Maeve
She rolls her eyes at him, huffing out a soft laugh, "Of course I'm warm right now. I've been stealing all of your body heat." Maeve quips back, reaching up to run her hands through her hair, pushing it back from her face as he starts to runs his hands over her body, fingers tracing each little line and divot. She sighs, drawing in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he grabs the soap to begin working it over her skin.
That smoky sandalwood scent mixes with the steam of the shower, swirling around him and she hums at the scent, eyes closing. Her own hands begin trailing over her skin, spreading silky suds over her tummy and breasts while he works on her neck and shoulders. If she wasn't relaxed before, that's definitely changing now. "I thin I can agree with you there. I also rather love baths. I'm admittedly a touch jealous of your tub." Maeve laughs softly, the sound echoing off of the tiles just enough to bounce back at them.
Once her skin has been sufficiently cleaned, Maeve turns to rinse off slowly, stepping back enough that he can move under the spray too. Once he's sufficiently doused, Maeve collects soap in her own hands and starts with his chest, building up a lather that she smooths over his torso. Her thumbs press into any tightness she finds, working it out of his muscles as she gazes up at him.
That smoky sandalwood scent mixes with the steam of the shower, swirling around him and she hums at the scent, eyes closing. Her own hands begin trailing over her skin, spreading silky suds over her tummy and breasts while he works on her neck and shoulders. If she wasn't relaxed before, that's definitely changing now. "I thin I can agree with you there. I also rather love baths. I'm admittedly a touch jealous of your tub." Maeve laughs softly, the sound echoing off of the tiles just enough to bounce back at them.
Once her skin has been sufficiently cleaned, Maeve turns to rinse off slowly, stepping back enough that he can move under the spray too. Once he's sufficiently doused, Maeve collects soap in her own hands and starts with his chest, building up a lather that she smooths over his torso. Her thumbs press into any tightness she finds, working it out of his muscles as she gazes up at him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
