"What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said.
They’re too selfish to deny themselves this moment. Both of them taking from each other even though they shouldn’t anymore. It doesn’t matter because Maeve gives it freely. His arms wrapping around her feel like coming home and she melts into him, clinging just as tightly as he does to her, fingers twisting into the thick knit of his shirt to draw herself closer. The kiss pressed against the crown of her head soothes her despite the way her chest aches, feeling hollow and empty, a faint thud echoing where her heart is meant to be. He pulls away before she’s ready to, tilting her chin up once more, his touch featherlight and barely there as he urges her to meet his gaze.
They might have rushed it, but it doesn’t mean what they had wasn’t real. That it didn’t mean something. She wants to argue and push back, but she knows he’s right. They were so desperate for each other, to feel held and wanted, that they didn’t stop to think. A shame that they had to burn out like this. Even if there is still love between them. Even if he still holds a part of her heart. They aren’t good for each other. Not right now. Not like this.
”I hope they have your curls…” Maeve admits softly, fingers brushing through his hair without a second thought, letting the curly strands slip through them. ”They’ll be perfect no matter what, but… I would like that.” She doesn’t care if they look anything like her. Some people worry about that kind of thing, but Maeve just wants them to be healthy. With his curls and maybe his eyes and so many other things that haven’t even crossed her mind. ”Have.. Have you thought about names?” She asks softly, not bothering to pull away from him, instead shifting so that her back presses against his chest so that he might be able to place a hand on the swell of her belly if he wants.
They might have rushed it, but it doesn’t mean what they had wasn’t real. That it didn’t mean something. She wants to argue and push back, but she knows he’s right. They were so desperate for each other, to feel held and wanted, that they didn’t stop to think. A shame that they had to burn out like this. Even if there is still love between them. Even if he still holds a part of her heart. They aren’t good for each other. Not right now. Not like this.
”I hope they have your curls…” Maeve admits softly, fingers brushing through his hair without a second thought, letting the curly strands slip through them. ”They’ll be perfect no matter what, but… I would like that.” She doesn’t care if they look anything like her. Some people worry about that kind of thing, but Maeve just wants them to be healthy. With his curls and maybe his eyes and so many other things that haven’t even crossed her mind. ”Have.. Have you thought about names?” She asks softly, not bothering to pull away from him, instead shifting so that her back presses against his chest so that he might be able to place a hand on the swell of her belly if he wants.
Maeve
