(SE) we can just dance to this

Maeve

He doesn't chase her at first and it makes her steps falter. She slips on slick stone, barely keeping her balance as she slows just enough to make sure he's going to follow. He does a moment later, stumbling just as she did and she giggles. Maeve blinks rain from her eyes, taking off across the plaza with no where really in mind to go except away from him. Until he catches up. Which is ultimately the goal. Maeve thinks that she might actually keep her lead, but it's been a while since she's worked out. Since she's had the opprotunity to stretch out her muscles between the monsoons and her injuries. She's winded sooner than she might be under usual circumstances, having to slow down lest the burning in her lungs becomes too much.

His arms are around her seconds later, grabbing her waist and she squeals in delight, kicking her feet out as he lifts her from the cobblestones. She's laughing, bright and clear, the sound like music in the air as she squirms in his arms. "No fair! You have longer legs!" Maeve pouts, laughter still bubbling up past her lips as she twists in his arms, her own coming up to loop around his neck as her head tilts back to look up at him. Her chest heaves, pressing against his as she catches her breath, the rain water making the tops of her breasts obvious through the saturated fabric of the tank top.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death