Maeve
She doesn't have a response for him. Her eyes fluttering shut as he licks into her mouth, chasing away any thought except for that she needs him. A groan pushes past her lips, breathy and drawn out, straining for more as she presses closer. He doesn't deny her, rocking against her aching center as soon as he's ready, the worry of a child no longer a concern. She doesn't mind it and this is all about forgetting for a while, isn't it? They don't need that hanging over their heads too.
The Nightshade can't decide what she wants more. To trace her tongue along his skin or dig her nails into his back to pull him closer. Thankfully she doesn't have to decide. Sunjata moves them along, fingers splaying across her ribs as his teeth find home at her throat, mouthing at the familiar pulse that flutters beneath pale skin. She whimpers, head tilting back as her hips rock forward, but he's right there to meet her.
Hands curling at her hips, almost meeting at the small of her back with the way he practically dwarfs her, lifting her up with ease to press into her wet heat. A strangled sound catches in her throat, quickly dissolving into a whine, sweet and needy as her hips meet his. The stretch is familiar and too much all at once. Unable to help the minute rocks of her hips, needing more and yet feeling overwhelmed all at once, Maeve grips onto him all the tighter. "Please... Jata, need you.."
The Nightshade can't decide what she wants more. To trace her tongue along his skin or dig her nails into his back to pull him closer. Thankfully she doesn't have to decide. Sunjata moves them along, fingers splaying across her ribs as his teeth find home at her throat, mouthing at the familiar pulse that flutters beneath pale skin. She whimpers, head tilting back as her hips rock forward, but he's right there to meet her.
Hands curling at her hips, almost meeting at the small of her back with the way he practically dwarfs her, lifting her up with ease to press into her wet heat. A strangled sound catches in her throat, quickly dissolving into a whine, sweet and needy as her hips meet his. The stretch is familiar and too much all at once. Unable to help the minute rocks of her hips, needing more and yet feeling overwhelmed all at once, Maeve grips onto him all the tighter. "Please... Jata, need you.."
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
