I would fall from grace just to touch your face
At her service? Isn't that a thought. Suddenly the image of him on his knees and between her thighs flashes unbidden through her mind, unknowingly sharing that little fantasy with him, but it's gone at his next statement. Maeve huffs a soft laugh, rolling her eyes, "We both know that you'd find a way if you wanted it." The Nightshade retorts back and given the way things are about to go, he only proves her right. "Courtesans? What a turn of events that would be." Given that is the title she used to hold herself.
He continues to bait her and she takes it, "There are a lot of things I could help you mind." Maeve murmurs before she's moving to press the flat of her blade to his throat as he grabs a handful of her ass. He moves just as quickly as her. His fingers wrap around her wrist, ready to break it should she push, but she doesn't. The Nightshade simply holds it there, sharing his breaths and his heat, pressing closer to him.
"I would have to agree." Maeve drawls, glad to know they're on the same place with this particular line of thought. She does allow him to tease the blade from her fingers, feeling the rush of hair past her cheek as he tosses it, hearing the thunk of it sinking into the driftwood. "Don't need to." The Nightshade was moving while he was distracted, her fingers of her free hand suddenly at his belt, working one of his spare daggers free before she's turning to unleash her own borrowed weapon. It lands near his, a little lower than she might have shot for typically, but a sound hit all the same.
Maeve doesn't turn away from him, staying in his space, practically flush against him as her lips curl into a smirk. "See? Not necessary."
He continues to bait her and she takes it, "There are a lot of things I could help you mind." Maeve murmurs before she's moving to press the flat of her blade to his throat as he grabs a handful of her ass. He moves just as quickly as her. His fingers wrap around her wrist, ready to break it should she push, but she doesn't. The Nightshade simply holds it there, sharing his breaths and his heat, pressing closer to him.
"I would have to agree." Maeve drawls, glad to know they're on the same place with this particular line of thought. She does allow him to tease the blade from her fingers, feeling the rush of hair past her cheek as he tosses it, hearing the thunk of it sinking into the driftwood. "Don't need to." The Nightshade was moving while he was distracted, her fingers of her free hand suddenly at his belt, working one of his spare daggers free before she's turning to unleash her own borrowed weapon. It lands near his, a little lower than she might have shot for typically, but a sound hit all the same.
Maeve doesn't turn away from him, staying in his space, practically flush against him as her lips curl into a smirk. "See? Not necessary."
Maeve
