Maeve
He doesn't touch her right away. His hands stay balled into fists at his sides. If she wasn't so caught up in exploring his skin, tracing over new scars, and planning out the path she's going to take to kiss every single on of them later she would likely be more irritated. As it is, he's pressed flush against her, the heat of his body soaking into hers and she's content to do the exploring for now. That's until his hands finally find her skin and it's like she's never been touched before. Her nerves flare to life, causing her to shiver as his fingertips brush across her skin in featherlight strokes, tracing over her ribs and the bruises there as if he can make them disappear with just his touch. They curl and press at her hips before skating up her back, following the curve of her spine until one tangles in her wet tresses, angling her head back to cover his lips with hers.
Maeve stutters out a breath against his lips, easily giving in to him as her body comes to life. His tongue presses into her mouth as she lifts up onto her tip toes, trying to get closer to him. Needing to be closer to him. Whatever chill that plagued her before was gone completely. All that was left in its wake was embers in her belly, stirring to life as he nips gently at her bottom lip. She takes in greedy sips of air when he pulls back, eyes fluttering open to look up at him and the typically pale green of her irises seems darker now, pupils blown wide with lust.
Her head tilts back further as he presses his face into her neck, teeth finding home in her pale flesh, reclaiming her for himself. A breathy sigh washes over her throat, bringing goosebumps to the surface as his breath cools the water that beads on her skin. If he wasn't so close to his ear, she likely would have missed what he said, but she's straining to hear anything from him. To figure out what to do. "Don't be sorry.." She breathes in return, fingers tangling in his hair as she arches against him, pressing impossibly closer. "I want you too." And she does. More than she realized. Not just physically. It's more than that, but her need for him is winning right now. There little reunion wasn't enough to satisfy her. Not when she finally has him.
"Aren't going to mess this up.." Maeve murmurs, running her free hand down his back lightly, nails trailing over his skin. It kind of clicks what he means. He doesn't want it to seem like he's using her. That this is just sex. It isn't just sex anymore. It can't be. Not after their talk. It's more than that and it will always be more than that. As long as they keep talking. They keep growing and building each other up. They can indulge. "We're both physical people... Would be dumb to think that we wouldn't do anything.." She says with a soft laugh, voice warm and sweet against his ear as she turns to press a kiss against the sensitive space beneath his ear.
Maeve stutters out a breath against his lips, easily giving in to him as her body comes to life. His tongue presses into her mouth as she lifts up onto her tip toes, trying to get closer to him. Needing to be closer to him. Whatever chill that plagued her before was gone completely. All that was left in its wake was embers in her belly, stirring to life as he nips gently at her bottom lip. She takes in greedy sips of air when he pulls back, eyes fluttering open to look up at him and the typically pale green of her irises seems darker now, pupils blown wide with lust.
Her head tilts back further as he presses his face into her neck, teeth finding home in her pale flesh, reclaiming her for himself. A breathy sigh washes over her throat, bringing goosebumps to the surface as his breath cools the water that beads on her skin. If he wasn't so close to his ear, she likely would have missed what he said, but she's straining to hear anything from him. To figure out what to do. "Don't be sorry.." She breathes in return, fingers tangling in his hair as she arches against him, pressing impossibly closer. "I want you too." And she does. More than she realized. Not just physically. It's more than that, but her need for him is winning right now. There little reunion wasn't enough to satisfy her. Not when she finally has him.
"Aren't going to mess this up.." Maeve murmurs, running her free hand down his back lightly, nails trailing over his skin. It kind of clicks what he means. He doesn't want it to seem like he's using her. That this is just sex. It isn't just sex anymore. It can't be. Not after their talk. It's more than that and it will always be more than that. As long as they keep talking. They keep growing and building each other up. They can indulge. "We're both physical people... Would be dumb to think that we wouldn't do anything.." She says with a soft laugh, voice warm and sweet against his ear as she turns to press a kiss against the sensitive space beneath his ear.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
