Fuck you very much

lucas please allow me to introduce myself "Well, I've been told I can be quite frustrating," Lucas admitted with a grin, though he was of the opinion that his silver tongue could be of much better use elsewhere. His breath hitched at the sudden disappearance of his shirt, though it soon melted into dark laughter. She could disintegrate the rest of his clothes too if she wanted - it wasn't like he felt the cold. He did feel the utter lack of anything to evidence the fire she had kindled inside him, however, and he shucked out of his jacket willingly. "You don't seem the type to want a please," he muttered, helping to lay the garment out before suddenly hitching her closer. He might not be able to show her his interest, but he could damned well tell her. With hands roaming beneath her clothes, fingers chasing up her back, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear and whispered filth and honey to her. How he would make her scream his name without even telling her what it was; how he would coax and tease her to the brink of orgasm and back again; the devilish deeds accomplished by his hands and tongue and teeth -- all of this he explained in graphic and delicious detail as he coaxed her to lay down upon his jacket. "How does that sound, doll?" he asked, already tearing her shirt open to bare her breasts to his hungry eyes.