Drowning but it feels so good

Maeve Smith. 26. Cook on The Deadly Tide.

[runawaymaeve]

miles-tulach‌:

When Maeve opened the door he hadn’t expected her to look so tired or perhaps hungover. Smiling he said hello back and walked inside her villa. The sofa had blankets on it and there was a trash can next to it, which gave Miles a few clues to her condition. “Were you drinking without me last night?” he asked, grinning at her before moving in close to feel her head with the back of his hand. She felt warm, but he wasn’t sure it was a fever. “I actually came over to see if you wanted to fuck. I couldn’t get our last time off of my mind,” he stated bluntly, not sure why he was feeling that way about her. “But you don’t exactly look like you’re in the right condition for a hard romp. So what’s wrong with you? Please tell me it’s not contagious,” he pulled his v-neck up over his mouth, pretending to ward off her germs. Miles was a bit of a germaphobe and even the mention of sickness caused him to mentally panic. 

“No... I haven’t had anything in a few days. I can’t kick whatever the fuck this is,” Maeve answered. She watched as Miles feel her forehead then pulled up his shirt over his mouth. She rolled her eyes before collapsing back onto the couch. She leaned back against the back of the couch for a few moments before bringing her legs onto the couch and crossing her legs. “I don’t think it’s contagious, my royal hasn’t gotten sick,” she shrugged then smiled half-heartedly, “Maybe I’m allergic to him.” She paused then added as she played with the blanket. “I’m glad you still wanna fuck me though,” she added.

[runawaymaeve]

Maeve sat at her kitchen table, with her leg on the chair and her knee folded against her chest. She was trying to fight off this nausea she was feeling while Luka was making breakfast for them. It was a nice gesture but anything and everything sounded disgusting right now. It wasn’t his fault and she was going to make an effort not to blame him. She was sure he was a good cook. “You really don’t have to do this,” she started, realizing talking was a mistake. She quickly took a sip from her coffee hoping it would settle her stomach. She looked up from the cup and over at Luka. She was starting to feel warm, but didn’t want to attract attention to how she felt by opening every single goddamn window in this villa. @luka-rossi

[runawaymaeve]

luka-rossi‌:

Luka simply shook his head at her haughty tone and attitude. “You say that like I actually care to be one of your friends,” he stated, then sat down on what would be his bed until he left the godforsaken island. “You’re not a big conversationalist…clearly,” he added, wondering when she’d walk away so he could get some privacy and eventually some sleep. It was obvious his very presence annoyed her, which made it baffling that she allowed him live in her villa. Most captors left their captives at the Tulach House if they didn’t want to be bothered. Luka knew that could still be an option if he pissed her off enough. Ignoring her dick comment, Luka pulled the top sheet over his lower half so he wouldn’t - quote, unquote - give her a good laugh. “I only strive to see you smile,” he said as sincerely as he could master, wearing a smile across his lips.

Maeve watched as he got himself tucked in. Everything he was saying was true, but there would be no way in hell or high water that she would admit that to him. She didn’t like people, especially him, and would be thrilled to never see him again after this island. She didn’t like talking to people because people wanted to know things, things she didn’t like to think about let alone talk about. “Right,” she squinted at him, “we’ll see how this goes and if you’re good, you might be able to stay. Maybe even in the spare bedroom.” She walked into her kitchen to grab a water bottle. She didn’t say goodnight on purpose and instead just shut off the lights and headed toward her bedroom. She normally kept her door open, but tonight it was securely shut with a chair propped under the door handle. She told herself it was so he didn’t come wandering in, but she knew it was so she could keep herself inside.

[runawaymaeve]

Maeve had the windows to her villa open and was hoping the fresh ocean air would alleviate her nausea. For the past few days, she’d woken up with the worst nausea. Luka had caught her throwing up a few times too. She had told him it was the flu and for the most part she thought it was but there was a small worried voice in the back of her head said it was something else. She’d let Luka into her spare bedroom after not being able to deal with him on the couch any longer so her couch was back to being her resting zone. She had a cool washcloth on her forehead when she heard a knock at the door. She slowly got to her feet and removed the washcloth from her forehead. She walked over to the door and opened it up seeing Miles standing there. “Hey,” she greeted with a small smile before opening it wider so he could walk in, “if you need me to do pirate-y stuff it’s gonna have to wait until tomorrow.” @miles-tulach

[runawaymaeve]

theaussie-scoundrel‌:

