Maeve
She had to strain to hug him, rising up on tip toes so her arms could go around his neck, leaving no room between them as she pressed close. Noah, to his credit, kept things chaste. A single arm wrapped around her waist, barely applying pressure to return her hug she threw at him before he was drawing back, putting distance between them again. The Madame wasn't offended, letting him withdraw from her, smile still bright as a faint flush rose to her cheeks. "Was only able to because I have such a good teacher. Even if he is a little distracting." She drawled, voice dipping into something playful as she tossed him a wink, eyes raking over him blatantly.
Her ogling is interrupted by his suggestion, seaglass gaze snapping up to his, surprised by the fire that suddenly lit his own. She licked her lips, a nervous anticipation bubbling up in her belly before she nodded slowly, eyes training on him as he moved to the target. Noah winked back at her, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes, causing the Madame to draw her bottom lip between her teeth. "Keep your head down, love. I'd hate to hurt you." If she was going to hurt him she'd prefer it to be with nails and teeth and a grip too tight, but she's not even sure she could leave a bruise.
Drawing another arrow from his quiver, Maeve knocked it, repositioning herself the way he showed her before. Hips back, feet planted, core tight. "Alright, I'm ready." She called, bringing the bow up to aim.
Her ogling is interrupted by his suggestion, seaglass gaze snapping up to his, surprised by the fire that suddenly lit his own. She licked her lips, a nervous anticipation bubbling up in her belly before she nodded slowly, eyes training on him as he moved to the target. Noah winked back at her, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes, causing the Madame to draw her bottom lip between her teeth. "Keep your head down, love. I'd hate to hurt you." If she was going to hurt him she'd prefer it to be with nails and teeth and a grip too tight, but she's not even sure she could leave a bruise.
Drawing another arrow from his quiver, Maeve knocked it, repositioning herself the way he showed her before. Hips back, feet planted, core tight. "Alright, I'm ready." She called, bringing the bow up to aim.
I'm undone about to burst at my seams
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
'Cause I am picturing you beside me
So let me be everything that you need
