those moments in the woods

Maeve

Maeve has just enough time to rouse Aidon from his sleep, sending the thought for him to go sleep in the branches of one of the nearby trees and he takes the instruction easily, unfurling her wings and taking off. She knows he's nearby, but it is hard to focus on anything besides Locke suddenly surging up to meet her, covering her body with his own. There is heat rolling off of him, sinking into her skin as bandaged hands lift to brace against his chest, spine arching as she strains to meet him. It's all tongue and teeth and heat, leaving her absolutely breathless by the time he draws away, lips kiss swollen and parted to drink in greedy sips of air as his lips mark a path up her throat.

Calloused fingers find their way beneath her tank top, skimming over pale skin to cup her breast, drawing a sharp breath from her lungs. Maeve tilts her head to the side, exposing more of her throat to his mouth, earning herself a nip at the sensitive lobe of her ear. Her fingers curl at his shoulders, nails biting into tan skin as she shivers beneath him, his words curling around her spine and slipping to settle in her belly. The heat that is already building between them threatens to overwhelm her already, but she was posed with a question and like hell if she isn't going to at least try to answer him.

"Maybe I do, but I don't think I've really done anything to earn a punishment." Maeve quips, voice dropping into something breathy as she strains beneath him, trying to press closer as he continues his assault on her flesh. A soft whine rises in her throat at the bite, pain flashing through her nerves to mix with the pleasure that's already sparking across her skin.

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush