those moments in the woods

Maeve

Maeve makes a soft noise as the warmth of his release spreads over her tongue and she swallows it all down, panting as she pulls back, his fingers still in her hair as he gently guides her up. She lets him urge her to her feet, keeping the weight off of her still sore ankle, bracing her back against the tree. The kiss surprises her as he presses closer, crowding her against the trunk of the tree, tongue licking into her mouth and tasting himself there. Maeve moans into the kiss, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, the tips of her fingers slipping into his hair to keep him close. When he breaks the kiss, Maeve is panting, drinking in greedy sips of air as she lets out a shaky breath and smiles softly up at him. Her cheeks are flushed, chest heaving as her heart pounds, pulse echoing in her ears as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes.

It only lasts for a moment before he's burying his face against her throat, licking a stripe over the bite he's left behind and her thundering pulse, making her shiver and arch against him. He's softer now, sinking into something sweeter than before, drawing both of them into a familiar comfort and a gentler heat. Maeve hums, eyes fluttering shut as her head rests against the tree, hair catching on the bark as his fingers slip back beneath the waistband of her pants. "Please.. I want you your mouth." She murmurs back, turning to catch his lips in another kiss, nipping softly at his bottom lip.

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