Maeve
If Maeve wasn't already so distracted by him then she might have laughed. She definitely would have teased him. Except she is completely distracted by his touch, the heat coming off of his body, and that smirk she's already growing so fond of. She licks her lips, waiting with baited breath for him to close the distance, but then he's mentioning the notice board and her cheeks flush further. "Truth be told I wasn't actually expecting you to read it." Maeve huffs, lips tugging up into a faint smile as he maintains that last bit of space between them. "Yes... Plenty of positions we've yet to try, dear Flood." She murmurs, lips brushing against his before she's accepting his kiss and already leaning forward for more.
He puts space between them, fingers teasing across her skin, tracing the notches of her spine and teasing along her thigh. Maeve laughs softly, her free hand slipping up his chest to curl at his neck, "I have a bed... A perfectly good one. Plenty of space for you and me in it." She hums, dipping forward to initiate a kiss of her own, giving herself a brief taste of his lips. "Unless you have an affinity for couches. Otherwise I suppose we could stay here."
He puts space between them, fingers teasing across her skin, tracing the notches of her spine and teasing along her thigh. Maeve laughs softly, her free hand slipping up his chest to curl at his neck, "I have a bed... A perfectly good one. Plenty of space for you and me in it." She hums, dipping forward to initiate a kiss of her own, giving herself a brief taste of his lips. "Unless you have an affinity for couches. Otherwise I suppose we could stay here."
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
