the wolves are watching

Maeve

"Oh yeah? That makes perfect sense. Clearly I should take all of my advice from you." She drawls, rolling her eyes at him. Except he flashes his fangs and she shivers in response, heat trying to flare in her belly once more. Gods if she doesn't love them. It's perhaps a bit silly, but she really does. The way they look. The way they feel against her skin. If only she wasn't sore from their earlier romp, but he had done a number on her. She needs to rest.

Or what? Maeve lets her own lips curl into a smirk against his, humming softly in response. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She taunts him right back, baiting him to play. "Don't underestimate me just because I'm little. I could totally kick your ass." She absolutely can't. They both know it. That doesn't stop her from acting like she can. Maeve laughs softly, nudging her nose against his, "Someone was a bit rough this time. Not that I'm complaining." Maeve amends, not letting him think otherwise. He carefully helps her rinse off before tending to himself and she eventually untangles herself from him.

"A perfect end to the evening, no?" She asks, grabbing one of the hanging towels and drying herself off carefully before she's setting a towel out for him too. Once she's dry, Maeve returns it to it's hanging place, running her brush through her hair as she waits for him to join her.

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