MAEVE
The other woman is almost distracting enough that she abandons her task. She just wants to know so she can give the other woman what she wants. Is that so hard to understand? Maeve waits and Aurelia denies her yet again. Instead she is rewarded with a faint kiss that leaves her lips tingling with sensation. She's close to leaning in and just kissing her instead. The need to taste her lips again is growing along with the fire in her belly. Except it's the smuggler's turn to talk and she's unable to do anything but listen. One of her hands slips into the curls at the base of her neck, nails scratching lightly at her scalp as she moves to angle the other woman's head towards hers with the intention of shutting her up if she wasn't going to answer the question. Maeve is once more caught off guard by Aurelia's plans. She makes a soft sound of surprise in her throat, legs instantly wrapping around her waist as she's lifted and carried towards the bed. With a gentleness Maeve is coming to expect from her new partner, she's lowered until she's sitting, toes barely brushing the floor beneath her. Her thighs spread to accommodate Aurelia between them, breaths coming in soft pants as her heart races in anticipation. A slight tilt of her head exposes her throat to the smuggler and her hands reach for her hips, gripping there gently. "And why exactly do you want me here?" Maeve coos, moving to prop herself up onto her elbows as she lays back against the plush duvet covering her mattress.
"Are you planning to have your wicked way with me?" A brow arches to accompany the question. She hopes the answer is yes. Yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes. That is exactly what the courtesan wants and she can only hope that her counterpart can agree. Her fingers move to the tie of her robe, teasing the satin stands through them slowly before she barely tugs. The bow comes undone easily, but she doesn't move further than that. "Should I save this part for you?"
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
