Maeve
Maeve takes his offered help, her own legs trembling as she sways with the grace of a fawn getting their legs under them for the first time. She follows him towards the chair, not knowing where else to go besides his lap. Maeve carefully climbs into his lap, curling herself up and letting her head rest against his shoulder. They're both naked, skin on skin as they remain tangled up together in his office chair. Her mind hasn't caught up yet and she's more than content to hide in this sanctuary they made for themselves. Fingertips run over his skin, absentmindedly tracing over his tattoos and scars as she curls against his chest. Her small form allowing her to do so with ease.
Finally the Madame finds her words even as she nuzzles against his throat, pressing her lips to the column of is neck, "Mmm... Was that distracting enough for you, dear Flood?" She asks softly, the words murmured against his skin as she lets her eyes close. Exhaustion begins to weigh on her limbs. The day and their activities catching up with her. She doesn't want to move. Not sure if she could at this point. Her lips curl into a smile as her nose runs along the length of his throat, pressing close to him as her eyes flutter closed once more.
Finally the Madame finds her words even as she nuzzles against his throat, pressing her lips to the column of is neck, "Mmm... Was that distracting enough for you, dear Flood?" She asks softly, the words murmured against his skin as she lets her eyes close. Exhaustion begins to weigh on her limbs. The day and their activities catching up with her. She doesn't want to move. Not sure if she could at this point. Her lips curl into a smile as her nose runs along the length of his throat, pressing close to him as her eyes flutter closed once more.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
