LOCKE
The heat of the water on his back pales in comparison to the heat of her as he sinks in. The little sound she makes and the way she tightens around him is everything he could ever want. He bites at her neck, sucking a light mark just over her pulse before trailing kisses to her ear. "You feel amazing, Sera.." And she does. Especially the way she seems to almost fall apart in his hands. Something about such a strong, independent woman being so wanton, just really does something for him.
His pace picks up and he makes a point of driving into her. She can handle it, surely. A little soreness in the morning never hurt anyone. He's not particularly big or anything but still, he gets the job done, or at least he hopes so. He presses more kisses along her jaw, sprinkling in little nips along the way. He stops just shy of her mouth, hesitating. He should kiss her, right? He came to Stormbreak to change, to do something different. The old Locke is dead, right? Out on a beach somewhere. He's so close but the sick feeling comes back and instead of kissing her, he switches sides, sucking marks there. She can cover them up later.
His pace picks up and he makes a point of driving into her. She can handle it, surely. A little soreness in the morning never hurt anyone. He's not particularly big or anything but still, he gets the job done, or at least he hopes so. He presses more kisses along her jaw, sprinkling in little nips along the way. He stops just shy of her mouth, hesitating. He should kiss her, right? He came to Stormbreak to change, to do something different. The old Locke is dead, right? Out on a beach somewhere. He's so close but the sick feeling comes back and instead of kissing her, he switches sides, sucking marks there. She can cover them up later.
There's beauty in all kinds of danger
But none so beautiful as you
But none so beautiful as you
