Maeve
They both did. They needed this. His words aren't just in regards to this. Yes, he does take care of her. Always. Even when she doesn't feel like she deserves it. Even when she truly doesn't deserve it. Maeve sighs against his lips, eyes fluttering shut as the tips of his fingers finally press against her clit, circling it lightly and yet her legs tremble. Just as she starts to sink into the warmth he's building up in her belly, he pulls away, leaving her wanting all over again. Maeve growls in frustration, watching him button up his pants and draw back from her, but his hand reaches out to her. She reaches for it, tangling their fingers together as she carefully shifts her weight off of her ankle, taking a small step forward. "No, I can manage."
And she does. It's still with a limp, but slowly with his help, she makes it. Maeve crawls into the tent first, finding a resting place on the makeshift nest he's made for them inside. It's cozy and cool, shading them from the sun, hiding them away from the outside world. She braces herself against her elbows, bottom lip caught between her lip as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, chest heaving as she greedily takes sips of air in an attempt to slow her racing heart.
And she does. It's still with a limp, but slowly with his help, she makes it. Maeve crawls into the tent first, finding a resting place on the makeshift nest he's made for them inside. It's cozy and cool, shading them from the sun, hiding them away from the outside world. She braces herself against her elbows, bottom lip caught between her lip as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, chest heaving as she greedily takes sips of air in an attempt to slow her racing heart.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
