Maeve
Feelings fade and people change, but even despite those changes, they never faltered. At the end of every day, every week, every season, and every year; they remained the same. It didn’t matter the distance. It didn’t matter what they were doing or who they were seeing. There are some bonds that can’t be broken. Forever forming, shifting, and reshaping to fit what they needed. Right now they needed this. Needed each other like a person needs air.
Tension melts out of his shoulders and a satisfied hum slips past wine stained lips, fingers slipping through the hair at the nape of his neck, keeping him in place even as his hands fall to her waist and thigh. They curl there, but don’t move other than that. He doesn’t draw her closer. He doesn’t do anything except breathe. His son continues to sleep soundly in the bassinet, getting the first proper rest he’s likely had in days too and if he’s anything like Edmund, Maeve knows he’ll sleep through the night tonight.
”Je t'aime aussi, Harper.” The Nightshade breathes, the words so familiar to him that he won’t need her to translate to know that it’s the proper response to his own. Fingers flex, warm and strong through her clothing, heat radiating from his touch and sinking into her bones. Barely nodding at his question, Maeve finds it in herself to respond, only just realizing how desperately she needs this too after he’s aired his request. ”Please. I don’t want to be alone either.” He wasn’t the only one left alone again. Whose lover disappeared without a trace or word. Who likely wasn’t coming back.
Her lips brush his as she speaks, barely a hairs breath between them, each passing moment drawing them closer together. ”Stay with me, Harper. Don’t leave. I- I need you.”
Tension melts out of his shoulders and a satisfied hum slips past wine stained lips, fingers slipping through the hair at the nape of his neck, keeping him in place even as his hands fall to her waist and thigh. They curl there, but don’t move other than that. He doesn’t draw her closer. He doesn’t do anything except breathe. His son continues to sleep soundly in the bassinet, getting the first proper rest he’s likely had in days too and if he’s anything like Edmund, Maeve knows he’ll sleep through the night tonight.
”Je t'aime aussi, Harper.” The Nightshade breathes, the words so familiar to him that he won’t need her to translate to know that it’s the proper response to his own. Fingers flex, warm and strong through her clothing, heat radiating from his touch and sinking into her bones. Barely nodding at his question, Maeve finds it in herself to respond, only just realizing how desperately she needs this too after he’s aired his request. ”Please. I don’t want to be alone either.” He wasn’t the only one left alone again. Whose lover disappeared without a trace or word. Who likely wasn’t coming back.
Her lips brush his as she speaks, barely a hairs breath between them, each passing moment drawing them closer together. ”Stay with me, Harper. Don’t leave. I- I need you.”
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
