Maeve
She likes the sound of his laugh. How it rumbles through him deep and rich. Maeve's smirk grows and she licks her lips, arching a brow at his comment on her possible moniker. "The Lavender, hm? Perhaps it's fitting. You'll just have to find out yourself." She purrs even as her cheeks flush prettily and the light that had dimmed earlier seems to be flaring back to life under his attention. Her head tilts just slightly as his thumb brushes across her skin, the movement meant to expose more of her throat to his touch.
It makes her laugh. The little comment about eating stars for breakfast and even though she knows it's true the idea of it is definitely something to bring a smile to her lips. "Stars for breakfast? My.. How could you compete with that?" Maeve smiles, shifting a bit closer to him as he continues to trail his fingers over the sensitive skin of her throat, encouraging the flush that was on her cheeks to travel down the column of her neck. She lets her free hand settle on his knee, resting there lightly and letting her own thumb brush across his knee.
Her brow arches, the smile on her lips shifting to something more mischievous as he reveals that bit of information. "Checking in on everything? Was I last on your list?" Maeve murmurs, inching a bit closer to him, encroaching on his space and she knows he's welcoming it. Welcoming her. Anticipation bubbles up in her belly as she waits for his confirmation, unsure if they were at a point where touch was welcome. Kisses expected and wanted. She would like to know where that boundary was so she could toe that line with him.
It makes her laugh. The little comment about eating stars for breakfast and even though she knows it's true the idea of it is definitely something to bring a smile to her lips. "Stars for breakfast? My.. How could you compete with that?" Maeve smiles, shifting a bit closer to him as he continues to trail his fingers over the sensitive skin of her throat, encouraging the flush that was on her cheeks to travel down the column of her neck. She lets her free hand settle on his knee, resting there lightly and letting her own thumb brush across his knee.
Her brow arches, the smile on her lips shifting to something more mischievous as he reveals that bit of information. "Checking in on everything? Was I last on your list?" Maeve murmurs, inching a bit closer to him, encroaching on his space and she knows he's welcoming it. Welcoming her. Anticipation bubbles up in her belly as she waits for his confirmation, unsure if they were at a point where touch was welcome. Kisses expected and wanted. She would like to know where that boundary was so she could toe that line with him.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
