look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Maeve

She's not willing to linger on it. What they are. What this is. Instead Maeve focuses on this moment. The waves crashing behind them, his breathing as it grows ragged, and the feeling of his hands on her skin. Maeve tucks her face into is neck, lips dancing along his throat before he's forcing her back as he reclines in the sand. With careful fingers, he finds that sensitive bud of her clit and she shudders out a breath. Maeve is already so close to the edge that his thumb against her only serves to push her further.

Things seem to blur after that. Their hips move together and his finger urges her closer to her finish. Maeve holds onto him tightly as her movements start to stutter and slow. It only takes a few moments more before she's falling over that edge with a soft cry that's lost in the waves. Her body slumps forward against his and she pants, dropping her head back against his shoulder. This was better than last time. Maybe because they talked before. Maybe because things feel different, but whatever the reason, she's glad for it.

Maeve lifts her head slowly, a small smile tugging on her lips as she meets his gaze with a sigh, "Guess second chances are worth it, huh?" She huffs with a laugh, looping her arms around his neck as she snuggles close to him.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending