Maeve
He doesn't apologize plainly. There is no 'I'm sorry' that comes from his lips, but she knows he's thinking it with that smile he gives and the way his touch is oh so light against her skin. Maeve shakes her head, giving him a small smile back, "I don't mind marks. I actually rather like them." She admits, a huff of a laugh catching in her throat as she snuggles close to him and he lets her, sharing his warmth with her without complaint. Maeve hums softly, her own fingers running lightly over his back, trailing along his spine as he speaks of Longheat.
"I've been told I run cold. My hands are always freezing. Sometimes Longheat feels like the only time I can get warm." She responds in kind, lifting her cheek from its resting place when he begins to guide her back towards the shower. Maeve doesn't bother watching her step, trusting him to keep her going in the right direction or from slipping. Which is exactly what he does until they're stepping into the shower, steam billowing around them and making the air thick. Maeve lets him unwrap one of her arms and she extends it until the tips of her fingers can test the water. It's perfect and finally she steps under the spray, her back still pressed against his chest. Maeve closes her eyes, head tilting back as she groans, the water already begining to work on her sore muscles. "I needed this."
Whether she's referring to the night as a whole or the shower is unclear, but she lets the water warm her skin and wash away the day. Maeve invites him to keep touching her, drawing one of his hands along her skin before hers continue their own path.
"I've been told I run cold. My hands are always freezing. Sometimes Longheat feels like the only time I can get warm." She responds in kind, lifting her cheek from its resting place when he begins to guide her back towards the shower. Maeve doesn't bother watching her step, trusting him to keep her going in the right direction or from slipping. Which is exactly what he does until they're stepping into the shower, steam billowing around them and making the air thick. Maeve lets him unwrap one of her arms and she extends it until the tips of her fingers can test the water. It's perfect and finally she steps under the spray, her back still pressed against his chest. Maeve closes her eyes, head tilting back as she groans, the water already begining to work on her sore muscles. "I needed this."
Whether she's referring to the night as a whole or the shower is unclear, but she lets the water warm her skin and wash away the day. Maeve invites him to keep touching her, drawing one of his hands along her skin before hers continue their own path.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
