Maeve
Sweetheart. He called her sweetheart. It makes her breath catch in her throat and a flush rise to her cheeks. If they weren't already pink from the bath it would be more noticeable. When was the last time anyone called her such a thing? She can't even remember. Not a single time in recent months that someone uttered that term to her. Maeve makes a show of pouting up at him when he joins her at the mirror, drying off his earrings. "You don't know what I'm capable of. Maybe I could. How would you even know, huh?" She shoots back because she just has to prove a point. Has to be a brat.
"Of course I wouldn't complain. I loved every second of it." Maeve hums, placing her towel back on the hook and taking care of her hair. He nudges her with his elbow and she huffs, swaying a little bit before she regains her foots. "Get back in bed, you brute." Maeve laughs, giving him a little push to urge him back into the main area. He moves ahead of her and she trails behind him, snatching the book of matches she has in one of the drawers. The Madame doesn't bother with clothes. No need when she's just going to be getting back in bed to cuddle with him. She does pause to add a few more logs to the fire that's burned a little low, flaring it back to life before she's drifting towards the bed.
Her fingers wrap around the bottle of rum from earlier, bringing it with her as she joins him where he's settled. This time the blankets are pulled back for sleeping. Once she's settled against him, back to his chest, she pulls the blankets over both of them. Maeve strikes the match for him, lighting his cigarette before blowing out the flame and tossing it into the ash tray on the nightstand. She takes a swig of the rum, sighing as her head drops back against his shoulder. "So... I have something to tell you."
"Of course I wouldn't complain. I loved every second of it." Maeve hums, placing her towel back on the hook and taking care of her hair. He nudges her with his elbow and she huffs, swaying a little bit before she regains her foots. "Get back in bed, you brute." Maeve laughs, giving him a little push to urge him back into the main area. He moves ahead of her and she trails behind him, snatching the book of matches she has in one of the drawers. The Madame doesn't bother with clothes. No need when she's just going to be getting back in bed to cuddle with him. She does pause to add a few more logs to the fire that's burned a little low, flaring it back to life before she's drifting towards the bed.
Her fingers wrap around the bottle of rum from earlier, bringing it with her as she joins him where he's settled. This time the blankets are pulled back for sleeping. Once she's settled against him, back to his chest, she pulls the blankets over both of them. Maeve strikes the match for him, lighting his cigarette before blowing out the flame and tossing it into the ash tray on the nightstand. She takes a swig of the rum, sighing as her head drops back against his shoulder. "So... I have something to tell you."
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
