Maeve
She has a feeling she would absolutely know if he wasn't behaving, but she looks up at him innocently from beneath her lashes, "Would I? How could I possibly know?" Maeve purrs, bottom lip drawing between her teeth as she tries to keep from laughing. She just wants to hear what he has in mind is all. Can't really blame her for that.
Her hands slip over his chest, palms smoothing across scars and tanned skin as she presses into his space, not giving him a chance to get away from her. "You say that like I'd actually have a reason to complain. Maybe I'll do the same." She hums, arching a brow as she tilts her head back to look at him before he's suddenly moving her, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the wall. Maeve's eyes go wide and she hisses softly at the chill against her heated skin. Her back arches away from the tile, only serving to press her lithe form into him instead.
Maeve licks her lips in anticipation, eyes dipping down to his own before he gets too close and she's left to let them flutter shut instead. Her lips part easily as his lips find hers and she's never going to get tired of this. How many almost kisses had they shared? How many times had she wanted to reach up to cup his cheek and pull him into her? Now she can. She can and he wants her to. Her fingers slip into his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as her other hand cups his jaw, thumb brushing against the underside of it. Maeve wastes no time licking into his mouth, tasting him all over again with a little groan as her body arches to mold itself against his.
Her hands slip over his chest, palms smoothing across scars and tanned skin as she presses into his space, not giving him a chance to get away from her. "You say that like I'd actually have a reason to complain. Maybe I'll do the same." She hums, arching a brow as she tilts her head back to look at him before he's suddenly moving her, pressing her back against the cool tiles of the wall. Maeve's eyes go wide and she hisses softly at the chill against her heated skin. Her back arches away from the tile, only serving to press her lithe form into him instead.
Maeve licks her lips in anticipation, eyes dipping down to his own before he gets too close and she's left to let them flutter shut instead. Her lips part easily as his lips find hers and she's never going to get tired of this. How many almost kisses had they shared? How many times had she wanted to reach up to cup his cheek and pull him into her? Now she can. She can and he wants her to. Her fingers slip into his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp as her other hand cups his jaw, thumb brushing against the underside of it. Maeve wastes no time licking into his mouth, tasting him all over again with a little groan as her body arches to mold itself against his.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
