Maeve
Maeve draws her head back enough that she can look up at him, a hint of surprise swirling in her eyes at his response. She doesn't let it linger. Instead she just offers him a soft smile and nods, "Later." She agrees, giving his sides a gentle squeeze before he's guiding her back beneath the spray. Delicately he works the tangles from her hair, getting rid of any lingering snarls in her curls. Maeve sighs, eyes sliding closed as she basks in the warmth of the water and the gentleness of his touch, letting any lingering anxieties be soothed by his attentions.
When his hand slips to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, she yelps before giggling and smacking playfully at his chest. "I thought we were behaving?" She drawls, arching a brow at him despite the way the heat in her belly flares at the sound of his soft growl. It sends shivers racing down her spine in the most delightful way. The contact is broken shortly after so he can rinse the water from his own hair, but he doesn't stop touching her completely. One of his hands captures hers, keeping her from going too far from him and she smiles as that fluttering starts all over again.
She hums in consideration of his question, head tilting to the side as the water continues to cascade down her body. It shapes to the soft curves of her waist, dipping into her navel, and running over her thighs. The water isn't shy about touching her everywhere and she watches as his eyes track the movements, breaths seeming to come faster. Maeve reaches back out for him, slipping a hand up his chest, tracing over the muscles of his torso before coming to rest at the nape of his neck. "Could stay in a little longer... Then maybe make a fire downstairs?"
When his hand slips to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, she yelps before giggling and smacking playfully at his chest. "I thought we were behaving?" She drawls, arching a brow at him despite the way the heat in her belly flares at the sound of his soft growl. It sends shivers racing down her spine in the most delightful way. The contact is broken shortly after so he can rinse the water from his own hair, but he doesn't stop touching her completely. One of his hands captures hers, keeping her from going too far from him and she smiles as that fluttering starts all over again.
She hums in consideration of his question, head tilting to the side as the water continues to cascade down her body. It shapes to the soft curves of her waist, dipping into her navel, and running over her thighs. The water isn't shy about touching her everywhere and she watches as his eyes track the movements, breaths seeming to come faster. Maeve reaches back out for him, slipping a hand up his chest, tracing over the muscles of his torso before coming to rest at the nape of his neck. "Could stay in a little longer... Then maybe make a fire downstairs?"
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
