to check on the babe, Maeve leans down to press a kiss to the top of his wispy hair. Aidon lifts his head from the top of his claws where he’s resting beside the bassinet and Maeve knows from experience that should he wake up, Aidon would come get them, having done the same when Edmund was a baby. She returns to him, taking his hand and tugging him back towards a room off to the side, pressing into the dimly lit room. The door isn’t closed behind them, but once they’re inside her hands find his waist again. Fingers slip beneath his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a heap. ”How long has it been, love?” The queen murmurs, finding the hem of his shirt, thumbs brushing across his hip bones lightly.
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