Cleo was what many would consider a loner in the day, it was only at night she livened up with her gambling, drinking and all round good times. The day was always perplexing for her since she often missed it if the previous night had been eventful enough. Cleo felt like she was in a hamster wheel on the island, she wasn’t used to being so un-busy. Yet her cool nature refused to let it show. The mornings activity was simple and and enjoyable for Cleo, it consisted of her lining up the many beer bottles she had cleaned from her rather more shabby villa and placing them on a wall. Laying out three of her best guns she drew her longer slender fingers over them and gave a soft sigh, her mothers antique guns. There was always an exhilaration when firing one of the muskets, the smoke they gave off, the power with the kickback. Guns weren’t made like that anymore. Picking up the smoothbore long gun she was in the mood for a different flavour, the woman taking aim and with eagle eyes, picked off some of the bottles with perfect precision and minimum effort that was almost cold and calculated. “I wouldn’t creep on someone who is armed” she then said without having to look behind her “I could miss”

Maeve was heading toward the canteen. She was sick to her stomach and the last thing she wanted to do was be around food, but it was her job. She was lost in her own thoughts when she heard the gun go off. She turned and walked toward the sound wondering who was practicing this early. She saw Cleo and kept her distance knowing better than to get near a loaded gun and a fired up pirate. “I’m pretty damn close to losing whatever’s in my stomach so I guess we’re both trigger happy,” she greeted with a small smirk.

[runawaymaeve]

luka-rossi‌:

By now Maeve’s outbursts barely phased the Italian prince. Somehow he managed to hold back his smirk, though he wasn’t sure for how long. “The only thing I’m invested in, cara mia, is getting off this island. Whether or not you and I have sex doesn’t really effect me,” he stated matter-of-factly while fluffing one of the pillows she gave him and putting it where he wanted. “Besides, do you actually like anyone?” He asked, wanting to add that she seemed to have a perpetual stick up her ass that prevented her from enjoying life, but refraining from such words as to not lose his sleeping arrangements. “You can’t even take a simple thank you,” he gestured with his hand, referring to the way her eyes averted at the mention of compliment or polite response. Pulling his shirt over his head, he began to undress to get ready for bed. Whether she felt the need to explain herself was yet to be seen, but from what he already knew of the blonde pirate, she was liable to stand there and gawk at him, or as she had mentioned earlier ‘laugh and point,’ if he got naked. “I’m keeping my boxers on, before you go and panic.”

Maeve loved the fact that he had no control over when he would leave the island. Personally she knew she couldn’t control him, but her family or people she considered family would. He was key and he was trapped here. She was about to answer when he asked if she liked anyone. “My personal life is none of your business but for the record there are a lot of people I like you just aren’t one of them,” she snapped, wishing she wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. She was sure she was playing right into his hand. She hated how she couldn’t control herself around him completely. “I’m not going to panic if you’re naked. I’ve seen plenty of dick before and I can use a good laugh,” she added.

[runawaymaeve]

miles-tulach‌:

Maeve was right - Miles should have ordered it - but for some reason he hadn’t. Being with Maeve was new and reckless. He should have known better that she’d enjoy his ordering on and off the ship. “That’s a command,” he stated firmly, though he was melting inside at the usage of his title. He could feel her tight walls grip him more fervently and to appease her demands, he hastened his speed to slam into her core harder. Moving his mouth to her neck, Miles licked and sucked at her flesh as he too began to find his release. His hips rocked roughly against hers and didn’t slow until all of his seed spilled inside of her. “Fuck,” he cursed also, kissing down her neck where he had made his marks. Pulling out of her he looked around at the mess they made and a smirk came to his lips. “Should we clean this up or leave it?” He asked, already knowing both their answers.

Maeve dug her nails into Miles’s back when he came. He was better than she thought he’d be. She was left exhausted and satisfied which is the only way to end sex. She found herself grinning when he slowed down then forced herself back into her normal facial expression, she didn’t want to give his ego the giant boost it didn’t need. She looked around at the mess and shook her head. “Leave it,” she answered before pushing him away from her lightly. She hopped down from the desk and patted him on the back. “That was fun,” she commented with a light smile before beginning to gather her clothes. She dressed as quickly as she could not wanting to stick around for any possibly awkward small talk.

[runawaymaeve]

luka-rossi‌:

After inspecting the couch further and coming to the conclusion it didn’t pull out into a bed, Luka stated firmly, “It doesn’t.” His legs would definitely be dangling over the end of the sofa, which wouldn’t make for an optimal sleeping arrangement, but at this point it was better than the floor. Shrugging his shoulders at her next words Luka said, “Fine, I will give you more time to admit it to yourself first. You know where to find me when you’re ready to act out your fantasies.” He winked at the blonde pirate before taking the sheets she gave him and began making his bed. They’d end up fucking sooner or later, Luka was surprised she was holding back this long. Most women didn’t have the restraint concerning the Italian prince. “Thank you again. The last thing I expected was for you to give me a place to stay,” he met her eyes and gave her a genuine smile.

