you say money isnt everything
It only takes another moment before he's falling with her, jerking and twitching as his fingers dig into her delicate skin. He doesn't mean to leave marks but it's probably too late. When he's finished, chest heaving and head down, he finally lets her go. A breath and then he's pulling away from her to get dressed. He's shaky and can't quite figure out why. His clothes cling to his body and he feels gross in several different ways. Maybe he'll go dunk himself in the ocean after this, get the lingering lavender off his skin. He looks at her over his shoulder, letting himself drink her in one last time as he puts his boots on.
"Was fun. M'sure I'll see you around. Good luck, Maeve." As much as he wants to tease her, to call her Kitten, to imply she wasn't a good shag, he can't make himself do it. He just wants to leave. One last comb of his hand through his hair and he's making his way out the door. He hopes he never steps foot in this place again.
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
