Maeve
She hums softly, tangling her legs with his as her arm slings lightly over his waist, "Maybe... Perhaps after the storms pass. I'll need something to keep me company with you gone." Maeve murmurs, fingers tracing across his skin, following the few scars that litter his chest. The tips of his fingers tease over where her tattoo hides beneath her sleep shirt, tracing lines he's become intimate with other the past few weeks. Despite it being covered by fabric he follows all of the lines accurately as his lips press a tender kiss to her forehead. Her eyes flutter with it and she lets them close as a sigh pushes past her lips.
"There you go comparing me to the divine again. Don't let Safrin or Frey hear you talking like that. They'll certainly take offense." She says with a soft laugh, snuggling herself closer to him. The blankets are warm her bare skin, cocooning them in safety that she's not wanting to leave. Maeve rolls her eyes at him, laying her head against his chest, "More for you indeed." She tilts her head to the side as he presses the kiss to her temple before settling closer to him again. Maeve doesn't miss the lust in his voice, but they're being good. He's being good. She's tired and simply savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.
His apology is quiet and it makes her lift her head. She looks down at him, a sadness in her eyes as she reaches up to cup his cheek, smiling softly down at him. "It's okay, Locke. I understand. You have to go. I'll be alright and we'll write to one another." She murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek before laying her head back against his chest, eyes closing with a sigh. "It's good you're getting out. It what you want."
"There you go comparing me to the divine again. Don't let Safrin or Frey hear you talking like that. They'll certainly take offense." She says with a soft laugh, snuggling herself closer to him. The blankets are warm her bare skin, cocooning them in safety that she's not wanting to leave. Maeve rolls her eyes at him, laying her head against his chest, "More for you indeed." She tilts her head to the side as he presses the kiss to her temple before settling closer to him again. Maeve doesn't miss the lust in his voice, but they're being good. He's being good. She's tired and simply savoring the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.
His apology is quiet and it makes her lift her head. She looks down at him, a sadness in her eyes as she reaches up to cup his cheek, smiling softly down at him. "It's okay, Locke. I understand. You have to go. I'll be alright and we'll write to one another." She murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek before laying her head back against his chest, eyes closing with a sigh. "It's good you're getting out. It what you want."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
