Maeve
There. That's better. He's already stopped panicking. She can see it in his eyes. Instead he's turning her words over in his head and coming back at her with ones of his own. This is what they need. Not... Not everything else. Just this. Maeve hums softly, head tilting to the side thoughtfully as she lets her eyes settle on his mouth. He did promise that, didn't he? "Maybe I want you to fuck me the way you want to." She says with a shrug, turning towards the bed when he lets her go.
Maeve crawls after him, coming up to nestle herself against his side. Her head finds a resting place on his chest, head tucked beneath his chin as one arm settles across his waist. He's warm and solid against her. Smelling of the salty air and a hint of sweat. Maeve takes a deep breath, finally letting her body relax after everything she's been through.
Maeve crawls after him, coming up to nestle herself against his side. Her head finds a resting place on his chest, head tucked beneath his chin as one arm settles across his waist. He's warm and solid against her. Smelling of the salty air and a hint of sweat. Maeve takes a deep breath, finally letting her body relax after everything she's been through.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
