Maeve
Soulmates had always been a dream to her. A silly notion that filled her mind when she thought about love. An idea that seemed impossible for her to achieve with each passing day. Each broken relationship and partner that chose to leave her behind. Yet, in this moment, with Harper's head on her shoulder and his hands at her waist, the sea salt scent of his hair and the sandalwood musk that clung to his clothes; Maeve thinks that maybe she had been looking in the wrong place, trying to see this connection somewhere else when it had been right in front of her. Their love was unlike anything else. Forever changing and growing, becoming what they needed in that moment of time.
It was the only logical explanation for it. Their souls knew each other beyond their physical forms. Across time, space, and worlds. How could it be anything else?
Each jump and twitch becomes a pattern for her to follow. Fingertips brush over scars, trailing along muscle, tracing the path of hair that dusted his navel to disappear beneath the waist of his trousers. A new kind of tension finds a home in his body, holding him tight like a marionette on a string, waiting for the next part of the dance. Finally, he moves, guided by her gentle urgings.
The robe catches in the crooks of her arms and she has to release her hold on him so it can join the slow growing pile of clothing. Delicate fabric pools around her feet, catching the flickering lantern light that casts dramatic shadows across his skin. "It's okay, Harper. You aren't going to break me." Maeve whispers, hands finding either side of his face, drawing him back just enough to catch his gaze. Thumbs brush across stubbled cheeks, a hint of a smile playing on her lips even as goosebumps rise over her skin in the wake of his touch.
She shivers just as much from anticipation as the coolness of the air, jade eyes searching his face for the span of a breath, looking for any sign to stop. The Nightshade finds none as she finally draws him down for a kiss so achingly sweet that her breath catches in her throat. Cradling his face between her palms she lets her tongue swipe across his bottom lip, tasting him for the first time, heart fluttering beneath her breastbone as she takes a step closer to press herself flush against him.
It was the only logical explanation for it. Their souls knew each other beyond their physical forms. Across time, space, and worlds. How could it be anything else?
Each jump and twitch becomes a pattern for her to follow. Fingertips brush over scars, trailing along muscle, tracing the path of hair that dusted his navel to disappear beneath the waist of his trousers. A new kind of tension finds a home in his body, holding him tight like a marionette on a string, waiting for the next part of the dance. Finally, he moves, guided by her gentle urgings.
The robe catches in the crooks of her arms and she has to release her hold on him so it can join the slow growing pile of clothing. Delicate fabric pools around her feet, catching the flickering lantern light that casts dramatic shadows across his skin. "It's okay, Harper. You aren't going to break me." Maeve whispers, hands finding either side of his face, drawing him back just enough to catch his gaze. Thumbs brush across stubbled cheeks, a hint of a smile playing on her lips even as goosebumps rise over her skin in the wake of his touch.
She shivers just as much from anticipation as the coolness of the air, jade eyes searching his face for the span of a breath, looking for any sign to stop. The Nightshade finds none as she finally draws him down for a kiss so achingly sweet that her breath catches in her throat. Cradling his face between her palms she lets her tongue swipe across his bottom lip, tasting him for the first time, heart fluttering beneath her breastbone as she takes a step closer to press herself flush against him.
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
