Oh well, reveling was definitely good. Reveling was on top of the list because honestly, he made her feel like a queen in so many ways. Sometimes, she honestly felt like she should be called Aphrodite from the way he made her feel. Maybe they could incorporate that into their playing some time. And he could be Adonis. Or Ares. Which ever he preferred. (She had a strange love for the insanity that was Greek myth because it was just So Fucked Up.)
Really? Even when she was beating the living daylights out of him for stupidity? Well, okay maybe they’d never gone that far but she’d smacked him around enough and never felt guilty about it. Anyone else and she would have been called abusive. Never with Cathair.
Mae had never forgotten that night. This was not that night. This was two days without sex not two years of torment. Surely this couldn’t even compare to what he’d done to her that night... Oh god how she loved those memories. They turned her on even with a split second’s thought and she whimpered a little at that moment. Mae gasped a little when he pressed her to the wall and she put her arms around his neck, lifting herself up to wrap her legs around his waist.
When she responded to his kiss it became a battle of tongues and teeth because she was not very gentle at all. Finesse never really mattered. And while she rather enjoyed kissing him, she made a decided and obvious effort to rip her mouth away just for a moment, <“Get my gun. It’s digging into my back.”> That wasn’t the best pain in the world. And honestly, it could be down right dangerous.
While he focused on that, she shrugged out of the light coat which was too bloody hot to be wearing but layers were important. Which meant that she wanted to get out of them immediately.