Maeve
"You won't be able to go into your office without thinking about it at least a little bit." Maeve replies with a smile that's just as devious as his. They're quite a pair when it comes to this. Both whip smart and willing to dish it out. Their attempts to move fail and they're falling back into bed together, Jata doing his best to defend against her teasing. She doesn't let him get away with it for a second. "Jata, darling, I felt them quiver. You couldn't even make it a step." Maeve huffs with a laugh, reaching up to cup his cheek before she grins as he huffs his feigned annoyance with her. "Awe... Don't pout, beastie. I'm not gonna tell."
He tries once more, this time successfully carrying her through her apartment and into her bathroom. Gently he sets her down, hands finding her hips as he tucks his wings back in behind his back. Maeve arches a brow up at him and she cocks her head to the side, "Proud of yourself are you? It was rather impressive. You carried me a whole... what is it? A hundred or so feet? I'm absolutely amazed." She drawls, looking up at him as a grin tugs on her lips and she runs her hands down his chest before finding his hips too, squeezing gently.
The bathtub isn't like his. It's a large clawfoot tub and he'll be able to fit into it. They might have to squeeze a little bit and there will be very little space between them, but that doesn't matter too much. Not with how close they've already been. Maeve doesn't have to stray far from him and she's grateful because her own legs are shaky. Even though she won't admit to it. She starts to fill up the tub with hot water, sprinkling a few tablespoon of Epsom salts as well as some oils before she's making sure her soaps are set within reach. Maeve drifts back to him as the tub fills, rising up on her tip toes to loop her arms around his neck, tugging him down for another kiss.
He tries once more, this time successfully carrying her through her apartment and into her bathroom. Gently he sets her down, hands finding her hips as he tucks his wings back in behind his back. Maeve arches a brow up at him and she cocks her head to the side, "Proud of yourself are you? It was rather impressive. You carried me a whole... what is it? A hundred or so feet? I'm absolutely amazed." She drawls, looking up at him as a grin tugs on her lips and she runs her hands down his chest before finding his hips too, squeezing gently.
The bathtub isn't like his. It's a large clawfoot tub and he'll be able to fit into it. They might have to squeeze a little bit and there will be very little space between them, but that doesn't matter too much. Not with how close they've already been. Maeve doesn't have to stray far from him and she's grateful because her own legs are shaky. Even though she won't admit to it. She starts to fill up the tub with hot water, sprinkling a few tablespoon of Epsom salts as well as some oils before she's making sure her soaps are set within reach. Maeve drifts back to him as the tub fills, rising up on her tip toes to loop her arms around his neck, tugging him down for another kiss.
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
