Maeve
His groan reverberates through her bones, making her shiver and twitch, collapsing against his chest in a heap as she pants. Her breath is warm against his throat, lips lazily covering his pulse, pressing a gentle kiss there as her hands trail over his skin idly. Eyes still closed and nerves still buzzing, Maeve doesn't move beyond the tracing of her fingers over his skin, her lips staying at his pulse. There is a delicious sort of ache between her legs that's she's not felt for some time and Maeve relishes in it for as long as he allows.
Words don't come to her, brain still hazy, caught in that fuzzy afterglow that doesn't fade right away. She sighs, nuzzling into his skin, drawing his scent into her lungs and relaxing at how familiar it is. Limp and boneless, Maeve can't bring herself to move, not even to shift herself off of him even as he goes soft inside her.
"How was that for a distraction?" The Nightshade finally breathes, huffing something of a laugh against his still fluttering pulse, chest rising and falling evenly now.
Words don't come to her, brain still hazy, caught in that fuzzy afterglow that doesn't fade right away. She sighs, nuzzling into his skin, drawing his scent into her lungs and relaxing at how familiar it is. Limp and boneless, Maeve can't bring herself to move, not even to shift herself off of him even as he goes soft inside her.
"How was that for a distraction?" The Nightshade finally breathes, huffing something of a laugh against his still fluttering pulse, chest rising and falling evenly now.
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
