Maeve
She can feel his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, clearly not as unaffected by her as he might wish to be. It's a heady thing to realize, warmth already starting to swirl in her belly, urging her to shift and press closer. She does when she moves to sit up, hardly any space left between them, her free hand bracing against his shoulder as she draws in a breath. The other slips through the dark strands of his hair, nails barely scratching against his scalp, lips parting as his gentle protest is murmured.
"Why not? It's no different than before." And it isn't. It really isn't. She loves Locke. He has her heart no matter how she might wish otherwise. When he comes back she wants to try and fix this. She wants him. Just as Sunjata wanted Nate. "It won't hurt me or the baby." Maeve tells him, wanting to at least soothe that worry if it's one he has, unsure if he's actually aware of how it works.
The Madame shifts again and her knees find home on either side of his hips, hovering over them as her pulse picks up, rabbiting against her ribs as she holds his gaze. "I still want him, Jata. I just... I just don't want to hurt for a little bit." And she knows he understands that. She knows because it had been the very reason they ended up like that in the first place. Mave licks her lips, thumb brushing against the underside of his jaw, jade searching steel. "Please." The word is barely more than an exhale against his lips as she holds herself above him, breaths shallow as the cardigan she wears slips further down her arms, leaving her shoulders exposed to the slightly cool air of the room.
"Why not? It's no different than before." And it isn't. It really isn't. She loves Locke. He has her heart no matter how she might wish otherwise. When he comes back she wants to try and fix this. She wants him. Just as Sunjata wanted Nate. "It won't hurt me or the baby." Maeve tells him, wanting to at least soothe that worry if it's one he has, unsure if he's actually aware of how it works.
The Madame shifts again and her knees find home on either side of his hips, hovering over them as her pulse picks up, rabbiting against her ribs as she holds his gaze. "I still want him, Jata. I just... I just don't want to hurt for a little bit." And she knows he understands that. She knows because it had been the very reason they ended up like that in the first place. Mave licks her lips, thumb brushing against the underside of his jaw, jade searching steel. "Please." The word is barely more than an exhale against his lips as she holds herself above him, breaths shallow as the cardigan she wears slips further down her arms, leaving her shoulders exposed to the slightly cool air of the room.
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
