I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Unlike him, her neck isn't covered in scars from Ascended. Just the one. The only person she's ever let bite her there is Adam. Maeve shrugs her shoulders as he acknowledges the scar on her throat, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. "Happened before the monsoons. We went on a little trip." She doesn't know that he's unaware of the way things have gone with Pet and Adam. That she was just as much of a distraction for Adam as she had been for him. Without the extra complications.
Maeve stays still as he bandages up her hand, not surprised with the care he takes in delicately wrapping the wound. Despite his size, Maeve knows him to be gentle and she trusts him to handle her with care. He always has. At least physically. Finally he finishes, closing up the first aid kit and letting her have her hand back. Her brows raise as he braces his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to her and for a moment her heart picks up, rabbiting in her chest as she draws in a breath. They're only a few inches apart now and she finds her gaze locking with his despite herself.
"At the trial, yes." She murmurs, licking her lips, dropping her gaze to follow the scar he traces. How many times had she kissed that skin? Run her tongue across that scar and tattoo? A soft sound rises in her throat and her fingers twitch, the sudden urge to reach up and run her fingertips across the skin strong, "You weren't kidding when you said each one had to be a little more fucked up than the last, huh?" Maeve muses, shaking her head as she examines the tattoo all that more closely.
Maeve stays still as he bandages up her hand, not surprised with the care he takes in delicately wrapping the wound. Despite his size, Maeve knows him to be gentle and she trusts him to handle her with care. He always has. At least physically. Finally he finishes, closing up the first aid kit and letting her have her hand back. Her brows raise as he braces his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to her and for a moment her heart picks up, rabbiting in her chest as she draws in a breath. They're only a few inches apart now and she finds her gaze locking with his despite herself.
"At the trial, yes." She murmurs, licking her lips, dropping her gaze to follow the scar he traces. How many times had she kissed that skin? Run her tongue across that scar and tattoo? A soft sound rises in her throat and her fingers twitch, the sudden urge to reach up and run her fingertips across the skin strong, "You weren't kidding when you said each one had to be a little more fucked up than the last, huh?" Maeve muses, shaking her head as she examines the tattoo all that more closely.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
