(SE) die a little to survive

Maeve

He is the one in control and Maeve doesn't mind in the slightest. Her skin is warm to the touch, but as his hands find her waist she shivers, bottom lip catching between her teeth. As his fingers snag in her beltloops, tugging them down her thighs until they pool around her feet, Maeve kicks them off and she's left in nothing except lace. The bangle of starlight shimmers around her ankle, the cool light mixing with that of the water and moonlight, making her appear like some kind of ethereal goddess herself. She reaches out, fingers carding through his curls, nails scratching along his scalp lightly. "Perhaps a bit." The Nightshade hums, unbothered by his impatience, but she wants to draw things out. Savor it.

Goosebumps erupt across her skin in the wake of his touch, lips parting as he skates his hand up her thigh, exploring skin he hasn't touched in ages. There is new ink here. Delicate blooms and vines wrapping around her right thigh and across her hip, expanding across her ribs to curl along the underside of her breast. Datura and nightshade in delicate black ink, the fine lines in stark contrast against her milk pale skin, "A shame indeed." She breathes, lips twitching into a sweet smile, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "I'm sure you could still rip them to pieces if you were so inclined. I wouldn't even be upset."

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth