Maeve
Maeve's eyes dip to the cigarette between his lips, watching him take a drag before the smoke blows out of his nostrils, swirling around them. He presses the cup into her hand and she takes a deep drink from it, eyes closing as it quenches another thirst that was neglected during their escapades. Her eyes flutter open as he takes the cup from her and places the cigarette between her fingers instead. That also comes up to her lips and she takes a long drag, humming softly at the familiar burn of smoke.
A brow arches as she finally notices the look on his face and she exhales a stream of smoke, "What? Something on my face?" She teases in response to the curiousity swimming in his steel gaze as she continues to lounge against his chest. "Or do you just like looking at me?" Maeve smirks around the filter of the cigarette, inhaling slowly as she waits for his answer. His hand is still warm against her skin, fingers teasing over the hut of her hip lightly.
A brow arches as she finally notices the look on his face and she exhales a stream of smoke, "What? Something on my face?" She teases in response to the curiousity swimming in his steel gaze as she continues to lounge against his chest. "Or do you just like looking at me?" Maeve smirks around the filter of the cigarette, inhaling slowly as she waits for his answer. His hand is still warm against her skin, fingers teasing over the hut of her hip lightly.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
