Maeve
"You say that like every other Torcher has seen my nipples. I don't go around topless all the time." Maeve huffs, rolling her eyes at him as a laugh pushes past her lips, tickling against his throat as she presses close. He pulls back for a kiss and she easily gives in to him, humming softly against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip as he draws back. "No, I suppose there aren't." Just how ambitious is yet to be determined. The Madame might not realize it yet, but she could be moving into a lot more power than she originally thought herself capable of. Only time will tell. "No. Absolutely not. Maybe Vi and Mort, but the heralds? No." Not when she knows at least two of them aren't fans of each other.
The idea of it makes her grin, nose wrinkling as she tangles herself up with him further, "I wonder what that would make me? Black? Sleek and spoiled?" She hums, dropping her head against his shoulder, content to lounge there for a while longer. Eventually they'll get to hot and find their way either down to the beach or beneath the spray of the shower. Whichever doesn't matter to her. She's content as long as she's with him.
~FIN <3~
The idea of it makes her grin, nose wrinkling as she tangles herself up with him further, "I wonder what that would make me? Black? Sleek and spoiled?" She hums, dropping her head against his shoulder, content to lounge there for a while longer. Eventually they'll get to hot and find their way either down to the beach or beneath the spray of the shower. Whichever doesn't matter to her. She's content as long as she's with him.
~FIN <3~
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
it's a sweet butter knife
it's a sweet butter knife
