Maeve
Is it a good idea? Likely not. Does the Madame care? No, she doesn't. Not when her heart aches like it does and he's so warm beneath her. Not when she did the same thing for him during Flowerbirth to make the time without Nate bearable. Maeve knows that it wouldn't be a real fix. Merely a distraction, but fuck if it wouldn't be a good distraction. A desperately needed one.
His words barely register, lost as she is in the feeling of being held, of feeling safe, and warm in his embrace. They're just a soft rumble in his chest, vibrating against the skin that's pressed against his throat, lips barely brushing across the skin there as they part to take a breath. It isn't until her name falls from his lips that she lifts her head, meeting his gaze, chest tight all over again as she swallows thickly.
Fingertips stop just at his collarbone, barely skating up his neck to brush through the longer hair there, tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Jata..." There is a tinge of something pained that coats his name, seaglass gaze almost glassy as they rove over his features, so familiar in this moment that she can hardly take it.
His words barely register, lost as she is in the feeling of being held, of feeling safe, and warm in his embrace. They're just a soft rumble in his chest, vibrating against the skin that's pressed against his throat, lips barely brushing across the skin there as they part to take a breath. It isn't until her name falls from his lips that she lifts her head, meeting his gaze, chest tight all over again as she swallows thickly.
Fingertips stop just at his collarbone, barely skating up his neck to brush through the longer hair there, tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Jata..." There is a tinge of something pained that coats his name, seaglass gaze almost glassy as they rove over his features, so familiar in this moment that she can hardly take it.
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
