LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
Just follow her lead? Hasn't he been doing this the whole time? Or something akin to it? But he takes her hand, letting her push and pull him this way and that. Her smile gets one of his own as she looks up at him. How did he get here again? This isn't where he's supposed to be. He's Locke, the thief, the conman, the wanna-be dragoon. He's not a lover, not someone's partner. But she's got his hand and maybe even a little bit of what's left of his heart.
When she spins back into his arms, he tucks her against him, pressing a kiss to her face. "Think you're just being nice.." But he does take more of the lead, trying his best to follow what she's taught him. It helps that there's no music for him to try to keep time to, just the rain and the beating of his heart. He's still not sure of the feeling that prickles in his chest as he looks down out at her, but he does know there's a steady heat building in his belly. The way her body presses against his, the way she moves, he's trying to be good, he really is. The hand on her hip tightens, just a bit, as he pulls her against him.
"Do you want to keep going?" Dancing, playing, whatever. He's not entirely sure what he's asking for as he leads her into another spin, watching the way the water rolls off her shoulders.
When she spins back into his arms, he tucks her against him, pressing a kiss to her face. "Think you're just being nice.." But he does take more of the lead, trying his best to follow what she's taught him. It helps that there's no music for him to try to keep time to, just the rain and the beating of his heart. He's still not sure of the feeling that prickles in his chest as he looks down out at her, but he does know there's a steady heat building in his belly. The way her body presses against his, the way she moves, he's trying to be good, he really is. The hand on her hip tightens, just a bit, as he pulls her against him.
"Do you want to keep going?" Dancing, playing, whatever. He's not entirely sure what he's asking for as he leads her into another spin, watching the way the water rolls off her shoulders.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
