Maeve
She watches his various shifts take hold, pulse starting to pick up in anticipation as green eyes rake over his form. The horns growing from his curls and rounding out before tapering into sharp points. His wings come next, fanning out from his back and curling around her just like they did that first night. Except this time she's prepared for them and prepared for the darkness they bring. He draws a breath from her as his hand tightens in her hair, tugging her a fraction closer to him so they're sharing breaths again. She licks her lips, eyes locked on his and she can just barely make out the slits in his eyes as he makes a sweet request of her.
A request that borders on a command and she's more than willing to oblige him. His chin lifts and she presses closer still, dipping her head to let her lips brush across his in a whisper of a kiss. "As you wish, beastie..." She breathes, that hand at his jaw guiding him forward so her lips finally find his. Maeve kisses him softly at first. Testing the waters, seeing what he likes with gentle swipes of her tongue and nips to his chapped bottom lip. Her eyes flutter shut as her head angles to deepen the kiss, teasing her tongue along the seam of his lips, urging him to part for her. The arm that was around his neck moves and she lets the hand slip down his chest, finding the hem of his shirt and the skin underneath.
As she shifts in his lap, the skirt of her dress rucks up around her thighs, baring the milky skin to him again. He's almost seen her naked before. When they went swimming together she might as well have been wearing nothing, but she's dressed for work. Which means there isn't simply functional undergarments hiding beneath fabric, but instead delicate lacey things that can be torn with teeth and claws if one is so inclined. Part of her would like him to be inclined. She truly wouldn't mind. She welcomes it.
He's nothing but heat and firm muscle against her, sinking into her bones and stirring up that urge in her belly. Her tongue finally pushes into his mouth, running along his own. The taste of the mead meets her with sweetness and honey, but it's mixed with him. She groans softly, trying her best to keep herself quiet as to not wake the girl sleeping upstairs. Only when her lungs start to scream in protest, burning desperately for air, does she allow herself to break the kiss. Instead her lips blaze a trail along his jaw, to his ear where teeth nip and tug at the lobe, before travelling down his throat. She finds his pulse with ease, tongue tracing along the fluttering vein before she's pressing her teeth there and sucking a mark into his skin.
She lifts her head, looking up at him with darkened eyes. The typical soft green of her irises replaced with something almost hedonistic as she dips in for another kiss. Maeve murmurs against his lips, feeding him her words as she refuses to pull back, "Wanted to do that the night we met... Wanted to do a lot of things with you so I could just forget." Which is what there are doing right now. Forgetting. Instead focusing on this and on each other in an attempt to banish the hurt for just a little while. Just for tonight.
A request that borders on a command and she's more than willing to oblige him. His chin lifts and she presses closer still, dipping her head to let her lips brush across his in a whisper of a kiss. "As you wish, beastie..." She breathes, that hand at his jaw guiding him forward so her lips finally find his. Maeve kisses him softly at first. Testing the waters, seeing what he likes with gentle swipes of her tongue and nips to his chapped bottom lip. Her eyes flutter shut as her head angles to deepen the kiss, teasing her tongue along the seam of his lips, urging him to part for her. The arm that was around his neck moves and she lets the hand slip down his chest, finding the hem of his shirt and the skin underneath.
As she shifts in his lap, the skirt of her dress rucks up around her thighs, baring the milky skin to him again. He's almost seen her naked before. When they went swimming together she might as well have been wearing nothing, but she's dressed for work. Which means there isn't simply functional undergarments hiding beneath fabric, but instead delicate lacey things that can be torn with teeth and claws if one is so inclined. Part of her would like him to be inclined. She truly wouldn't mind. She welcomes it.
He's nothing but heat and firm muscle against her, sinking into her bones and stirring up that urge in her belly. Her tongue finally pushes into his mouth, running along his own. The taste of the mead meets her with sweetness and honey, but it's mixed with him. She groans softly, trying her best to keep herself quiet as to not wake the girl sleeping upstairs. Only when her lungs start to scream in protest, burning desperately for air, does she allow herself to break the kiss. Instead her lips blaze a trail along his jaw, to his ear where teeth nip and tug at the lobe, before travelling down his throat. She finds his pulse with ease, tongue tracing along the fluttering vein before she's pressing her teeth there and sucking a mark into his skin.
She lifts her head, looking up at him with darkened eyes. The typical soft green of her irises replaced with something almost hedonistic as she dips in for another kiss. Maeve murmurs against his lips, feeding him her words as she refuses to pull back, "Wanted to do that the night we met... Wanted to do a lot of things with you so I could just forget." Which is what there are doing right now. Forgetting. Instead focusing on this and on each other in an attempt to banish the hurt for just a little while. Just for tonight.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
