Maeve
A soft laugh bubbles up in her throat and she finishes off her coffee, "That is yet to be determined." Maeve reaches down the front of her shirt, producing another feather with an arched brow, but she's smiling as she does it. Maeve sets it down with the other three she's collected thus far.
He confirms that they are well past that point and they are. At least for the most part. Of course, there are some things they haven't faced, but that's okay. They were getting to know each other and she was helping him through it all. Happily. Willingly. It was good for them both. After what happened with Aurelia and with Locke leaving for Stormbreak. He wasn't the only one who needed distracting. "Of course. Until Nate gets back. Anything else we can address afterwards, no?" Not that there is anything else. They're friends. Friends who might fuck occasionally. That's all it is.
Maeve stands after he takes her coffee cup, heading back into the living room to where she they discarded her clothes the night before. She redresses after he finds her dress and corset, folding his shirt and placing it on the edge of the couch before she's putting on her shoes. With that done, the Madame looks fairly put together. Minus the slightly unruly hair and lack of makeup, she looks much like she did when she showed up at his door last night.
He confirms that they are well past that point and they are. At least for the most part. Of course, there are some things they haven't faced, but that's okay. They were getting to know each other and she was helping him through it all. Happily. Willingly. It was good for them both. After what happened with Aurelia and with Locke leaving for Stormbreak. He wasn't the only one who needed distracting. "Of course. Until Nate gets back. Anything else we can address afterwards, no?" Not that there is anything else. They're friends. Friends who might fuck occasionally. That's all it is.
Maeve stands after he takes her coffee cup, heading back into the living room to where she they discarded her clothes the night before. She redresses after he finds her dress and corset, folding his shirt and placing it on the edge of the couch before she's putting on her shoes. With that done, the Madame looks fairly put together. Minus the slightly unruly hair and lack of makeup, she looks much like she did when she showed up at his door last night.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
