Maeve
It makes her laugh and she rolls her eyes at him with a shake of her head, "Of course not." Maeve sighs, adjusting herself to rest more comfortably in his lap. Her body stretches out, still on display for him to look at and touch all her wants. Be it little exploratory brushes of his fingers or more forward grasps of his hands. Her brow arches at his answer as she takes a drag from the cigarette, "Not true! The underthings I wore swimming were cream. Also, the camisole I had on when we met was gray." Not to mention that her shawl was purple, but she had proved her point already. At the mention of payment her brows knit together and she shakes her head, "You don't have to pay me anything. Not sure what you're going on about, dear Flood."
This wasn't work. She came here as a friend. A friend who wanted to check on him and just happened ending up fucking him too. So no, payment was not necessary and she would hear nothing about it. End of discussion. She's about to tell him as much when the invitation to stay slips past his lips. Her eyes find his and she smiles softly as he gives her thigh a gentle squeeze, "Thank you. I'll take you up on that." Maeve wasn't exactly afraid of walking around at night, but she knew that certain parts were safer than others. Making her way back to town this late from the cliffs would definitely pose some issues that went beyond ruined underwear.
"I was preparing to make the trek, but I'm admittedly glad you're allowing me to stay." Maeve admits softly, finishing off the cigarette and stubbing out the butt in the tray before leaning back against his chest. Her fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding the cup towards her lips and she takes a small sip, licking her lips.
This wasn't work. She came here as a friend. A friend who wanted to check on him and just happened ending up fucking him too. So no, payment was not necessary and she would hear nothing about it. End of discussion. She's about to tell him as much when the invitation to stay slips past his lips. Her eyes find his and she smiles softly as he gives her thigh a gentle squeeze, "Thank you. I'll take you up on that." Maeve wasn't exactly afraid of walking around at night, but she knew that certain parts were safer than others. Making her way back to town this late from the cliffs would definitely pose some issues that went beyond ruined underwear.
"I was preparing to make the trek, but I'm admittedly glad you're allowing me to stay." Maeve admits softly, finishing off the cigarette and stubbing out the butt in the tray before leaning back against his chest. Her fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding the cup towards her lips and she takes a small sip, licking her lips.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
