C3 Chapter Three: Old Flames

-In Theo's house-

"Have you moved?"

"Mmm."

"Dr. Clarke, your taste in decorating is still as old days."

"Do you like it?"

"Not too bad."

Maeve lay on a wide sofa with her legs leaning against the handrail and her raised skirt showing a corner of her inner thighs.

Theo took off her heels and stockings, sat on his knees, and Maeve was leaning on her upper body. They looked into each other's eyes, the air was silent for a moment.

Both of them thought of the same long-unreached memory, Maeve's face was calm, and Theo turned his head in embarrassment.

"What the hell am I doing?" he thought.

Theo stood up: "I'm going to take a shower, you ...want to join? If you don't want to, then I'll..."

"When have I ever said "No" to something you want to do?" Theo laughed to himself, hiding the shame that floated up from the bottom of his heart.

"All right." Maeve stood up, their heights close to each other, Theo's breath ruffling against her face.

Maeve touched his warm, reddening cheeks and earlobes, "Help me undress, hm?"

Theo put his arm around her shoulders and reached for the zipper on Maeve's back, fumbling around for a while before taking his eyes off Maeve's face and removing her one-piece dress in a hug.

Theo knew Maeve was not wearing any underwear when he fumbled around, the dress was down to her waist and her panties were nowhere to be seen.

"You've really been out to have an affair and have been prepared obviously." The words contained a fit of jealousy that he himself had not expected.

"Because you are the only one for this purpose."

Maeve's answer obviously pleased him.

Theo took Maeve's waist and sat down, removing the dress from his ankles.

He took off his watch and glasses, and the bathroom rattled with water before he half crouched in front of Maeve's knees.

With water still on his hands, he was teased by Maeve: "Dr. Clarke still likes to keep everything clean as ever."

Theo gave her a look: "If I'm a dirty man, will you let me touch you?" The tone was flat, but in the end, it showed his forgiveness and compromise.

Then he separated Maeve's leg, and a pair of the Doctor's hands, rubbed in the middle of the full labia, were drenched, and the long fingers poked unheralded into the pussy, drawing out the glossy juice from the bulging pieces of the inner pussy.

Maeve gasped and grabbed his other warm hand that was pressed against her belly, "Theo......"

"You're in the ovulation period."

Not "safe" for an affair.

However, it is difficult to divide human physical desire and reproductive instinct, so a woman in ovulation has the strongest sexual desire.

Theo carried Maeve into the bathroom without saying a word, he had tested the water temperature when he washed his hands earlier and put the water on.

Maeve watched lazily as Theo used the foaming net to make bubbles, and the milk-white bath balls melted like sugar in the water to blue color and the smell of chamomile.

This is the scented, colorful bath ball she used to use a long time ago, and now of course she didn't like it.

But Theo remained the same as it had been in the past.

Maeve got a rare bit of nostalgic interest.

"Theo, do you want to wash my hair?" Theo had been in for it for a while now, and after years had passed since the habits he had developed before, he subconsciously finished all this before remembering that it was not appropriate to be so attentive at the moment.

Theo let out a nasal muffled sound, and Maeve obediently plopped down on the edge of the tub and turned her head sideways.

The water from the shower was just the right temperature, and as it soaked her scalp a stream of heat poured from the top of her head through her ear and neck, Maeve rubbed her eyes.

Theo's voice floated from above, while a palm brushed her face. He seemed to look meticulously into Maeve's closed eyes and wipe them with a warm towel before speaking, "There."

Maeve tried to open her eyes, but she still felt pain in her eyes. Her frown makes Theo flip her eyelids upwards and Maeve's eyes sting.

Theo coaxed her with a tone of treatment: "That's it, don't move, it won't hurt, let me see the eye."

Maeve barely held her head up for him to take a closer look, the conjunctiva looked like it was engorged with blood and the corner of her eye was red.

"I have no doubt that conjunctivitis that infected your eyes three years ago is still dragging on and hasn't healed." She just can't break the habit of rubbing her eyes with her hands.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Maeve felt the hand that had been holding her eyelids withdrawn and the shower clattered to itself as if no one was in front of her.

Theo returned to the bathroom, held the back of her neck, let her face up, two fingers plucked the upper and lower eyelids, and rinsed her eyeballs.

Maeve thought she was underwater for a second, and with a hand behind her always holding her, she knew she would never fall into the deep end.

"Well, you won't be able to overuse your eyes here with me."

He rarely joked, and Maeve couldn't help but ask, "Does Dr. Clarke mean to make love to me until dawn?"