(SE) we can just dance to this

Maeve

She likes that he likes it. That he has a name just for her. No one else calls her Mae. Just him. Maeve hums softly, a smile on her lips as she lays her cheek against his chest. Her fingers continue their leisurely path across his skin, tracing his new scars as she gazes up at him with adoration in her eyes. It falters only for a moment and she rolls her eyes at him, "I don't get mad." She mutters, feigning irritation as she snaps at him playfully. Maeve won't admit that she actually rather likes the little pet name he's picked for her. She's not going to give him the satisfaction. At least not yet.

Her age? While Maeve wants a child, she doesn't know if she would be able to handle that right now. She's still young. Younger than him. That much was for sure. "And she had more than just you. I suppose it makes sense that she was young when she had you." She muses quietly, but before she can linger on the thoughts further, he's tugging her up for a kiss. It's sweet, a lingering heat behind it as they break apart once more. Maeve nods, a quiet laugh of her own bubbling up in her chest as they sink into something new together.

"There are plenty of things to talk about... Like what we're going to do together in Torchline or where you want to travel.. I could tell you about work.. Maybe my visit to Frey?" She suggests, arching a brow as she urges him to pick their topic of conversation.

And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death