Maeve
She snorts, reaching up to cover her mouth with her hand at that comment so her laugh doesn't startle both of them. Maeve doesn't even know if Remi will notice. He probably will given what she's pretty sure they're about to do. Especially if the way he's looking at her is anything to go off of. His eyes run up the length of her body, muscles coiled as he crawls over her leisurely, caging her in once again. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth as she looks up at him, fingers running through his still damp curls. "Not usually, but I'm trying something new." Maeve hums as the corners of her lips curl into a playful smile while her free hand runs down his side, sliding along his hip to his ass, giving it an appreciative squeeze.
Her brow arches, head tilting to the side slightly as her eyes spark with interest, "I like games." She responds, waiting for him to enlighten her further. What would it be? Never have I ever? Two truths and a lie? Strip poker even though they're both already naked? Locke dips his head down to trail kisses along the column of her throat and she arches, exposing more of her skin for him to taste. He takes the hand in his hair, pinning it above her head against the blankets, making her squirm. She sucks in a breath, lips parting with her exhale as she holds his gaze. The green of her irises are lost to her pupils, blown out with need as she shivers beneath him. They are definitely on the same page.
Oh. She blinks, swallowing thickly as a soft sound catches in her throat. "Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it?" Maeve teases, fingers tightening their grip on his skin, encouraging him to continue. "What are the rules?"
Her brow arches, head tilting to the side slightly as her eyes spark with interest, "I like games." She responds, waiting for him to enlighten her further. What would it be? Never have I ever? Two truths and a lie? Strip poker even though they're both already naked? Locke dips his head down to trail kisses along the column of her throat and she arches, exposing more of her skin for him to taste. He takes the hand in his hair, pinning it above her head against the blankets, making her squirm. She sucks in a breath, lips parting with her exhale as she holds his gaze. The green of her irises are lost to her pupils, blown out with need as she shivers beneath him. They are definitely on the same page.
Oh. She blinks, swallowing thickly as a soft sound catches in her throat. "Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, does it?" Maeve teases, fingers tightening their grip on his skin, encouraging him to continue. "What are the rules?"
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
