love is madness and lust is poison

Maeve

Now that one exchange is done, they can start working on another one. One that Maeve would be the provider for. After all, she's the one who sells sex. Who lends herself out to those who need company. It's her job. Maeve watches her eyes dip down to her scant cleavage and she preens under the attention. Oh how she loves attention. Maeve takes a slow draw from the cigarette, letting her free hand come up and brush up her arm lightly.

Her touch is barely a whisper. Meant to draw her in. Maybe put her a little more on edge. To make things a little more precarious. Her lips curl into a smirk and she brings the cigarette back up to Aurelia's lips, holding it between her fingers so the smuggler can take a drag. "I can give you all sorts of things... What do you want, hm? What fantasy is swirling in that head of yours?" She drawls, leaning into her so she's almost pressed against the other woman. Close enough to feel her body heat even with the breeze coming off of the ocean.

Maeve lets her fingers trail across the skin of her arm, finding her fingers and taking her hand, pulling her a hair closer. She licks her lips, still holding the cigarette for Aurelia as she gazes up at her.

when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives