He loved she was an evil shrew. It kept him on his toes, that was for certain. To be honest, before she forced her way into his life, it wasn't all that thrilling. Yes, there was the great revolution, which was more hours and hours of drawing up attack plans and research for him than anything else. And his cover life had been downright dull. He'd never really craved excitement outside of battle until Mae started pursuing him relentlessly.
She'd turned his orderly life on it's bloody ear and he loved it. He'd been lacking something, a bit that was missing to keep him satisfied, a void he'd ignored for so long. Once he let himself see it, the missing piece was right there. It was her, with her mad youth and her bold hands and her wicked, cruel wit. She was everything he was never allowed to, never allowed himself, to be.
He didn't put up with her so much as revel in her. Maeve was all too aptly named, intoxicating she definitely was. Turned him into a junkie who couldn't live without his fix. She was one addiction he never was giving up.
And no, the bit of holding her she let him do when she was too drunk and too upset to protest didn't count. Cath rather liked cuddling. And he hated when Mae was hands off with him. He liked her touching him, no matter what her intention. Made him feel good, and no one else touched him much before her.
Fucking her against the rail was right out. He couldn't swim, and they were on the 9th deck. No. Besides, they were loud even when trying to be quiet. And she was his wife, no one else got to enjoy their fucking but them. Their neighbours down below got enough of a bloody show from what they heard through the paper thin walls.
Cath snorted as he backed her into room, kicking the door shut behind them. <"Yes,"> he confirmed. He was quite certain he'd gone mad. Ages ago. Her fault. As for the other observation, Mae apparently had forgotten the night he proposed. <"You've that affect on my, sweetheart."> He reminded her as he pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard, tongue ravaging her mouth. His hands set to roaming, fussing with her carefully layered clothing to try and get at her skin to touch and tease.