Maeve
"But I'm not everyone." She croons back, lips twitching back into that same disarming smile as before. "What? Don't you trust me?" Of course he doesn't trust her. Not really. He barely knows her. Except Maeve isn't really in the business of sharing secrets. She has no desire to. Not that he knows that. She doesn't blame him for not sharing his secrets. Even if this is all in good fun. What fun they're having too.
The swallow is the first crack in his carefully held control. Just like his wings wrapping around her petite frame and urging her closer are the next. While the feeling is strange, it's not unwelcome and she finds herself sighing with the heat of it at her back. That heat is joined by his hand, pressing to the small of her back and for a moment she's distracted by the way it seems to span the entirety of the sway there. It isn't until his other hand slips into her hair, the tips of his talons pricking lightly against her scalp that she draws in a breath. Her lips part with the sudden inhale even as her body curves to better fit against his, not even realizing how she moves for him without much urging on his part.
As his head angels down towards hers, she finds her own tilting to meet him, holding his gaze even as his pupils shift to slits again. Maeve's fingers slip through his hair, thumb suddenly coming in contact with one of his horns and she can't resist letting her thumb tease along the ridge she finds there. His words send a warmth racing along her spine, curling at the base with a new heat that has her heart beating a staccato against her chest. "Is that right? You've yet to overwhelm me. Perhaps you're not as powerful as you think." Her lips mirror his smirk and a soft laugh bubbles up in her chest, huffing out of her in an exhale against his lips. "Maybe you should try harder, dear Flood." Maeve purrs, eyes dropping to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze again.
She's baiting him. Just a little. Mostly because she can and because she can't resist pushing back against that control he's holding on to so tightly. Maeve has never been good at leaving well enough alone. She always has to push just a little further. Maybe she just wants to let go a little bit too. Not think so much. This seems a good place to start.
The swallow is the first crack in his carefully held control. Just like his wings wrapping around her petite frame and urging her closer are the next. While the feeling is strange, it's not unwelcome and she finds herself sighing with the heat of it at her back. That heat is joined by his hand, pressing to the small of her back and for a moment she's distracted by the way it seems to span the entirety of the sway there. It isn't until his other hand slips into her hair, the tips of his talons pricking lightly against her scalp that she draws in a breath. Her lips part with the sudden inhale even as her body curves to better fit against his, not even realizing how she moves for him without much urging on his part.
As his head angels down towards hers, she finds her own tilting to meet him, holding his gaze even as his pupils shift to slits again. Maeve's fingers slip through his hair, thumb suddenly coming in contact with one of his horns and she can't resist letting her thumb tease along the ridge she finds there. His words send a warmth racing along her spine, curling at the base with a new heat that has her heart beating a staccato against her chest. "Is that right? You've yet to overwhelm me. Perhaps you're not as powerful as you think." Her lips mirror his smirk and a soft laugh bubbles up in her chest, huffing out of her in an exhale against his lips. "Maybe you should try harder, dear Flood." Maeve purrs, eyes dropping to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze again.
She's baiting him. Just a little. Mostly because she can and because she can't resist pushing back against that control he's holding on to so tightly. Maeve has never been good at leaving well enough alone. She always has to push just a little further. Maybe she just wants to let go a little bit too. Not think so much. This seems a good place to start.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
