Maeve
It's not exactly the same as a yes, but she'll take it. Maeve licks her lips, trying to find her words, but coming up short. She's tired and he's moving around her like he'll combust if he stays still. So Maeve stands to get out of his way, wandering over to her bed, but not settling there either. He's nervous and it's making her nervous. She just... needs to take control of the situation. That's all. She can do this. It's her job. This is the one thing she knows how to do.
Maeve moves over to him, catching his hands so he has to stay still for more than five seconds. "Tea would be nice, but I mostly just want to lay down and I'd like for you to lay down with me." There are more words she wants to say. To tell him to stop overthinking. To just be here with her. To relax. Except she can't say any of those things.
This doesn't feel like work and that's a problem. Part of her wants to get over herself and just fuck him. That way things would be clear. Then they wouldn't have to feel weird about the fact that she sells sex and he hasn't gotten anything even remotely like sex from her. She needs to fix that. "Then after I rest... You can fuck me like you want to, okay?"
Maeve moves over to him, catching his hands so he has to stay still for more than five seconds. "Tea would be nice, but I mostly just want to lay down and I'd like for you to lay down with me." There are more words she wants to say. To tell him to stop overthinking. To just be here with her. To relax. Except she can't say any of those things.
This doesn't feel like work and that's a problem. Part of her wants to get over herself and just fuck him. That way things would be clear. Then they wouldn't have to feel weird about the fact that she sells sex and he hasn't gotten anything even remotely like sex from her. She needs to fix that. "Then after I rest... You can fuck me like you want to, okay?"
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
