Maeve
A strong arm loops around her waist, holding her steady as she wraps her limbs around him, not daring to loosen her grip. Maeve rolls her eyes at him and even goes so far to stick out her tongue, "We're lucky your ego isn't any bigger. Otherwise we'd sink down to the bottom." Maeve quips back, huffing out a faint laugh as she leans into him. This is nice. This is the kind of swimming she wants to do. The kind where she hangs on to someone else and they do all the work.
But then he goes and makes it better. His hands shift to her ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze as he draws her even closer to him until they're flush together. Her chest presses against his, pushing up her breasts just enough to be distracting. Not that he's all that distracted. It's her who lets her mind drift, listening to honey sweet words that warm in her belly, setting her heart beating for an entirely different reason. "That does sound nice..." She starts to agree. The scowl that was on her lips melting away into a little smirk. Up until he dunks them both. Her grip doesn't release him, but her eyes squeeze shut as the sensation of being submerged washes over her. She doesn't thrash in the water, but the instinct to draw in a panicked breath overwhelms her, resulting in water up her nose.
When they reemerge she coughs, wiping harshly at her face to push her hair from her eyes as her chest heaves with ragged breaths that do nothing to push away the icy panic. Maeve accepts the kiss, not having enough mind to push him away as the adrenaline courses through her body. "What the fuck?" She pants, shooting him a little glare even if nothing really happened. Even if he did pull her back up that wasn't cool. "Please don't do that again. Seriously. I don't like going under like that." The last part is said a little softer as her cheeks flush and she draws in another shaky breath, "It's too much like before." And she isn't really mad. Just scared. Maeve focuses on filling her lungs and calming her heart, meeting soft hazel eyes as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'll.. I'll try again, but slower, okay?" She was going to figure this out, damn it.
But then he goes and makes it better. His hands shift to her ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze as he draws her even closer to him until they're flush together. Her chest presses against his, pushing up her breasts just enough to be distracting. Not that he's all that distracted. It's her who lets her mind drift, listening to honey sweet words that warm in her belly, setting her heart beating for an entirely different reason. "That does sound nice..." She starts to agree. The scowl that was on her lips melting away into a little smirk. Up until he dunks them both. Her grip doesn't release him, but her eyes squeeze shut as the sensation of being submerged washes over her. She doesn't thrash in the water, but the instinct to draw in a panicked breath overwhelms her, resulting in water up her nose.
When they reemerge she coughs, wiping harshly at her face to push her hair from her eyes as her chest heaves with ragged breaths that do nothing to push away the icy panic. Maeve accepts the kiss, not having enough mind to push him away as the adrenaline courses through her body. "What the fuck?" She pants, shooting him a little glare even if nothing really happened. Even if he did pull her back up that wasn't cool. "Please don't do that again. Seriously. I don't like going under like that." The last part is said a little softer as her cheeks flush and she draws in another shaky breath, "It's too much like before." And she isn't really mad. Just scared. Maeve focuses on filling her lungs and calming her heart, meeting soft hazel eyes as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. "I'll.. I'll try again, but slower, okay?" She was going to figure this out, damn it.
If you love me let me go
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
