Maeve
Truthfully, she's hardly aware of the way her fingers move across his skin, tracing scars that she's mapped with her lips numerous times, following paths that are oh so familiar to her. They skate over warm skin, barely dipping beneath the collar of his shirt, straying further from their original resting place at his sternum. She shifts in his hold, adjusting until she's more comfortable, one of her legs slipping between his as her head rests against his shoulder. It's easy to nuzzle there too, breath warm against his skin as she hums out a soft acknowledgement in regards to Melita.
"Fangorn. We've met. He's much more delightful than the ones terrorizing town currently." Maeve murmurs, unaware that the Flood has yet to see Melita since she got back or once she left, not knowing the honeybee's reason for avoiding them as she's chosen to. "Maybe that's where they come from. The great pumpkin." Another huff of a laugh, the cool tip of her nose pressing against warm skin as she draws in a deep breath, the familiar smell of his skin filling her senses. Her breathing is slow and even, heart no longer beating a staccato as she lays in his arms, further tangling herself up with him without realizing.
It's like her body remembers how good he made her feel. How taken care of and secure. The heights he brought her to. Her mind does too, but her mind is far from here and everything is simply instinct as she rests against him, uncaring of the consequences that might follow.
"Fangorn. We've met. He's much more delightful than the ones terrorizing town currently." Maeve murmurs, unaware that the Flood has yet to see Melita since she got back or once she left, not knowing the honeybee's reason for avoiding them as she's chosen to. "Maybe that's where they come from. The great pumpkin." Another huff of a laugh, the cool tip of her nose pressing against warm skin as she draws in a deep breath, the familiar smell of his skin filling her senses. Her breathing is slow and even, heart no longer beating a staccato as she lays in his arms, further tangling herself up with him without realizing.
It's like her body remembers how good he made her feel. How taken care of and secure. The heights he brought her to. Her mind does too, but her mind is far from here and everything is simply instinct as she rests against him, uncaring of the consequences that might follow.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
