Maeve
Maeve doesn't miss the expression that flits across Hotaru's features, revealing something a touch desperate and raw. It only serves to soften her own gaze and cement the fact that she plans to kiss every inch of this woman. The Madame has never been one to shove things up onto a shelf to be forgotten and unused. No, she values such possessions, handling them with great care and reverie, taking the time to appreciate every part of them. It's the same thing she plans to do with Hotaru. Sunjata and Nate might have taken her for granted, but if Maeve has the chance, she surely won't. Not the way they did. So Maeve lets her thumb brush across her fingers slip through her hair reverently, not daring to hold back her affections as she gazes down at Ru.
"Esteemed? My... That's a new one." She huffs, a small smile curling on her lips as she draws the woman up for a kiss. Lips cover hers in a gentle caress, enticing her further into this moment even as she rolls them, knees bracketing either side of Hotaru's hips. Icy green eyes take in the flush in the apples of her cheeks, humming at the breathy quality she's managed to draw to Ru's voice and if it isn't music to her ears. A hum pushes past her lips as she dips her head down to press a kiss against the column of her throat, tongue lathing across her pulse as it flutters in the former queen's throat rabidly and Maeve wastes no time in sucking a mark there. "Now we match..." She teases, drawing back with a smirk on her kiss swollen lips as her fingers trail lightly down her side to curl at her hip, thumb brushing across the jut of bone there.
Hotaru's touch brings goosebumps to her skin, making her shiver as she moves to press a kiss to the first scar she sees, nuzzling lightly at the silvery flesh, "You'll have to tell me how you got these, darling.. Want to hear all of your stories." And she means it. How else is she meant to learn about this woman? How else could they potentially grow past a premeditated tryst? With great care she presses kisses to her skin, trailing along her clavicle and down to her sternum until her nose can brush against the swell of her breast, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin before her tongue follow to taste. Finally her tongue finds the bud of her nipple, swirling lightly around the sensitive peak, urging it to tighten further for her so she can draw it into her mouth. Fingers trails from her hip across her belly, teasing over delicate skin until the tips just barely dip between the slick lips of her cunt, ghosting across the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Her eyes flick up to the other woman, catching her gaze as she continues that teasing touch, waiting for a signal to press further.
"Esteemed? My... That's a new one." She huffs, a small smile curling on her lips as she draws the woman up for a kiss. Lips cover hers in a gentle caress, enticing her further into this moment even as she rolls them, knees bracketing either side of Hotaru's hips. Icy green eyes take in the flush in the apples of her cheeks, humming at the breathy quality she's managed to draw to Ru's voice and if it isn't music to her ears. A hum pushes past her lips as she dips her head down to press a kiss against the column of her throat, tongue lathing across her pulse as it flutters in the former queen's throat rabidly and Maeve wastes no time in sucking a mark there. "Now we match..." She teases, drawing back with a smirk on her kiss swollen lips as her fingers trail lightly down her side to curl at her hip, thumb brushing across the jut of bone there.
Hotaru's touch brings goosebumps to her skin, making her shiver as she moves to press a kiss to the first scar she sees, nuzzling lightly at the silvery flesh, "You'll have to tell me how you got these, darling.. Want to hear all of your stories." And she means it. How else is she meant to learn about this woman? How else could they potentially grow past a premeditated tryst? With great care she presses kisses to her skin, trailing along her clavicle and down to her sternum until her nose can brush against the swell of her breast, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin before her tongue follow to taste. Finally her tongue finds the bud of her nipple, swirling lightly around the sensitive peak, urging it to tighten further for her so she can draw it into her mouth. Fingers trails from her hip across her belly, teasing over delicate skin until the tips just barely dip between the slick lips of her cunt, ghosting across the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Her eyes flick up to the other woman, catching her gaze as she continues that teasing touch, waiting for a signal to press further.
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
