you say money isnt everything
This is a dangerous game they're playing. At least it is for him. He's not setting up his usual walls, not casually shoving away the intimacy that comes with things like this. He should just leave but part of him thinks sex will make it better. But another part knows it won't. She knows him too well, somehow, without even really knowing him. Sure, they've talked but were either of them really telling the truth? He doesn't know.But he's always been a bit of an idiot and he doesn't plan on stopping now. He settles over her, kneeling between her legs as he leans down to push her shirt up. Her tummy is pale and soft looking and begging to be kissed, so that's what he does. He starts at her hip and works his way up to her breast, pausing only to bite at the delicate skin. He meets her gaze, holding it as he leans down to lavish attention on her tit. They're small, palm sized and perfect. There's an audible pop as he leans back up, finally really looking at her. Maeve really is beautiful, especially with a blush painted across her cheeks. No wonder she's popular.
Leaning down, he presses a kiss to her throat before working his way back down to her hips. Locke tucks his fingers into her shorts and starts to slowly pull them down, holding her gaze as he does so. She's welcome to stop him if she wants.
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
