Maeve
They find their way back down to the living room and the rain is still falling outside, pattering gently against the windows that are covered by curtains, keeping anyone from seeing into the room. She's caught in the middle of the room, eyes running from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet and fuck if she doesn't like what she sees. Maeve takes a step forward, only thinking of of running her hands over his body and tracing his scars with her tongue, but he's giving her instructions so that will just have to wait. She nods, bottom lip caught between her teeth as a quiet laugh bubbles up in her chest. "I don't think they'd appreciate that. Remi will likely complain about the smell."
Maeve doesn't drop her own towel yet, choosing to keep it on while she searches for the necessary materials for their makeshift nest. It takes her a few minutes, but she eventually comes back with an armful of blankets from the hall closet, dropping them unceremoniously on the couch. She starts spreading out blankets and pillows, arranging them this way and that until there is a plush surface to rest on. Maeve finally tugs off her towel, using it to roughly dry her hair before tossing it over the back of the chair with Locke's.
She settles in the little nest, curling up on her side as she tugs one of the lighter blankets to cover her body against the chill. Maeve watches him with heavily lidded eyes, irises dark with lust as she watches him crawl towards her and as soon as he gets close enough she reaches for him. Maeve catches one of his hands, tugging him towards her as her head falls back against the pillow, "Hey again.." Maeve hums, flashing him a small smile as her free hand slips into his damp curls, drawing him closer. "Fancy meeting you here." Her tone is playful, edging on something incredibly sweet as he moves to cover her body with his own. The heat is still swirling in her belly and she wants nothing more than to pick up where they left off, but she doesn't want to push him either. They're still trying to find that balance of this, but the ache between her thighs is growing hard to ignore.
Maeve doesn't drop her own towel yet, choosing to keep it on while she searches for the necessary materials for their makeshift nest. It takes her a few minutes, but she eventually comes back with an armful of blankets from the hall closet, dropping them unceremoniously on the couch. She starts spreading out blankets and pillows, arranging them this way and that until there is a plush surface to rest on. Maeve finally tugs off her towel, using it to roughly dry her hair before tossing it over the back of the chair with Locke's.
She settles in the little nest, curling up on her side as she tugs one of the lighter blankets to cover her body against the chill. Maeve watches him with heavily lidded eyes, irises dark with lust as she watches him crawl towards her and as soon as he gets close enough she reaches for him. Maeve catches one of his hands, tugging him towards her as her head falls back against the pillow, "Hey again.." Maeve hums, flashing him a small smile as her free hand slips into his damp curls, drawing him closer. "Fancy meeting you here." Her tone is playful, edging on something incredibly sweet as he moves to cover her body with his own. The heat is still swirling in her belly and she wants nothing more than to pick up where they left off, but she doesn't want to push him either. They're still trying to find that balance of this, but the ache between her thighs is growing hard to ignore.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
