Maeve
His thumb brushes at the corner of her mouth and it’s quickly followed by his lips. She finds her lips curling into a smile as she chases after his lips eagerly, ”Can you blame me? Sounds so good coming from you.” She purrs playfully, wrinkling her nose at him as she bares her teeth before turning back to her meal. It’s not a lie. Maeve loves hearing it from him and she doesn’t care to hide the fact either.
Maeve pouts, cutting into her smaller omelet and taking a bite, humming as it practically melts in her mouth. How was he such a good cook? It was a mystery. The Nightshade sighs, feigning annoyance at his words, ”Fine. I’ll play by your rules this time.” Maeve concedes, turning her attention back to her food and away from her lover once more.
With a 5th? 6th? kiss pressed to her skin, Harper withdraws from her and she smiles easily, adoration clear in her jade gaze as he slips away from her and towards the door. ”Oui ma lumière,” comes her reply as she finishes off the last of her meal and moves to he dressing table.
Sure enough he’s already laid out an outfit for her. One of her many swimsuits, black of course, as well as a flowing white top that falls off her shoulders to expose the milky expanse of skin and her delicate collarbones. The ensemble is finished with a simple pair of linen shorts and sandals that are perfect for traversing their home. Maeve takes a moment to brush her hair, quickly plaiting the hair at her temples, creating an intricate and lovely crown of hair that falls in loose curls to the small of her back.
Maeve joins him about ten minutes later, swooping onto Jude with a gasp of delight at seeing him, ”Et comment vas-tu aujourd'hui, mon petit soleil? Viens voir maman,” the Nightshade coos, the foreign language sounding like music as it rolls off her tongue. It earns her a laugh from a babe that has her smile growing as she presses another kiss to his cheek. ”Did daddy get you all ready for the day?”
Maeve pouts, cutting into her smaller omelet and taking a bite, humming as it practically melts in her mouth. How was he such a good cook? It was a mystery. The Nightshade sighs, feigning annoyance at his words, ”Fine. I’ll play by your rules this time.” Maeve concedes, turning her attention back to her food and away from her lover once more.
With a 5th? 6th? kiss pressed to her skin, Harper withdraws from her and she smiles easily, adoration clear in her jade gaze as he slips away from her and towards the door. ”Oui ma lumière,” comes her reply as she finishes off the last of her meal and moves to he dressing table.
Sure enough he’s already laid out an outfit for her. One of her many swimsuits, black of course, as well as a flowing white top that falls off her shoulders to expose the milky expanse of skin and her delicate collarbones. The ensemble is finished with a simple pair of linen shorts and sandals that are perfect for traversing their home. Maeve takes a moment to brush her hair, quickly plaiting the hair at her temples, creating an intricate and lovely crown of hair that falls in loose curls to the small of her back.
Maeve joins him about ten minutes later, swooping onto Jude with a gasp of delight at seeing him, ”Et comment vas-tu aujourd'hui, mon petit soleil? Viens voir maman,” the Nightshade coos, the foreign language sounding like music as it rolls off her tongue. It earns her a laugh from a babe that has her smile growing as she presses another kiss to his cheek. ”Did daddy get you all ready for the day?”
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
