Maeve
It’s a strangely familiar action. His hand at the small of her back, bracing there lightly as she leans over Jude to say good night. Except it wasn’t something Locke ever did. No, it was always Harper. Each night she laid Edmund down to sleep he’d been right there with her. His own kiss is dropped to the babe’s brow and it’s only a moment longer before they’re slipping into the side bedroom.
The sound that rises in her throat is pained on his behalf. ”Too long.” Maeve whispers, lips brushing against his temple as she turns to nuzzle there as he drops his head against her shoulder. Her fingers continue their path, tracing over his abdomen lightly, barely a whisper over his skin. ”Deserve to get taken care of.” Not to be left alone for a year without the touch of someone he loves. Gingerly she inches his shirt up until she eventually can curl her fingers at his ribs, ”Is this okay?”
The sound that rises in her throat is pained on his behalf. ”Too long.” Maeve whispers, lips brushing against his temple as she turns to nuzzle there as he drops his head against her shoulder. Her fingers continue their path, tracing over his abdomen lightly, barely a whisper over his skin. ”Deserve to get taken care of.” Not to be left alone for a year without the touch of someone he loves. Gingerly she inches his shirt up until she eventually can curl her fingers at his ribs, ”Is this okay?”
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
