MAEVE
The heat of Aurelia's breath against her skin makes her shiver and Maeve tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her throat to the smuggler's eager lips. It's distracting enough that she doesn't realize right away Aurelia is answering her question with another question. Sly girl. Sneaky girl. Maeve huffs out a breath, eyes heavy lidded as she looks up at her. A pretty flush settles high on her cheek bones, highlighting the paleness of her skin. "Because you want to fuck me?" She asks sweetly, lips curling into a playful smile as she reaches forward to grip her hips. Maeve is rewarded with a breathtaking smile from Aurelia and she suddenly feels like its her first time all over again. Except it's going the way she wants it to with someone she knows and likes. This is so much better. When the smuggler tugs off her shirt, tossing it to the side, Maeve greedily drinks in the newly exposed skin. Even with the scars, she's beautiful. Tan skin, toned muscle, and still soft feminine curves under all of it. She licks her lips, mouth suddenly feeling dry as Aurelia moves over top of her.
The other woman easily sets the pace of things. They haven't even kissed properly and Maeve might as well be putty in her hands. The same calloused hands that are slipping over her chest and urging the satin robe open, pushing it off of her shoulders. It gets caught around her arms, but underneath the soft fabric is nothing except bare skin. There are a few beauty marks dotted across her skin, an intricate tattoo covering the right side of her ribs. Some type of flower with a snake curling through them. It ends just at the bottom of her ribs. Delicate silver barbells pierce through each of her nipples and the flush that's coloring her cheeks is bleeding to the tops of her breasts. A small pair of cotton shorts covers the rest of her.
A breathy laugh pushes past her lips as Aurelia dips her head to mouth at her collarbone as her palms find her breasts, cupping them gently. Her eyes flutter closed and she arches just slightly. Just enough to to press further into her hands. "Something else? What's that supposed to mean?" Maeve asks, breath hitching in her throat and catching there to mingle with a moan as Aurelia's lips find her skin again.
A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
Doesn't mean a pretty heart
