Maeve
She's not surprised that they don't come and check on her. If anything happens they know exactly who to look for. Besides, while they Madame may have a soft soul it is well known not to mess with her girls. No one would dare raise a hand against any of them. Not only would they have the Madame after them, but not to mention some of the regulars too.
Maeve isn't sure how long she rests there in his arms, but it's some of the best rest she's had since being back. Maybe because the last lingering physical effects from the ordeal are gone or maybe just because it's him. She doesn't know and she doesn't think about it too much. Nor does she think about it when his hand finally shifts beneath her robe, thumb barely grazing along her hip bone. He has callouses on his fingers and the rough slide of them makes her shiver. Then he's suddenly above her, speaking in hushed toes as her eyes slowly focus on him.
Her cheeks heat and she can't help the way she squirms just enough to be noticeable. Maeve presses her thighs together as his words warm her belly, curling there and settling in a heap of anticipation. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips as she nods slowly, voice barely a whisper between them, "Okay..." The response is barely a thought in her head as it pushes past her lips. Instead her mind swirls as her eyes find his in the soft light of the room. She can't wondering if he actually wants this too.
Maeve isn't sure how long she rests there in his arms, but it's some of the best rest she's had since being back. Maybe because the last lingering physical effects from the ordeal are gone or maybe just because it's him. She doesn't know and she doesn't think about it too much. Nor does she think about it when his hand finally shifts beneath her robe, thumb barely grazing along her hip bone. He has callouses on his fingers and the rough slide of them makes her shiver. Then he's suddenly above her, speaking in hushed toes as her eyes slowly focus on him.
Her cheeks heat and she can't help the way she squirms just enough to be noticeable. Maeve presses her thighs together as his words warm her belly, curling there and settling in a heap of anticipation. Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips as she nods slowly, voice barely a whisper between them, "Okay..." The response is barely a thought in her head as it pushes past her lips. Instead her mind swirls as her eyes find his in the soft light of the room. She can't wondering if he actually wants this too.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
