Maeve
The myriad of names that fall from his lips are all delightful in their own rights. He bites the sensitive flesh over her pulse, making her shiver as she arches against him. Mine. Mine. Mine. It echoes in her head and a moan pushes past her lips, "Yes. Yours." She repeats because she is his. Even if she has feelings for Sunjata. It doesn't matter. Sunjata doesn't want her. Locke does. He wants her. Everything about her. All of her broken pieces and her mistakes.
To think it could have been like this before. She hates that they didn't give in to this sooner. Maeve isn't sure they would have been able to if he hadn't left her to go to Stormbreak. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and she's inclined to believe it. That fluttering is back in her chest, making her pulse rabbit beneath his lips as he presses her into the wall. His hands stay firmly on her ass, holding her up with ease and she uses it to her advantage to lick and nip at his throat, pressing kisses into his skin almost lazily. It feels so good. So fucking right. She never wants to stop.
"I'll tell you what it means if you really want to know." She purrs, nipping lightly at the lobe of his ear, giving it a soft tug. Her nails scratch down his back lightly, leaving faint red marks in their wake as she begins to speak. "I said that I missed you. Missed your cock. Your tongue. Everything. Wish you never fucking left." Her words are breathier, pitched up into something decidedly needy and perhaps a touch shy. Maeve draws back from his throat to look at him, a small smile on her lips as her cheeks flush prettily. "It sounds prettier in French.."
To think it could have been like this before. She hates that they didn't give in to this sooner. Maeve isn't sure they would have been able to if he hadn't left her to go to Stormbreak. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and she's inclined to believe it. That fluttering is back in her chest, making her pulse rabbit beneath his lips as he presses her into the wall. His hands stay firmly on her ass, holding her up with ease and she uses it to her advantage to lick and nip at his throat, pressing kisses into his skin almost lazily. It feels so good. So fucking right. She never wants to stop.
"I'll tell you what it means if you really want to know." She purrs, nipping lightly at the lobe of his ear, giving it a soft tug. Her nails scratch down his back lightly, leaving faint red marks in their wake as she begins to speak. "I said that I missed you. Missed your cock. Your tongue. Everything. Wish you never fucking left." Her words are breathier, pitched up into something decidedly needy and perhaps a touch shy. Maeve draws back from his throat to look at him, a small smile on her lips as her cheeks flush prettily. "It sounds prettier in French.."
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
