balancing on breaking branches

Maeve

She's grateful he doesn't ask. Maeve isn't sure she would have it in her to lie to him. She doesn't want to ruin this with her feelings. With the way he's found a place in her heart, sinking hooks into her that she can't undo. To fight against them would hurt too much. It would shred the already delicate piece of her. So Maeve sinks into it and onto him. She shudders, goosebumps prickling along her skin as his hands find home on her hips, thumbs almost adoringly swiping across the hollows there. "Jata..." Maeve breathes, the green of her irises shining with something that he won't be able to discern. There is no attuned bond to give away her feelings. She's safe in that way.

With clear intention he shifts on the couch, planting his feet on the floor as his thighs spread just enough that he can thrust. His grip on her hips keeps her steady even as her hands settle on his shoulders. One doesn't stay there long, instead choosing to slip into the hair at the nape of his neck, curling there as she brings him in for a kiss as he thrusts up into her. It isn't rough, but it's deep and she moans before their lips have a chance to meet. Her eyes fluttering shut at her forehead presses against his.

She can't move like she normally would. He's going to have to do the work for them this time. Maeve manages to rock her hips, grinding against him as he presses into her. Nothing but slick warmth surrounding him now as she pants into the kiss.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do