Maeve watched as he made up his bed. She wondered if before coming here he had ever made a bed, but he didn’t complain so she wouldn’t give him a hard time about it either. Maybe he’d eventually learn not to complain and she might be a little nicer to him... might. “Why are you so invested in fucking me?” she blurted out, “Outside of the physical stuff. I don’t like you so most people would move onto someone who actually gave a shit about them.” She assumed he liked the challenge, she figured she was a conquest for him and nothing else, but she wondered if he would admit it. She nodded when he thanked her, but her eyes went to the floor. She didn’t do well with genuine emotion and she didn’t want to give him any more ideas that she might actually like him in a strange way.

[runawaymaeve]

henrybishop‌:

Henry couldn’t help but snicker as he saw Maeve come up from the water. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite person on this island.” He said with a grin before nodding, “Well, then. I guess I’m just going to have to wait until someone gets me my water wings. Can’t swim an inch.” He teased. “What brings you out here this late at night?”

“You can always jump in and drown,” she replied sharply. She wasn’t a fan of Henry’s, hell she wasn’t a fan of any of the royals. She didn’t know if it was the fact that she babysat them or if she just genuinely hated them. “I needed some space,” she answered, “There’s a prince crashing on my couch and he’s making my large villa feel like a coffin.” She tread water not wanting to stand and appear as short as she was.

[runawaymaeve]

luka-rossi‌:

Once inside her place he looked at the couch she gestured to, pleased from what he saw. The villa was really nice, but all the ones he had seen were pretty remarkable. The pirates knew how to live comfortably. “You clearly mistake my intent. I’m very secure naked. It is how God intended, you know.” He watched her avoid eye contact with him while she grabbed some sheets for the couch. “Does it pull out into a bed?” He asked curiously. “Not even in the coves before we got interrupted?” Luka questioned, not believing her words. He had been pretty certain she wanted to jump his bones on their little adventure and had it not been for her phone going off, something would have transpired between then. He could be wrong, but he didn’t often confuse signals.

Maeve frowned for a moment at his question. “I have no idea, I’ve never tried,” she admitted with a shrug. She turned back to look at him when he mentioned the coves. She remembered that she had been determined to prove a point to him in the coves, but she also knew that there was always tension between them. She wasn’t going to admit that, but it was there even now. “I think,” she started, “you imagine our chemistry ‘cause it isn’t here buddy. There’s no sexual tension between us, there wasn’t then and there isn’t now.” She kept her eyes on his afraid that if she looked down, her eyes would linger over his body and prove his point.

[runawaymaeve]

miles-tulach‌:

“Mmm that’s a good girl,” he practically purred as his eyes took in the sight of her beautiful cunt spread out for him to ravish. When her question hit his ears, Miles smirked and without warning, pushed his erect cock inside of her, filling her up to the hilt. “Just for that I should have you beg to cum, you naughty minx,” He half growled, knowing it was all just a part of their kinky roleplay. Maeve was so beautiful that he couldn’t keep himself from wanting her. “You’re so fucking sexy with your mouth ajar like that. Makes me want to fuck your mouth after all,” he said while he pounded into her pussy more aggressively, squeezing tightly in her depths, making his cock throb at how nice and tight she was. “I’ll have you squirting all over this desk before I’m done with you. That is a promise,” he stated, moving his fingers to tease her clit for added stimulation.

Maeve bit her lip as he spoke to her. He was starting to impress her which was hard to do. She gasped as he picked up the pace. She kind of liked egging him on like this. She grinned when he said he could make her squirt. She’d never done that before and she didn’t think she’d start now. “Should be an order,” she replied breathlessly, “because you’re my Captain.” His added touch to her was pushing over the edge quickly. She moved her hands to grasp his neck lightly as she felt herself come quickly. She moaned his name as she pressed her hips into his harder. “Fuck Miles,” she gasped, holding onto him tightly.

[runawaymaeve]

“I wasn’t planning to swim,” he said honestly as he sat down on the edge of the water and put just his foot inside, he wasn’t feeling like swimming that day, he just wanted to sit down like he was doing and watch the water, it was something that calmed him down. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about it, but whenever he was feeling stressed or just kind of down, watching it was something calmed him down, just sit down on the edge with his foot down. Even though it didn’t have any waved, it was still calming to him. “I just like to sit down like this with my foot down, I know it seems weird, but even when I don’t swim, I already feel kind of calm.”

Maeve swam back away from the edge to give him some space. She wasn’t the kind of person who could provide comfort to anyone. She wasn’t sure why a royal needed calming down either. Nobody was torturing them so it was hard to find any sympathy. “Do you need me to call you a masseur too?” she asked sarcastically, “Might light some candles? Wouldn’t want you to feel stressed out at any time during your stay here.”  @blueblxod

[runawaymaeve]

It was a little past eleven and Maeve was avoiding sleep. She’d been having a recurring nightmare lately and she didn’t want to face it again tonight. She’d found herself at the fitness center and the pool to be exact. Being that most of her life was spent on the water, swimming was her favorite form of exercise. Her mind shut off when she was underwater. It was the most at peace Maeve ever was. Her head emerged after swimming a few laps and looked around the mostly empty indoor pool. She wiped some of the water away from her face and leaned against the edge and closed her eyes. Voices caused her eyes to open a few moments later and she saw a few people wander in. She dove under the water again and began swimming. After reaching the other side, she saw someone standing over the edge of the water. “We don’t have water wings if you can’t swim,” she greeted blankly.

[runawaymaeve]

luka-rossi‌:

Maeve’s obvious attempt to belittle him only made Luka smile, but he held back a sarcastic laugh. He didn’t need to ruin his chances at having a reasonable place to sleep. His back would never forgive him otherwise. “I can?” He questioned curiously, ignoring the last part of her statement. “You might get too turned on with my Italian meat hanging out 24/7. I see the way that you look at me. It’s a combination of wanting to kiss me and kill me at the same time. It’s quite the turn on, if I’m being honest.” Luka followed her inside, closing the door behind them. “Should I just get naked now so we can hash it out? 

Maeve took of her jacket and set it on the table. She turned around to face Luka, fighting the very real urge to chop off his Italian meat. “Make yourself at home,” she started, gesturing toward the couch, “if that involved getting your junk out because you’re that insecure then go for it.” She moved toward a lien closet and began to pull out some sheets, a blanket, and a pillow. “We’re not hashing anything out and,” she paused as she turned back to face him, “for the record, I have never wanted to kiss you so you’re wrong... again.” She walked the bedding over to the couch and set it down on one end.

[stevenjackie]

[runawaymaeve]

@luka-rossi

[runawaymaeve]

noahgraves‌:

He returned the smirk without missing a beat.

“I didn’t realize that was a question.” But his smirk faded quickly enough to a grin, and he laughed a little as the moon began to sink behind one of the craggy ridges of the coves. He rolled his lower lip between his teeth.

“Well. Out with it.” His hand gestured expansively. “I got tricked into going stateside, back to school–” he said it with a bit of a scoff, because he was twenty-five, because it was one stupid history class he needed. “–because a degree is really what you need, out here.” He rolled his eyes. “What did you do?”

Maeve wasn’t sure him receiving an education was stupid, but she wasn’t going to disagree. It sounded like a pain to be uprooted so she wasn’t going to question it. Maeve wasn’t sure where to start on her ever-growing long list of stupid things she did. She took a long sip of beer before setting it back down in the sand. “I invited the king of annoying royals to sleep on my couch,” she admitted with a nod, glancing back up at Noah, “It was a dumb move because I just got the place to myself but I’m not even supposed to be watching him and he’s camping out on my couch.”

[runawaymaeve]

miles-tulach‌:

Miles enjoyed her correction, though still sent another stinging slap to her ass, as if to reprimand her for talking back to a superior. A chuckle almost escaped from him when she mentioned breaking the desk, which only caused him to plow into her tight cunt harder. “Why would I want to do that when I have this sweet pussy to fuck,” he asked rhetorically, picking up his speed and giving her long thrusts deep into her core. “I want to watch you cum all over my cock,” he stated while pulling out of her and moving his hands to her waist to pull her up and around to face him. Catching her lips briefly for a kiss, he then instructed her to lay on the desk. “Spread those beautiful legs for your Captain,” he ordered, soaking in her beauty with lust filled eyes.

Maeve gasped as he pushed himself into her harder. Her hair was starting to stick to the back of her neck, but she didn’t care. She grinned, biting her lip as he said he didn’t want to fuck her mouth. She was turned around before she could think about it and she returned his kiss eagerly. She spread her legs wider for him and sat up more. She scooted herself to the edge of the desk and wrapped her ankles around his legs. “What if my Captain can’t make me come?” she challenged playfully. She opened her mouth a little to feign shock and to show that she was kidding. She had no doubts he’d have to help off the desk because her legs wouldn’t work after orgasming with him.