LOCKE
The second he pulls away from the kiss he realizes how much he messed up. Egotistical smirk gone in seconds as he flounders in his own thoughts. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I forgot.. Promise I won't do it again." And he means it. No more playing. This isn't a little kid with no fear, this is a woman with trauma. He can't treat it the same. He brushes the hair out of her face before pulling her in for a soft kiss. "Let's take a break. Have some snacks, work on the sand castle then we'll try again, okay?"
"Gonna turn you again, okay? Just lay back and try to float and I'll put you to shore. Like a little boat." He tries to laugh like he hadn't just did something terrible to his girlfriend. Once she's turned, he hooks his arms under her arm pits and starts to walk backwards. He does his best to keep her at a not entirely uncomfortable angle but soon the water is too shallow and he's practically leaning over her as he walks. He drops sets her in the sand, letting the water lap at her legs before standing back up with a groan.
"Wanna see what I made you? I waited until you were working on the Halenani so it'd be a surprise.."
"Gonna turn you again, okay? Just lay back and try to float and I'll put you to shore. Like a little boat." He tries to laugh like he hadn't just did something terrible to his girlfriend. Once she's turned, he hooks his arms under her arm pits and starts to walk backwards. He does his best to keep her at a not entirely uncomfortable angle but soon the water is too shallow and he's practically leaning over her as he walks. He drops sets her in the sand, letting the water lap at her legs before standing back up with a groan.
"Wanna see what I made you? I waited until you were working on the Halenani so it'd be a surprise.."
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
