Maeve
His words encourage another smile to take hold of her lips and she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing, "Right... And you are always polite. Is that it?" Maeve retorts, tilting her chin up towards the taller man.
He's leaning closer to her, the look in his eyes causing her to shiver. Not unlike a predator in the way he regards her even as his wings flare out behind him. Everything in her says not to take her eyes off of his face, but his wings have her attention now. How would they feel wrapped around her? Brushing against her skin? Are they warm? Maeve allows herself to run her fingertips over the ridges of his wings, feeling the way they flex and shiver beneath her touch. "They're beautiful..." A soft awe colors her words as she finally returns her gaze to his.
Except it's his turn to look at her and look he does. Never before has she been so closely studied. There is a reverence in his eyes that makes her feel like a goddess he's planning to worship. Not that she is and not that she would want to be. Even if it did mean that she was gazed upon like this. Maeve's breathing is slow and even as his hands barely trace over her skin, mapping her out with care. It isn't until he sinks onto his knees before her that she touches him again. Slender fingers slip into his hair, brushing through the curls as she licks her lips, meeting his eyes once more. "But that wasn't the question... I asked what you thought. If you like what you see." That's the point of this. Finding out what he likes. If it was just his most recent lover or something more. That's what they were trying to find out. So, yes, it did matter what he thought.
Maeve's other hand finds purchase on his shoulder as she takes a small step closer. His chin practically rests at her navel as she draws him to her. "You can touch me... I want you to." The encouragement is gentle, urging him to continue this little dance they've found themselves in.
He's leaning closer to her, the look in his eyes causing her to shiver. Not unlike a predator in the way he regards her even as his wings flare out behind him. Everything in her says not to take her eyes off of his face, but his wings have her attention now. How would they feel wrapped around her? Brushing against her skin? Are they warm? Maeve allows herself to run her fingertips over the ridges of his wings, feeling the way they flex and shiver beneath her touch. "They're beautiful..." A soft awe colors her words as she finally returns her gaze to his.
Except it's his turn to look at her and look he does. Never before has she been so closely studied. There is a reverence in his eyes that makes her feel like a goddess he's planning to worship. Not that she is and not that she would want to be. Even if it did mean that she was gazed upon like this. Maeve's breathing is slow and even as his hands barely trace over her skin, mapping her out with care. It isn't until he sinks onto his knees before her that she touches him again. Slender fingers slip into his hair, brushing through the curls as she licks her lips, meeting his eyes once more. "But that wasn't the question... I asked what you thought. If you like what you see." That's the point of this. Finding out what he likes. If it was just his most recent lover or something more. That's what they were trying to find out. So, yes, it did matter what he thought.
Maeve's other hand finds purchase on his shoulder as she takes a small step closer. His chin practically rests at her navel as she draws him to her. "You can touch me... I want you to." The encouragement is gentle, urging him to continue this little dance they've found themselves in.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
