Maeve
"And are technicalities called for here? Because if you're looking for an excuse to spend more time with me you don't have to try so hard." Maeve coos, resting against his chest with her forearms braced carefully against him. She's mindful not to dig her elbows into him. Not that she thinks he'd complain all that much, but she's trying to be a good passenger. Maeve lets her fingers play over his skin, tracing tattoos and scars with featherlight touches as the water washed over his chest.
His own hands shifts from her back to instead grip her legs at the crook of her knees, keeping her anchored to him. Not that she would dare think to move away. Even if they were on land and not floating offshore. He huffs something that could be considered a laugh and it makes her grin grow, "So you've thought of being beneath me? How lovely." She coos, bending so they are almost nose to nose as she relaxes atop him. Maeve nods, hair falling forward into her eyes as she gazes down at him, "It is nice... I could get used to this."
His own hands shifts from her back to instead grip her legs at the crook of her knees, keeping her anchored to him. Not that she would dare think to move away. Even if they were on land and not floating offshore. He huffs something that could be considered a laugh and it makes her grin grow, "So you've thought of being beneath me? How lovely." She coos, bending so they are almost nose to nose as she relaxes atop him. Maeve nods, hair falling forward into her eyes as she gazes down at him, "It is nice... I could get used to this."
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
