Maeve
Their eyes meet and she's about to reach up to cup his cheek, to run her thumb across his skin, but he's suddenly moving with intention. He curls himself over her, drawing her into his embrace as if he can shut the rest of the world out and keep her safe by doing so, but that's not all as his lips find hers. The first kiss is sharp. Sudden. It startles a soft sound of surprise from her, rising in her throat even as her eyes flutter shut, lips parting to deepen the kiss automatically. They kiss until their lungs are burning. Until they can't stay together any longer. It aches so sweetly and she never wants it to end, but he draws back from the embrace, dropping his head to press against the side of her own.
His words warm her skin more than the water does, pulse suddenly rocketing into a staccato, drowning out everything else except for his words. Her breath catches in her throat and she wants to draw back so she can look at him. She wants to see his face, but he holds her tightly in place, not giving her any room to move as he keeps talking. Maeve tightens her own grip on him, drawing in a sharp breath, trying to stop her head from spinning. He loves her. He doesn't just care about her. He doesn't just want her in his bed or in his home. No, it's more than that. He loves her and she loves him too. In her gut she knows it. Knows that the fear she felt when he wasn't here was more than just a passing feeling. It had been fully body dread, freezing her insides and making her sick to think that he might not come back to her.
"I love you too." Maeve whispers back, the words just as quiet as his were, pressed into his skin as she buries her face against his neck. The water has gone cold, making her skin numb, but all she feels is warmth.
His words warm her skin more than the water does, pulse suddenly rocketing into a staccato, drowning out everything else except for his words. Her breath catches in her throat and she wants to draw back so she can look at him. She wants to see his face, but he holds her tightly in place, not giving her any room to move as he keeps talking. Maeve tightens her own grip on him, drawing in a sharp breath, trying to stop her head from spinning. He loves her. He doesn't just care about her. He doesn't just want her in his bed or in his home. No, it's more than that. He loves her and she loves him too. In her gut she knows it. Knows that the fear she felt when he wasn't here was more than just a passing feeling. It had been fully body dread, freezing her insides and making her sick to think that he might not come back to her.
"I love you too." Maeve whispers back, the words just as quiet as his were, pressed into his skin as she buries her face against his neck. The water has gone cold, making her skin numb, but all she feels is warmth.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
