I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It's easy to ignore how warm his skin is against hers when she's so focused on how he's wrapping her hand. The movement smoot and practiced, seeming to be more muscle memory than anything else. She makes note of the tightness, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrist when he releases her first hand. It aches just a little, but that's likely from the damage she's already done. "Why am I not surprised? Guess Ronin is more than just hard headed." She jokes, huffing out a laugh as her lips curl into a smirk, glancing up at him. "Why do you wrap around your wrist too? Is it for extra support?" Perhaps it was for the same reason her ballet slippers wrapped around her ankles. That would make sense in this case, giving the joint some extra support for all the strain it's under.
Icy green eyes stay on his hands, studying each movement as he completes the prep on his own hands, nodding as he explains. "Is the wrapping just to protect your skin from damage or is it for more than that?" One thing was quickly becoming clear, Maeve took learning seriously. Her usually playful demeanor replaced as she tries to think of anything and everything that might help her better learn this skill. The wrapping seems easy enough. Not all that different from what she does when she prepares to dance.
Maeve follows after him, toeing off her own shoes before climbing into the ring with him, taking the time to tie up her own tank top to keep from having loose fabric getting in the way. She stretches out her limbs, rolling her shoulders and taking a few deep breaths if only to distract herself from the marks that litter his skin. It doesn't bring on an ache in her chest like she thinks it will. Not until her eyes land on the NW, but she pushes it away. He's not the only one with marks. The bruises that were last left on her body have long since faded, but there are plenty of love bites on her neck and bruises on her hips that can't be mistaken for anything but fingertips.
She lowers herself onto the mat of the ring, continuing her stretches as she considers her words, "I admittedly don't know a lot. Just that you keep your arms in and you don't tuck your thumb beneath your fingers inside your fist." Maeve explains as she lays herself across one of her legs, gripping her ankle to stretch herself out properly and then switching to the other side.
Icy green eyes stay on his hands, studying each movement as he completes the prep on his own hands, nodding as he explains. "Is the wrapping just to protect your skin from damage or is it for more than that?" One thing was quickly becoming clear, Maeve took learning seriously. Her usually playful demeanor replaced as she tries to think of anything and everything that might help her better learn this skill. The wrapping seems easy enough. Not all that different from what she does when she prepares to dance.
Maeve follows after him, toeing off her own shoes before climbing into the ring with him, taking the time to tie up her own tank top to keep from having loose fabric getting in the way. She stretches out her limbs, rolling her shoulders and taking a few deep breaths if only to distract herself from the marks that litter his skin. It doesn't bring on an ache in her chest like she thinks it will. Not until her eyes land on the NW, but she pushes it away. He's not the only one with marks. The bruises that were last left on her body have long since faded, but there are plenty of love bites on her neck and bruises on her hips that can't be mistaken for anything but fingertips.
She lowers herself onto the mat of the ring, continuing her stretches as she considers her words, "I admittedly don't know a lot. Just that you keep your arms in and you don't tuck your thumb beneath your fingers inside your fist." Maeve explains as she lays herself across one of her legs, gripping her ankle to stretch herself out properly and then switching to the other side.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
