The increasing rhythm of his hips does wonders for her. Maeve would be scrambling for more of him if he weren't so good at giving it to her on his own. It would be so easy to call what comes over her an animal abandon, but it's the most human thing in the world to give over to the need and want of the flesh with someone you care for. Perhaps human is the wrong word, but it will have to try encompasses that shared drive for inhuman and variously human things to feel connection and satisfaction.

She draws him into herself over and over again as his mouth offers her skin so many sensation, before she feels that beautiful moment of culmination. She can't gather enough to yell his name, but "Blade" tumbles breathlessly from her mouth with a depth of power that she couldn't manage if she tried to. Only here, only now, lost in a moment where her conscious mind can't interfere can she spend it and the burst of power that has them surrounded by a fairy ring of ice as Maeve collapses against him, holding him tightly through the shuddering waves that was through her.