the wolves are watching

Maeve

He holds her more tightly, drawing her close to himself as they share that kiss. A kiss that leaves her flushed and wanting already, but he accepts her proposal for a drink, pressing an even sweeter kiss to her cheek. Sunjata finally releases her so she can find that bottle of rum. Maeve climbs out of bed after untangling herself from him, making a bit of a show of stretching, knowing he can see her. That he's watching her. Maeve glances back at him from over her shoulder, tossing him a little wink before she's moving through her room with ease. She reaches the little kitchenette, spotting the rum up on a shelf and she has to stretch to grab it, rising up on her toes to pluck it from its resting place.

Maeve turns back to him, a triumphant smile on her face as she shakes the bottle at him, the contents sloshing softly inside. She doesn't bother with glasses, instead moving to the edge of the bed and climbing back in, crawling towards him on her knees before she's flopping back down beside him. The pillows embracing her as she curls against his side, yanking the cork from the bottle. Maeve takes a swig before passing it to him so he can do the same. The last time she had this rum it was with Aurelia. When the smuggler told her that she was a mistake. For a moment, her eyes grow distant as she snuggles back against his side. Her arm settles back over his waist, fingers tracing lightly over her skin

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