Maeve
Maeve spots his fangs and that's the first hint that she has to tell the mood is shifting. Images of their last night together flash through her head, the feeling of those same fangs pressing into her skin as he had his way with her. Her breath picks up, becoming a touch more shallow as her heart starts to beat faster in her chest. It seems he knows just what buttons to push. Even as he laughs he already has her straining for his next touch. For his voice and his gaze on her. "Have you showed her the wonders of chocolate chip pancakes? Surely that would put stars to shame..." Maeve murmurs, offering up a possible solution to a problem she's not majorly concerned with at the moment.
Not when he runs his fingers into her hair, curling them at the nape of her neck as if to guide her closer to him and she goes willingly. Oh so willingly. Maeve licks her lips, leaning forward as her eyes dip down to his lips, already longing to taste them again. His hand finds her bare knee, resting there lightly much like her own hand rests on his. She's not dressed up this time. Instead she might as well be in pajamas. A thin camisole and a pair of matching shorts, a light sweater over top of them and her feet are bare. Goosebumps rise across her skin as his thumb brushes over her skin, sparking heat in her belly.
Maeve arches a brow to match him, humming softly as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, "Well don't I feel special. A personal visit from the Governor of Torchline himself." She teases, voice already beginning to pitch up into something a touch breathy. Her lips form a soft smirk and she drops her gaze almost demurely before she's raising her chin again, angling herself closer for a kiss. "We could... I wouldn't be opposed at all. We could test that among other things." Not that they really have other things to test, but there is a lot they could do. So much they could do and she's more than happy to explore all of them with him.
Not when he runs his fingers into her hair, curling them at the nape of her neck as if to guide her closer to him and she goes willingly. Oh so willingly. Maeve licks her lips, leaning forward as her eyes dip down to his lips, already longing to taste them again. His hand finds her bare knee, resting there lightly much like her own hand rests on his. She's not dressed up this time. Instead she might as well be in pajamas. A thin camisole and a pair of matching shorts, a light sweater over top of them and her feet are bare. Goosebumps rise across her skin as his thumb brushes over her skin, sparking heat in her belly.
Maeve arches a brow to match him, humming softly as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, "Well don't I feel special. A personal visit from the Governor of Torchline himself." She teases, voice already beginning to pitch up into something a touch breathy. Her lips form a soft smirk and she drops her gaze almost demurely before she's raising her chin again, angling herself closer for a kiss. "We could... I wouldn't be opposed at all. We could test that among other things." Not that they really have other things to test, but there is a lot they could do. So much they could do and she's more than happy to explore all of them 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
