I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
She's feeling pretty fucking proud of herself. Especially when it seems like she's about to get him, but he's anticipating a move that she didn't even know she was going to do. His fingers wrap around her ankle and her eyes going wide, a yelp caught in her throat as she wobbles for a second before he's releasing her. "Thanks. I tried." Maeve laughs, getting back on her feet and backing up from him slightly. She knows that it's probably not easy for him to hold back, used to the real thing. This is very far from that, but she has to learn some way. She pushes a hand through her hair, wrinkling her nose at him, "Freakishly tall." Maeve quips, unable to resist making the little jab at him as a smirk curls on her lips.
Then they're resetting their positions once more, starting the dance all over again, but it isn't the same choreography. He fakes her out, going for her right side with his right too. Maeve's eyes go wide, but she lifts her arm, trying to fend him off with mild success. It still connects, but she follows up with a hit to his stomach, using her smaller size to duck forward against him instead in an attempt to get under his arm and at his back again.
Then they're resetting their positions once more, starting the dance all over again, but it isn't the same choreography. He fakes her out, going for her right side with his right too. Maeve's eyes go wide, but she lifts her arm, trying to fend him off with mild success. It still connects, but she follows up with a hit to his stomach, using her smaller size to duck forward against him instead in an attempt to get under his arm and at his back again.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
