another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
"Mmm?" Adam hummed happily, leaning into her touch and letting his imagination fill in what she might have brought. His mind eagerly painted pictures of Maeve without all of the pesky clothes she had on, several different positions, her lips parted in a delicious moan...he looked down as his chest began to itch. Oh fuck. He'd thought that the curse was over, but the telltale tingling of hair growing faster than it ought to told him that was not the case.
He knew he'd pay for this in hairy hands, but as long as it didn't appear too badly in the next few hours, Adam felt it was worth it. As long as Maeve didn't notice. As soon as he came to this conclusion he brought his eyes back up, not wanting her to think anything was wrong. It was easy enough to forget it all with her moving on his lap and her lips on his; within a few moments Adam could feel his pants growing tight, a warmth in his groin he'd deeply missed in the last weeks.
Lips opened as soon as she pushed for them to, Adam's hands growing bolder as her kisses did; he slid his hands once up over her breasts then went to cup them and gently squeeze, a thumb running over the still fabric-covered nipple. He kept his hands there as she pulled away, grinning at her admission. "Well, that's a compliment. It took a lot of willpower not to ask for this when I first met you on my end too." True, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy it in quite the way he was now, but who didn't like hearing a pretty lady moan?
He did move his hands away after speaking, slid them down her sides and then pulled off his own shirt, tossing it to the floor. Adam was lean, with lightly defined arm and chest muscles frozen now in time from years of horse riding and eating when he could; hair (perhaps more than usual at the moment) ran across his chest and down to his navel, then under his belt. As soon as the shirt hit the ground he had his hands back on Maeve, stroking over her chest and thighs, lips hungrily asking for more kisses against hers.
He knew he'd pay for this in hairy hands, but as long as it didn't appear too badly in the next few hours, Adam felt it was worth it. As long as Maeve didn't notice. As soon as he came to this conclusion he brought his eyes back up, not wanting her to think anything was wrong. It was easy enough to forget it all with her moving on his lap and her lips on his; within a few moments Adam could feel his pants growing tight, a warmth in his groin he'd deeply missed in the last weeks.
Lips opened as soon as she pushed for them to, Adam's hands growing bolder as her kisses did; he slid his hands once up over her breasts then went to cup them and gently squeeze, a thumb running over the still fabric-covered nipple. He kept his hands there as she pulled away, grinning at her admission. "Well, that's a compliment. It took a lot of willpower not to ask for this when I first met you on my end too." True, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy it in quite the way he was now, but who didn't like hearing a pretty lady moan?
He did move his hands away after speaking, slid them down her sides and then pulled off his own shirt, tossing it to the floor. Adam was lean, with lightly defined arm and chest muscles frozen now in time from years of horse riding and eating when he could; hair (perhaps more than usual at the moment) ran across his chest and down to his navel, then under his belt. As soon as the shirt hit the ground he had his hands back on Maeve, stroking over her chest and thighs, lips hungrily asking for more kisses against hers.
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
