MAEA
Somewhere, a cruel little voice whispered to Maea that a ring in the sand meant very little, if they were the only ones who knew about its removal. Phoebe likely didn't know, enchanted or not. Nothing kept him from taking what he wanted from her and then slip it on again before going back to his wife. She smothered the notion as soon as it popped up. It was too much like the voice that said she was worth nothing and could accomplish none of her dreams, and Maea had made a point of not listening to it anymore. Her thoughts were on Sunjata anyway, on his arms and how they wrapped tight around her and pressed her closer, how his mouth grew steadily more demanding on hers.
Growing dizzy with alarming speed, she followed his lead with little alarmbells ringing; it was wonderful but escalated far too quickly. One kiss turned to two, the fingers she'd buried in his hair went on their own adventures down the back of his neck, and then what? Where was this going to end? Was she silly for worrying about it when her own pulse quickened and breaths came in little gasps whenever she got a chance to breathe? She found herself pressing closer into him, a sweet ache spreading through every limb... and the bells turned into blaring horns, her spine growing rigid as the sensation registered fully.
Growing dizzy with alarming speed, she followed his lead with little alarmbells ringing; it was wonderful but escalated far too quickly. One kiss turned to two, the fingers she'd buried in his hair went on their own adventures down the back of his neck, and then what? Where was this going to end? Was she silly for worrying about it when her own pulse quickened and breaths came in little gasps whenever she got a chance to breathe? She found herself pressing closer into him, a sweet ache spreading through every limb... and the bells turned into blaring horns, her spine growing rigid as the sensation registered fully.
