Maeve
Trying to find a balance. When she looks at him it's hard to imagine him as a monster. Of course, she doesn't know him or his past. She doesn't know the things he's done, but in this moment, he seems far from a monster; not with the way he's kneeling before her. "Balance is important." It's the only response she really gives in regards to the comment, her attention being drawn elsewhere.
"Well, aren't you a special boy," she teases, a faint smile still playing on her lips they linger in this in between. Maeve wasn't anything of the sort. She was normal. No special gifts or powers or shifts. All she was was before him. A simple woman made of flesh and bone. So small and frail in comparison to someone like him. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she wasn't like the rest of them. Ascended, Attuned, Demi-gods... All of these things seemed so beyond her. Beyond her capabilities. These thoughts are pushed away when he speaks again.
Maeve nods, expression shifting into one of gentle understanding, "That's okay... It's what we're trying to figure out." The Madame soothes, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as his cheeks lays against her belly. It's warm and rough against the sensitive skin; she urges him closer as that heat begins to smolder in her belly. Barely lit embers slowly being fanned by his exploratory touches. It isn't until his hands reach her breasts that she makes a sound. The faint brush of his palms across her nipples earns him a shiver and a faint arch of her back as she presses into him. A soft sound of approval catches in her throat as her lips part with an exhale, "More..."
When she looks down to meet his gaze, the green of her own eyes is darker as she holds his stare. "You can use your mouth too.." Another soft suggestion that he might take to urge him along. Maeve's fingers press lightly into the back of his skull, guiding his mouth towards her skin if he's so inclined.
"Well, aren't you a special boy," she teases, a faint smile still playing on her lips they linger in this in between. Maeve wasn't anything of the sort. She was normal. No special gifts or powers or shifts. All she was was before him. A simple woman made of flesh and bone. So small and frail in comparison to someone like him. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but she wasn't like the rest of them. Ascended, Attuned, Demi-gods... All of these things seemed so beyond her. Beyond her capabilities. These thoughts are pushed away when he speaks again.
Maeve nods, expression shifting into one of gentle understanding, "That's okay... It's what we're trying to figure out." The Madame soothes, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as his cheeks lays against her belly. It's warm and rough against the sensitive skin; she urges him closer as that heat begins to smolder in her belly. Barely lit embers slowly being fanned by his exploratory touches. It isn't until his hands reach her breasts that she makes a sound. The faint brush of his palms across her nipples earns him a shiver and a faint arch of her back as she presses into him. A soft sound of approval catches in her throat as her lips part with an exhale, "More..."
When she looks down to meet his gaze, the green of her own eyes is darker as she holds his stare. "You can use your mouth too.." Another soft suggestion that he might take to urge him along. Maeve's fingers press lightly into the back of his skull, guiding his mouth towards her skin if he's so inclined.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
