I would fall from grace just to touch your face
"Is it fun?" Maeve asked, reaching up to pull of her glasses, setting them to the side as she turned her head to look at him. Her smirk only grew more mischievous, eyes sparking playfully as she waved her hand dismissively. "Un peu de ceci et cela." The French rolled off her tongue easily, but she realized he likely didn't understand what it was she was saying. "All sorts of games." Maeve hummed, running her tongue along her teeth as she looked up at him, wrinkling her nose. "Strip poker, two truths and a lie, truth or dare..." Things that normally ended up with them naked and twisted in bed sheets.
"Have a seat.." A tangible pause hung at the end of the question, waiting for his name to be given so she might address him properly.
"Have a seat.." A tangible pause hung at the end of the question, waiting for his name to be given so she might address him properly.
Maeve
