Maeve
They stay like that for a bit. His fingers trailing over her skin lightly as she rests against his chest, tracing he lines of his tattoos absentmindedly. It's only when the water starts to go cold and he doesn't move that she lifts her head. He's not looking at her. Instead his eyes are trained on a spot beyond her, unfocused as his jaw twitches with the way he keeps clenching it. That won't do at all. She just got him relaxed and now he's tangling himself up in knots all over again.
Maeve reaches up, taking his face between her hands and tugging him down as she raises up on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. It isn't as heated as before. Almost soft if not for the nip she gives his bottom lip in reprimand. Her lips are insistent, kissing him until he's focusing on her again. Until his hands are grasping her hips instead of just resting there. Maeve draws back, a flush on her cheeks as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. "You're getting in your head again, Jata. Let it be for tonight, okay? Just be here." She murmurs gently, eyes soft and full of understanding as she gazes up at him.
"Let's get dried off. If I remember correctly you have a crackling fire downstairs and I'd rather like to lay in front of it." She makes the decision for him, not allowing him to lull and linger in those feelings that surround going to bed. They don't have to be in a bed. There are plenty of blankets in this house. They can make a bed of their own as far as she's concerned.
Maeve reaches up, taking his face between her hands and tugging him down as she raises up on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. It isn't as heated as before. Almost soft if not for the nip she gives his bottom lip in reprimand. Her lips are insistent, kissing him until he's focusing on her again. Until his hands are grasping her hips instead of just resting there. Maeve draws back, a flush on her cheeks as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes. "You're getting in your head again, Jata. Let it be for tonight, okay? Just be here." She murmurs gently, eyes soft and full of understanding as she gazes up at him.
"Let's get dried off. If I remember correctly you have a crackling fire downstairs and I'd rather like to lay in front of it." She makes the decision for him, not allowing him to lull and linger in those feelings that surround going to bed. They don't have to be in a bed. There are plenty of blankets in this house. They can make a bed of their own as far as she's concerned.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
