Maeve
There isn't a single thought in her mind beyond how light she feels. As if there is starlight running through her veins, making her float endlessly until he draws away, a soft protest in her throat at being jostled. Maeve rolls onto her back, thighs falling together as she lounges against the pillows, not bothering to cover herself as she catches her breath. There are bruises blooming on her hips from his grip, skin still flushed prettily from their exertions, the smile that curls on her lips happily sated as she watches him. "So glad you enjoyed yourself, love." Maeve purrs back, finally moving to climb off the bed, grabbing the spare robe she keeps in this room for such occasions.
She slips it over her small frame, tying it at the waist before drifting towards the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, joining him moments later. The Madame offers him both garments, gazing up at him with still hazy eyes, an almost sweet smile playing on her lips. "You'll bring me back something pretty, won't you?" She hums, pressing up on her tiptoes to press what is presumably a goodbye kiss to his lips, quick and chaste in comparison to what they'd just done.
She slips it over her small frame, tying it at the waist before drifting towards the bathroom to retrieve his clothes, joining him moments later. The Madame offers him both garments, gazing up at him with still hazy eyes, an almost sweet smile playing on her lips. "You'll bring me back something pretty, won't you?" She hums, pressing up on her tiptoes to press what is presumably a goodbye kiss to his lips, quick and chaste in comparison to what they'd just done.
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
