(SE) we can just dance to this

LOCKE

Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are

His arms wrap around her and he swings her around just because he can. She's small and light in his arms and her laugh is worth every ounce. He puts her down after a moment and she twists to look up at him. A grin splits his face, "I told you that you wouldn't win a race against me.. I even let you have a head start." A breath before he's kissing her, deepening it even if his chest is heaving. When he pulls away, he's grinning and he holds her gaze for a moment before looking down. The slight flush on his face deepens as he watches water bead in the swell of her breasts. The fabric does little to cover her with how wet it is. He takes a sharp breath, half tempted to step back and see more.

Locke swallows down his lust and presses a kiss to her nose. "When you're really healed up, you have to race me, properly, okay?" His hands slip under the fabric of her shirt to find her hips, pulling her against him. Another kiss is pressed to her skin as he tucks her head against his chest. His heart is racing and there's a long pause as he looks down the street from where they just came. Another beat before he's letting her go to take off himself.

Except he only gets about twenty feet before sliding on the stone and falling, unable to catch himself in time. Hey look! Another puddle to splash into! Locke rolls onto his back, still in the puddle and just laughs because he's such a fucking idiot.

Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill