LOCKE
He looks at her, tilting his head in thought, "I might be convinced.." She tucks herself against him and he has to admit he wouldn't be against doing this again. It already feels like they're planning on it and while he's not entirely serious, he thinks he could be.
See, Locke goes both ways. He's happy to ravish or be ravished. He has a feeling it's going to be the former tonight and that's perfectly fine with him. He's always enjoyed using his mouth and she looks delectable. Especially with her shirt off. His fingers skim across her chest, palming her breast lightly before pulling her against him. Locke's hands run down her back before slipping over her ass. He grabs it firmly, growling softly as he pulls her against him.
"Is that what you wanted? Me to touch you in the bar? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" He's got no image to keep but she does. Maybe he'd been too delicate with it. He tucks his face into her neck, nipping and kissing along her pulse as her fingers work under his shirt. Where she had smooth, unblemished skin, he had scars. Some are old, some are new, some are barely visible. Maybe one day he'll tell her how he got them.
But for now he's finding the zipper to her skirt, keen on getting it off of her. He only pauses to pull his own shirt off, dropping it onto the floor without much care. Honestly he might be a little over eager but it's been entirely too long since he's gotten laid.
See, Locke goes both ways. He's happy to ravish or be ravished. He has a feeling it's going to be the former tonight and that's perfectly fine with him. He's always enjoyed using his mouth and she looks delectable. Especially with her shirt off. His fingers skim across her chest, palming her breast lightly before pulling her against him. Locke's hands run down her back before slipping over her ass. He grabs it firmly, growling softly as he pulls her against him.
"Is that what you wanted? Me to touch you in the bar? Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" He's got no image to keep but she does. Maybe he'd been too delicate with it. He tucks his face into her neck, nipping and kissing along her pulse as her fingers work under his shirt. Where she had smooth, unblemished skin, he had scars. Some are old, some are new, some are barely visible. Maybe one day he'll tell her how he got them.
But for now he's finding the zipper to her skirt, keen on getting it off of her. He only pauses to pull his own shirt off, dropping it onto the floor without much care. Honestly he might be a little over eager but it's been entirely too long since he's gotten laid.
There's beauty in all kinds of danger
But none so beautiful as you
But none so beautiful as you
