the wolves are watching

Maeve

His lips brush across her skin as he speaks and she sighs at the feeling, eyes fluttering closed as she basks in his afterglow with him. She likes him like this. So sweet and warm. Still craving her touch and needing her in his arms. It's easy to melt into him and forget the world outside of this place for a while. "Perhaps I should only wear pearls for you from now on. What do you think?" Maeve hums, nails scratching idly at his scalp, feeling him press into her hand like it's the best feeling in the world. The sudden tickle of fur against her arm causes her eyes to flutter and she can't resist letting her fingers brush over this too. She really did have a way of bringing out his shifts.

He nuzzles closer to her and she rubs her cheek back against his, returning the affection easily as they lose themselves to each other in her bed. The storm rages outside, battering her windows, and begging to be let in, but in here it's just them. Their skin, whispered words, and soft touches. Nothing else. She giggles, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, "You'd just be inviting the gossip at that point, dear Flood. What will all of Torchline think when they find out that Madame is your personal whore?" She teases, turning her head so she can press a kiss against his skin, smiling into him as her nose nuzzles the same spot, breathing in his musk.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up