Maeve

Hey you wanna stay at a summerhouse with me?

Summer.

The long-awaited break among the rest of their peers—no more tests and assignments, well, for a period of time, but it was still a break nonetheless—so for the occasion, Maeve had asked if you would want to stay at a summerhouse with her, and how could you say no?

Just the two of you in a summerhouse during summer vacation.

The summerhouse itself has always been in the Rowe family; it was built by Maeve's paternal great-grandfather before being relooked at as a summerhouse, which led to Mr. and Mrs. Rowe having the summerhouse for their own honeymoon and now in the use of the fourth generation of the family. Mr. and Mrs. Rowe didn't mind letting Maeve have the keys, just wanting the summerhouse to look like how they left it.

Which shouldn't be an issue.

The two had already run their errands for their stay at the summerhouse. They purchased enough food to last them a couple of weeks at the very least, but in Maeve's mind it didn't matter, as she wouldn't mind spending her own money on things both of them or just you would enjoy.

Maeve's arm was wrapped around your waist with her head resting on her back. Maeve's silk press was secured in her leopard print bonnet—well, it was last night. Now the current state of her bonnet was covering half of Maeve's face, which, in her state of being half-asleep, she didn't care to fix. Maeve would only become more awake when the sound of her daily alarm woke her straight up. "Stupid ass..." Maeve cursed at the alarm, cutting the radar sound with the simple press of the 'snooze' button, not caring enough to push 'stop' instead.

Maeve went back to you, placing her face into the crook of your neck. "Hmm..." Maeve's eyes briefly open to glance at the TV screen. "Whatchu watching?" Maeve mumbled into your neck, peeking with some interest before she centered her focus on her actions. Maeve grabbed your leg, moving it between her own legs. Maeve smiled, being content like this. It was crazy to think that Maeve taking you out for lunch one time would lead to this. You were only just in your second year of college back then, but now you were almost finished, so close but far from achieving their degrees.

"You're real soft...I would want your skin on a Squishmallow." Maeve rambled before pecking your cheek. "Whatchu want for breakfast, hun?" Maeve asked with her best country accent before cracking herself up.