Maeve
The light smack to her ass has her squealing in delight, a giggle rising in her throat as she looked down at him with bright eyes. "You can always show me a good time here, love." She cooed, wiggling her ass just a little bit as if encouraging him to give it a squeeze. He was right about it being so much more fun to break those kinds of rules when people actually cared about them being broken. Still, she hoped that Adam would be willing to indulge in her little fantasies.
The Madame shook her head, leaning lightly against him with a sigh, "You didn't. If only things were that easy... Maybe things could be different." She murmurs softly, fingers slipping through his curls lightly, brushing them back from his face. Maeve wished she could take the heartache from him. That she could fix this mess he found himself in. That was beyond her. Despite how she craved to do so.
Adam was slipping back into that despair, eyes turning glassy and his words tight as he spoke about Amalia. The girl he loved so dearly that he would have done anything for. He lost her and Pet all in one fell swoop. Maeve knew he had a big heart. She could just tell. He was like her. They had love to give, but no one knew how to handle them. They barely knew how to handle themselves.
He returned her kiss, cupping her cheek lightly, thumb brushing over her skin gently as their lips molded together She kissed him until they were both breathless, chasing that ache away with the softness of her lips. "We do. We get each other." Maeve agreed easily, goosebumps rising across pale skin as he ran his fingers over her body, thumbs pressing into the little divots of her hips as he paid her another compliment. "And what enabled me to steal that spot, hm?" She asked with an arched brow, smile mischievous as she looked at him.
The Madame shook her head, leaning lightly against him with a sigh, "You didn't. If only things were that easy... Maybe things could be different." She murmurs softly, fingers slipping through his curls lightly, brushing them back from his face. Maeve wished she could take the heartache from him. That she could fix this mess he found himself in. That was beyond her. Despite how she craved to do so.
Adam was slipping back into that despair, eyes turning glassy and his words tight as he spoke about Amalia. The girl he loved so dearly that he would have done anything for. He lost her and Pet all in one fell swoop. Maeve knew he had a big heart. She could just tell. He was like her. They had love to give, but no one knew how to handle them. They barely knew how to handle themselves.
He returned her kiss, cupping her cheek lightly, thumb brushing over her skin gently as their lips molded together She kissed him until they were both breathless, chasing that ache away with the softness of her lips. "We do. We get each other." Maeve agreed easily, goosebumps rising across pale skin as he ran his fingers over her body, thumbs pressing into the little divots of her hips as he paid her another compliment. "And what enabled me to steal that spot, hm?" She asked with an arched brow, smile mischievous as she looked at him.
With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene
