Maeve
He holds her more tightly, pressing her closer to his chest as he nuzzles against the top of her head. She clings to him a bit more in turn, soaking in his warmth and the comfort he offers her. They're both feeling a bit clingy, holding on to each other tightly in the wake of the storm. He starts to speak and she lifts her head so she can look up at him, green eyes soft in the flickering firelight that fills the room. Her fingers don't stop shifting through his hair, brushing gently through dark curls. Maeve's brows knit together as he trails off and she waits for the other shoe to drop.
But...? But what? But I don't want you here? But I don't need you here? But this doesn't mean anything? That isn't what he says. You need to focus on you. Maeve blinks in surprise, but slowly relaxes after a moment. His words sinking, the gentle reminder warming her in a way she wasn't expecting. Maeve leans into his touch, turning to press a kiss into his palm before his fingers are skating over her neck and shoulder, teasing across the pearls that still rest on her neck. "Okay... Write me if you need anything? Promise?" She murmurs, reaching up to grab the hand trailing across her skin, bringing it up to press kisses to his knuckles.
Her brow arches, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as a small smile curls on her lips, "Is that right? Guess you'll just have to come visit me then." Maeve hums, releasing his hand so she can cup his cheek, drawing him down for a kiss.
But...? But what? But I don't want you here? But I don't need you here? But this doesn't mean anything? That isn't what he says. You need to focus on you. Maeve blinks in surprise, but slowly relaxes after a moment. His words sinking, the gentle reminder warming her in a way she wasn't expecting. Maeve leans into his touch, turning to press a kiss into his palm before his fingers are skating over her neck and shoulder, teasing across the pearls that still rest on her neck. "Okay... Write me if you need anything? Promise?" She murmurs, reaching up to grab the hand trailing across her skin, bringing it up to press kisses to his knuckles.
Her brow arches, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as a small smile curls on her lips, "Is that right? Guess you'll just have to come visit me then." Maeve hums, releasing his hand so she can cup his cheek, drawing him down for a kiss.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
