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complexfemalecharacter) wrote2021-05-05 07:29 pm
complexfemalecharacter) wrote2021-05-05 07:29 pm
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Maeve absolutely cannot believe she's doing this.
It's very possible she loves Steve. She knows she likes him very much, obviously enough that she's willing to go camping with him when camping doesn't really seem like something she's going to enjoy that much. In Darrow, though, they can't exactly get away and while Maeve is mostly perfectly fine with that, it seems like Steve wants to have some kind of getaway.
She would never consider herself high maintenance, but there's something about sleeping in a tent she finds a little perilous and she isn't even sure why. And Maeve isn't used to feeling uncertain, so she tries not to let it show as she packs up a bag, trying to work out what she's supposed to bring camping. They might only be going for a night, but they'll be sleeping outside. In a tent.
"Steve?" she calls, looking at her bag. He's in the living room, finishing up their supplies, and she has no idea what the hell she's doing. "What do I bring to sleep in? How cold is it going to be?"
It's very possible she loves Steve. She knows she likes him very much, obviously enough that she's willing to go camping with him when camping doesn't really seem like something she's going to enjoy that much. In Darrow, though, they can't exactly get away and while Maeve is mostly perfectly fine with that, it seems like Steve wants to have some kind of getaway.
She would never consider herself high maintenance, but there's something about sleeping in a tent she finds a little perilous and she isn't even sure why. And Maeve isn't used to feeling uncertain, so she tries not to let it show as she packs up a bag, trying to work out what she's supposed to bring camping. They might only be going for a night, but they'll be sleeping outside. In a tent.
"Steve?" she calls, looking at her bag. He's in the living room, finishing up their supplies, and she has no idea what the hell she's doing. "What do I bring to sleep in? How cold is it going to be?"
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“Okay, okay,” Steve says, bringing his hand down against her ass in a light slap, holding onto her as he leans over to grab a condom from his bag. After tearing it open with his teeth, he gets the condom out and rolls it down his cock, hissing a bit at the pressure. Thankfully, he already came, so he’ll be able to make this last.
He takes his cock in hand and positions it at her cunt, teasing the head of it through her folds for a moment before sinking in with one smooth thrust. He lets out a low groan and stays buried inside of her for a long moment, letting them both adjust. After taking a deep breath, he pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her ass like he’s trying to get even deeper.
“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he breathes out, ragged and reverent all at once. “Maeve.”