Maeve
It had been the only thing keeping them in line once Hotaru brought her inside, but it was taken care of now and any need for patience or professionalism is gone like smoke out the chimney. Icy green eyes widen a fraction as Hotaru surges forward, purring sweet words as her fingers curl at the nape of her neck. They're still chilled from the cold, pressing into slowly warming skin, drawing a soft noise of surprise from the Madame's lips that is quickly swallowed by the other woman. Her eyes flutter closed, a hand coming up to cup Hotaru's cheek, drawing her closer as she presses up towards her eager mouth.
Heat spreads through her chest, heartbeat rabbiting wildly against her ribs as soft lips part to deepen the kiss. With a practiced swipe of her tongue she tastes Hotaru's bottom lip as her other hand curls at her hip, thumb brushing over her hip bone lightly, seeking out warm skin beneath her clothes. It was definitely worth the wait. Her mind grows blissfully blank as she focuses on the feeling of Hotaru's lips caressing her own, the wicked words that filled the other woman's letters flashing behind her eyelids unbidden and she groans into the kiss, arching to press closer to her.
Greedily she tugs Hotaru towards her, the table rocking dangerously in the process as the former queen as pulled from her perch to straddle the younger woman. Only when her lungs ache and the little sips of air she steals between parted lips not enough to sustain her any longer, does Maeve break the kiss, cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason now. A smirk slowly curls over her reddened lips as she looks up at the golden haired vixen in her lap, "Do you want me in your bed or in front of the fire?" She purrs, voice dipping into something soft and sugary sweet as she bends to find the bit of skin that's left uncovered beneath the collar of the woman's shirt, tongue darting out to trace a trail from the faint swell of her breast that's visible up to her collarbone as her teeth nip lightly at the delicate skin there.
Heat spreads through her chest, heartbeat rabbiting wildly against her ribs as soft lips part to deepen the kiss. With a practiced swipe of her tongue she tastes Hotaru's bottom lip as her other hand curls at her hip, thumb brushing over her hip bone lightly, seeking out warm skin beneath her clothes. It was definitely worth the wait. Her mind grows blissfully blank as she focuses on the feeling of Hotaru's lips caressing her own, the wicked words that filled the other woman's letters flashing behind her eyelids unbidden and she groans into the kiss, arching to press closer to her.
Greedily she tugs Hotaru towards her, the table rocking dangerously in the process as the former queen as pulled from her perch to straddle the younger woman. Only when her lungs ache and the little sips of air she steals between parted lips not enough to sustain her any longer, does Maeve break the kiss, cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason now. A smirk slowly curls over her reddened lips as she looks up at the golden haired vixen in her lap, "Do you want me in your bed or in front of the fire?" She purrs, voice dipping into something soft and sugary sweet as she bends to find the bit of skin that's left uncovered beneath the collar of the woman's shirt, tongue darting out to trace a trail from the faint swell of her breast that's visible up to her collarbone as her teeth nip lightly at the delicate skin there.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
