(SE) i like your voice

MAEVE

Maeve doesn't get an answer. Of course she doesn't. Aurelia clearly find it amusing to deny her. Which is fine as long as it doesn't extend into other things because as soon as the smuggler slots a thigh between hers, Maeve is done for. Her breath hitches up in her throat, feeling the in her core and the way the slickness between her thighs soaks through the light cotton of her shorts. There isn't any time for embarrassment as Aurelia's finger curls at the waistband of the single piece of clothing keeping her modesty.

Soft lips trace over her skin and she feels the smile the woman presses into her skin. A hand slides over Aurelia's bare shoulder, fingers pausing to tease at the strap of her bra and inching it down her arm. "Oh? Never had a girl like me?" Maeve hums, glancing down at her quickly and voice pitching up higher as Auerlia's tongue finds the sensitive flesh of her nipple, deftly teasing over the barbell. Her free hand curls into the sheets, bunching the fabric under her grasp as the other finds home in the smuggler's hair to hold her in place.

In that brief moment Maeve get's to see her face, she knows she'll never forget it. That soft glow to her cheeks, the lust darkening her gaze, and the clear intent and adoration coloring her features. Maeve wants to bottle up that look and the feeling it gives her. So she can have it every day of her life. She's going to miss her when she's gone. Maeve already knows deep in her chest.

Her eyes flutter closed and a breathy moan pushing past her lips as Aurelia's fingers finally dip into her folds, towards her aching clit. There's nothing but slick and heat to greet Aurelia. Maeve's hips twitch upwards towards the woman's seeking fingers, urging her to keep going. Finally, she pulls herself together enough to try and free the smuggler of her bra, wanting to feel her skin against hers. Fingers fumble with the hook as she struggles to concentrate through the cloud of hormones fogging her brain. Maeve gets it off, tugging it off of her shoulders, but not able to remove it given that Aurelia's fingers are currently pressing towards her opening.

"More.. please." She sighs as her hand slips up Aurelia's chest, cupping her breast lightly as her thumb teases across her nipple, urging it to stiffen for her.

A pretty face
Doesn't mean a pretty heart