Maeve
It wasn't what she planned on happening either. They were simply meant to make a plan, to discuss options for the upcoming war, make sure that they could be prepared. Except they both have a habit of not following plans when it comes to each other. Whether they want to admit it or not. Maeve knows that she'll owe him after this, but she already does, doesn't she? He kept her safe during monsoons, he rebuilt her business, he trained her, and so much more. She owes him more than he likely realizes and this just adds to her debt.
He shifts just enough to make her squirm as she realizes just how much of an effect she's already had on him. Neither of them close the distance despite the way his steel gaze flicks between hers and her lips, smoldering with a barely restrained heat. His hands stay planted on the cushions, not lifting to her body, not daring to touch her even as he speaks again. Maeve swallows thickly, lips parted with her breaths, a flush rising to her cheeks and she's nodding for him to continue. "Alright." She murmurs, trying to keep from growing impatient as her free hand braces against his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt.
He shifts just enough to make her squirm as she realizes just how much of an effect she's already had on him. Neither of them close the distance despite the way his steel gaze flicks between hers and her lips, smoldering with a barely restrained heat. His hands stay planted on the cushions, not lifting to her body, not daring to touch her even as he speaks again. Maeve swallows thickly, lips parted with her breaths, a flush rising to her cheeks and she's nodding for him to continue. "Alright." She murmurs, trying to keep from growing impatient as her free hand braces against his chest, fingers twisting into his shirt.
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
