Slowly, cautiously, his fingers traced down her arm, alarm bells ringing in her mind, almost too loud, loud enough that they became quiet. Numb. Monty's eyes connected with hers as she stood there before him, simply in bra and underwear. Fingers traced across her bare stomach, lightly across her panty-line. The usual shuddering sensation that surged through her, the fear of his touch and inability to allow him to push further was over-ruled in her mind within the dream by the ache that groaned in her stomach. A small shift of her hips, and pleasure rolled through her, held tilting back, his lips pressing against her neck.... vulnerability settled in, the wasp in her mind stinging each cell, pulsing and burning.
Pressed lips moved higher to connect to hers, the transference of saliva that she usually so desperately feared. The fire in her head crackled down her throat, into the spaces between the spine, into her chest, wrapping it's way around her heart as his fingers worked between her legs. Fire gripped and squeezed, constricting her heart to no longer pulse. To stop. To stop and
Maeve jolted away, sweat drops dripping from her head, her chest. A small sigh, a small glance around in the room at the institute she called home. 2am. Not that she could sleep anymore. Regardless of the fact it hadn't been real, the dream made her feel dirty. After a quick shower, she tugged upon clothes. Not with the intention of going anyways, but simply a change of thought-process. A walk, perhaps, would remove the heat behind her neck, between her thighs.
After following the the institutes corridors, she stopped abruptly, voices ahead round the next turning. Her fathers voice...
"We cannot be sure what he knows. What he saw. Who knows what Maeve did."
Another voice: "So it's decided then? Best to simply remove him from the equation."
The conversation continued, but it faded into darkness as Maeve's silent shoes pounded upon the floor the other direction . She didn't need to stay longer to understand: Monty was a liability to the cause. If he knew what she was..... He didn't. But it was a risk her father would refuse to take.
Soon enough, after exiting the safety of the institute, she burst into the hospital, glancing around, chest rising and falling heavily: Where would he be? Aside from the women at the reception desk who was asleep, silence and emptiness rattled its way through the place she had so desperately wished to avoid. Mind flickered to the thought of the girl.... had she walked out of here alive?
Forcing that aside, she began to walk down the corridor, knowing she should have a better plan than just this.
She hardly had time to think why she was warning him. Regardless of what he did or didn't know, he was a wizard. He deserved it......right?