Maeve
It's a small admission that he wants to be out here with her and it makes her smile into his neck as she rests there in his arms. Maeve preens with the praise, giving him a squeeze that might be a hug or her simply pressing closer to him. "I guess you make me want to try being brave." Maeve murmurs against his throat, lips brushing there lightly as she speaks. She nuzzles into the warmth of his skin and for the second time her heart starts to slow as the drift together.
Maeve huffs out a laugh to match his, focusing on the way his chest expands against hers. She can feel the water swishing this way and that as his tail keeps them in place, guiding them easily through the water as if it's second nature to him. Maeve lifts her head from his shoulder finally, letting her emerald gaze find his. The green of her irises having grown darker with the clouds that gather along the horizon with a promise of rain to come that evening. "Mmm.. Maybe. Only if I have the guarantee that a certain beastie will be nearby." She arches a dark brow, a smile curling on her lips as she tosses her new nickname at him with an ease that makes it feel like she's been referring to him that way for ages.
Maeve huffs out a laugh to match his, focusing on the way his chest expands against hers. She can feel the water swishing this way and that as his tail keeps them in place, guiding them easily through the water as if it's second nature to him. Maeve lifts her head from his shoulder finally, letting her emerald gaze find his. The green of her irises having grown darker with the clouds that gather along the horizon with a promise of rain to come that evening. "Mmm.. Maybe. Only if I have the guarantee that a certain beastie will be nearby." She arches a dark brow, a smile curling on her lips as she tosses her new nickname at him with an ease that makes it feel like she's been referring to him that way for ages.
These violent delights
Have violent ends
Have violent ends
