Maeve
"It is. The same blooms you can find in my garden." Maeve murmurs, breath leaving her in a quiet rush as his fingers continue to trace over her skin, following the lines of her ink. Nails scratch lightly at his scalp as he presses into her touch and her other hand finds his shoulder, tips of her fingers pressing into warm skin, keeping herself steady as he tugs her closer again. Maeve stumbles only slightly, but he's there to brace her, breath skittering out across her skin in a warm rush. "Do you like it?" He's the first to see it and she can't help being curious.
His words bring a quiet laugh bubbling out of her, the sound almost lost in the waves that crash along the shore, enticing them towards the water. The thin straps slip down her arms and she has to release him to let it fall to the side completely, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that covers the heat between her thighs, already gathering moisture as she presses her thighs together to relieve the slight ache there. "Mmm.. I will miss your claws and horns." And his wings. Both types. Feathers and leather. Both with their own perks. "But I'm sure this version of you is just as enjoyable."
The feeling of water against her sides is a surprise. One that draws a soft sound up to catch in her throat, eyes widening slightly as she squirms, unable to move away from the sensation and not sure she really wants to. "Is that right?" She breathes, looking down at him once more, fingers finding their way back into his hair.
His words bring a quiet laugh bubbling out of her, the sound almost lost in the waves that crash along the shore, enticing them towards the water. The thin straps slip down her arms and she has to release him to let it fall to the side completely, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that covers the heat between her thighs, already gathering moisture as she presses her thighs together to relieve the slight ache there. "Mmm.. I will miss your claws and horns." And his wings. Both types. Feathers and leather. Both with their own perks. "But I'm sure this version of you is just as enjoyable."
The feeling of water against her sides is a surprise. One that draws a soft sound up to catch in her throat, eyes widening slightly as she squirms, unable to move away from the sensation and not sure she really wants to. "Is that right?" She breathes, looking down at him once more, fingers finding their way back into his hair.
Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth
