look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Maeve

Maeve hums softly, tilting her head back as his lips find her throat again, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as they part. "Maybe. Depends what you want." She's tempted to ask why he still thinks he would need to pay. Is is because it's easier to limit what this is if it's still an exchange of goods and services? Is it meant to just be a joke? She's likely overthinking things and his lips on her skin does a good job at pulling her from her thoughts until he's drawing back to look at her. Their eyes connect and she sucks in a breath at the emotion there. A swirl of things she can't really separate, but she's lost in them anyway.

There is something mesmerizing about the way he brings that thumb that was just between her lips to his mouth. She watches with a heavy gaze as his tongue soothes the same cut and then he's speaking, drawing her attention once more. The please is what gets her and she nods slowly. Maeve shrugs her shoulders, letting the shawl she has lightly draped over her shoulders fall away. Her fingers find the hem of the loose cotton shirt she's wearing, tugging it slowly over her head until her skin is bare for him. The cool air instantly causes goosebumps to break out over her skin, nipples pebbling as she drops the shirt beside them. "Happy now?" She murmurs, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she holds his gaze.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending