Maeve would do anything for junk food. Cullen had been baffled to find that she refused to exercise because it made her hot and sweaty, but would walk a mile to and back to the burger place for a box of nuggets. She would also willing apply herself to menial tasks, such as doing the dishes on Trig's night, for candy.
"You can't survive on junk food. You have to eat more, and healthier." He told her one afternoon as they watched a movie in the apartment. Actually, she watched the movie with her head in his lap, while he watched her devour her way through three tubes of chewy mint candy.
"I eat more than junk food!" She protested around a sweet, she always sucked the hard candy coating off before gently chewing it to oblivion. "I have candy."
"Candy is junk food."
She gasped dramatically, and scrambled off his lap to curl on the opposite side of the sofa. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it to herself. "Candy is not junk food. It is the sweet nectar of life." Huffed in mock seriousness.
Cullen hummed thoughtfully at that. "Maybe. It certainly does sound true." He paused and flicked his gaze to her. "For microorganisms."
Maeve looked so adorably outraged at that and started whacking him with the pillow. "You take that back." They laughed, as she continued to gently thump him and he defended himself with an arm. The other snaked around her waist and with a squeak Maeve found herself pressed against him. She couldn't resist sliding her hand across his chest, the hard contours smoothed by his soft shirt. The heat in his eyes intensified as her hand slipped beneath his shirt. Pillow fight forgotten, she leaned forward, brushing her lips teasingly against his before sliding away to press soft kisses along his jaw.
Cullen growled at her feather soft touches, she knew they drove him mad. Well, two could play that game. He traced light circles across her back, fingers traveling the outline of her spine over her cami. He slowly worked his way downwards until he reached that spot she, and consequently he, loved. A gentle press had her groaning, arching, and grasping at his shoulders.
"You...!" She hissed.
"Turnabout's fair play love." Cullen smirked at her.
"I don't understand what that actually means. Well, I mean I do, but why..."
Cullen interrupted by pulling her in for a kiss, she tasted sweet and minty. Maeve hummed into the kiss, matching his exploring tongue with her own. When they broke apart she found herself on her back as Cullen pressed kisses down her throat. He growled in answer to her whimper when he suckled on that sensitive spot on her clavicle.
"Cullen." She protested as pulled away to yank his shirt off.
"Patience, love." He told her in that voice that sent shivers down her spine, and pooled like fire low in her belly.
Maeve hummed as Cullen returned his attentions to her body. Rubbing her already peaked nipples through their cloth covering, and reveling in her moans. Wanting the feel of her skin against his, Cullen pulled her up and helped her remove her cami. His mouth watered at the sight of her flushed skin, and wasted no time in latching onto a hardened bud. She all but screamed at the sensation, hands clutching at his head to pull him away, pull him closer.
He laid her down again, arms shifting to lift her thighs and wrap them around his waist, grinding against her.
A sharp knock on the front door had them freezing in place, panting with need.
"Do remember to use protection!" Called an annoyingly familiar voice.
Cullen groaned letting his head drop onto hers. "I'll kill him." He muttered.
Maeve snorted. "I'll help."
"I can hear you plotting my death in there."
"Dorian, go away!" They both yelled.
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Part 2 to follow sometime this week.
It's a multi-exam week :(
