Maeve
There were plenty of reactions Maeve might have expected from the other man when her previous caller made to leave. Wings suddenly sprouting from his back was not one of them. A small gasp catches in her throat as her eyes go wide. She doesn't dare move expect to press herself closer to him as if that might soothe him. She's not sure it will, but she tries anyway. Only when the door closes and her laughter dies down does she touch him again. "Easy, love.." Maeve murmurs, fingers trailing up his back lightly as her returns his attention to her again.
While it might seem that the timing was a bit too perfect, Maeve knows that Locke had something to do after their little appointment. She also knows he always takes about a fifteen minute catnap before he heads out. Her laugh just happened to be the thing that woke him up this time. His comment earns him another laugh, softer this time as she tilts her head back to gaze up at him. "It could have been even easier had you not been so off put by my nakedness when I invited you in," the Madame retorts, baiting him to play as her fingers skim up his back towards his shoulder blades, unintentionally seeking out the base of his wings. Only when her fingertips find feathers does she pause, drawing her hands back to gauge his reaction.
For all of her confidence and command, she is still just a woman. A woman with skin who is very interested in the way his fingertips feel against her. A breath stutters out of her and she swallows thickly, bottom lip catching between her teeth as he holds her gaze. He doesn't let her look away as his touch teases across sensitive flesh and she has to keep from pressing her thighs together at the sudden ache that makes itself known. This was going rather well. At least for her and he seemed... interested. This was progress.
Finally, the garment slips from her shoulders, falling in a silken puddle around her bare feet and finally she's nude before him again. Inches of pale skin dotted with only a few stray beauty marks here and there. An intricate tattoo covers her ribs on the right side. A snake weaving through beautiful budding florals that winds to hug the underside of her breast. He's met with a fairly petite frame. Although, that was obvious before she lost her robe. Her breasts are modest. Small little handfuls with dusky pink nipples complete with barbells. There are no scars on her body. Just smooth, milky skin perfect for touching. Maeve takes a breath, feeling her flush travel from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts as he looks down at her. "Well? Do you like what you see?" She finally breaks the silence between them, fighting down the sudden nerves twisting in her stomach.
While it might seem that the timing was a bit too perfect, Maeve knows that Locke had something to do after their little appointment. She also knows he always takes about a fifteen minute catnap before he heads out. Her laugh just happened to be the thing that woke him up this time. His comment earns him another laugh, softer this time as she tilts her head back to gaze up at him. "It could have been even easier had you not been so off put by my nakedness when I invited you in," the Madame retorts, baiting him to play as her fingers skim up his back towards his shoulder blades, unintentionally seeking out the base of his wings. Only when her fingertips find feathers does she pause, drawing her hands back to gauge his reaction.
For all of her confidence and command, she is still just a woman. A woman with skin who is very interested in the way his fingertips feel against her. A breath stutters out of her and she swallows thickly, bottom lip catching between her teeth as he holds her gaze. He doesn't let her look away as his touch teases across sensitive flesh and she has to keep from pressing her thighs together at the sudden ache that makes itself known. This was going rather well. At least for her and he seemed... interested. This was progress.
Finally, the garment slips from her shoulders, falling in a silken puddle around her bare feet and finally she's nude before him again. Inches of pale skin dotted with only a few stray beauty marks here and there. An intricate tattoo covers her ribs on the right side. A snake weaving through beautiful budding florals that winds to hug the underside of her breast. He's met with a fairly petite frame. Although, that was obvious before she lost her robe. Her breasts are modest. Small little handfuls with dusky pink nipples complete with barbells. There are no scars on her body. Just smooth, milky skin perfect for touching. Maeve takes a breath, feeling her flush travel from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts as he looks down at her. "Well? Do you like what you see?" She finally breaks the silence between them, fighting down the sudden nerves twisting in her stomach.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
