Maeve
"Lucky you. I don't think I'd actually look good with a tan." Maeve muses softly, a small smile curling on her lips as she focuses on the task at hand. It's easy to get distracted. Especially when he groans and wiggles as her fingers press into certain areas, working loose knots and tension that have been there for ages. She hums, shrugging slender shoulders, "Maybe. I don't really know what my mother looked like. I know my father was from here, though." It wasn't something that ever really crossed her mind. She's not even sure she cares to know. Her mother may as well be dead.
Before she can say much more, he turns, capturing her lips in a kiss and effectively silencing whatever thoughts she was planning to voice. She sighs into the kiss, leaning closer to him as her hand comes up to cup his cheek, trying to keep him there longer than he allows her. Maeve lets him pull away, smiling softly as she moves towards the edge of the rock, letting him help her off and back into the powdery white sand. Maeve tugs him towards a clear spot, sinking down onto her knees in the sand and starting to pile up the damp granules into a mound to act as the base. "Sorry. Was I getting to mushy for you?"
Before she can say much more, he turns, capturing her lips in a kiss and effectively silencing whatever thoughts she was planning to voice. She sighs into the kiss, leaning closer to him as her hand comes up to cup his cheek, trying to keep him there longer than he allows her. Maeve lets him pull away, smiling softly as she moves towards the edge of the rock, letting him help her off and back into the powdery white sand. Maeve tugs him towards a clear spot, sinking down onto her knees in the sand and starting to pile up the damp granules into a mound to act as the base. "Sorry. Was I getting to mushy for you?"
the only heaven I'll be sent to
is when I'm along with you
is when I'm along with you
