LOCKE
"Want me to do a sexy dance or something for you? Can watch me put sunscreen on myself." His cheeks are red and it has nothing to do with the sun. Not at all. But he's got sunscreen to put on her and lemon cookies to figure out. Plus, she can't see him anyway.
He hums in acknowledgement, still caught half between lotioning her and plotting recipes in his head. "That might work. Or do a dip. Like one half iced and the other not? Drizzle would look better though. Not that I'm selling them but still. Presentation is important." Is it Locke? Have you ever gotten your hair cut properly? Ever tried to look nice?
He leans forward with a little laugh, fingers working the lotion into her ears before going back down her neck. "But if they're sunburnt, how will I be able to bite them, hmm?" He snaps his teeth in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't want crispy ears." His fingers rub the lotion across her nose and cheeks before working his way down her front. He might get a little handsy, it's fine. It's the pros of putting lotion on someone.
He hums in acknowledgement, still caught half between lotioning her and plotting recipes in his head. "That might work. Or do a dip. Like one half iced and the other not? Drizzle would look better though. Not that I'm selling them but still. Presentation is important." Is it Locke? Have you ever gotten your hair cut properly? Ever tried to look nice?
He leans forward with a little laugh, fingers working the lotion into her ears before going back down her neck. "But if they're sunburnt, how will I be able to bite them, hmm?" He snaps his teeth in her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Don't want crispy ears." His fingers rub the lotion across her nose and cheeks before working his way down her front. He might get a little handsy, it's fine. It's the pros of putting lotion on someone.
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
