crave the applause yet hate the attention

Maeve

Of course he doesn't know her. She knows that. So her lips quirk as he gazes down at her. "That's the joke, darling." Maeve quips back as his fingers slip through her hair, his talons prickling over her scalp oh so carefully before finding the small of her back. Maeve watches as his lashes flutter when her thumb brushes along his horn. The hitch of breath unmistakable and just like that. she's found his weakness. One of them. Her touch grows more daring, thumb pressing more firmly against the base of his horn before running along the ridge she finds there even as he angles her head back.

Her own breath hitches, bottom lip catching between her teeth as he tugs gently so he can bury his face against her throat. He doesn't do anything besides inhale, letting his nose tease along her throat. Maeve shivers, eyes fluttering closed as he presses into her, but does nothing more than that. The heat in her belly flares as his words curl around her spine, urging her closer. Beckoning her to give in to this thing between them.

She makes a soft noise as what little light she has is cut off with the encroachment of his wings. The darkness is warm. A heat budding between them keeping it from being anything else. "Clearly. Otherwise I might be more impressed." Maeve murmurs, voice quiet between them as she seizes his horn in a careful grip, tugging him so they're nose to nose, lips merely a breath apart.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending