Maeve
It wasn't the easiest to get, but they could get some if he wanted it. Could indulge in it together here along with all the other delights they found in each other. Admittedly, it put a damper on things knowing that they couldn't have all the fun without being here, but they could still do things. Maybe Maeve could convince him to see her more at work. "We'll have to try it one day. Bet you'd like it. It's one hell of an upper." She murmured against his throat, continuing to bribe him with kisses and swipes of her tongue, molding her body to his once more. "The Voice seems like a fucking stick in the mud. What's the point of living so long if you can't do anything?" Maeve voiced his thoughts between nips and kisses, finding her way back to his lips.
He was struggling. She could feel it in the way he remained tensed beneath her, but they wouldn't be there for much longer. Soon they'd be riding the wave that came with an Ascended's bite towards something much sweeter. Her hand slipped between them, over his chest and down his torso to find his cock, starting to stroke slowly as he mouthed at her throat. Slender fingers slipped into her hair, drawing it away from her neck so he could bare her skin to him. A shiver ran up her spine, causing her breath to catch in her throat in anticipation. It was sweet how he reminded her that they could stop. To tell him if it hurt. She wasn't worried about the pain. Not when she knew what came after.
"Bite me, Adam. Je veux sentir tes dents sur ma peau." He might recognize the French that slipped off her tongue, coloring the air with the soft language as she moved to straddle his hips. It only took him a moment to give her what she wanted. A hiss of breath pushed past her teeth, eyes fluttering closed as fangs sank cleanly into her skin. It was the first bite that wasn't on her wrist and that somehow made it better. Made it special. The heat washed over her in a flood and she felt herself already growing slick between her legs, eagerly rocking her hips forward in search of friction. "Fuck."
He was struggling. She could feel it in the way he remained tensed beneath her, but they wouldn't be there for much longer. Soon they'd be riding the wave that came with an Ascended's bite towards something much sweeter. Her hand slipped between them, over his chest and down his torso to find his cock, starting to stroke slowly as he mouthed at her throat. Slender fingers slipped into her hair, drawing it away from her neck so he could bare her skin to him. A shiver ran up her spine, causing her breath to catch in her throat in anticipation. It was sweet how he reminded her that they could stop. To tell him if it hurt. She wasn't worried about the pain. Not when she knew what came after.
"Bite me, Adam. Je veux sentir tes dents sur ma peau." He might recognize the French that slipped off her tongue, coloring the air with the soft language as she moved to straddle his hips. It only took him a moment to give her what she wanted. A hiss of breath pushed past her teeth, eyes fluttering closed as fangs sank cleanly into her skin. It was the first bite that wasn't on her wrist and that somehow made it better. Made it special. The heat washed over her in a flood and she felt herself already growing slick between her legs, eagerly rocking her hips forward in search of friction. "Fuck."
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
