LOCKE
Driving faster in my car
Falling farther from just what we are
Falling farther from just what we are
If he was sure they wouldn't be caught, he would've stayed down on the ground. But alas, there are still house windows facing the street they're playing on. Her nails bite into his skin and it does little to soothe the heat welling up in his belly. He licks his lips as he looks down at her, fingers brushing against her arms for a moment before she talks. Locke rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "I thought I was the perv here.." And honestly, he doesn't usually mind.
She's brushing the hair out of his face and he grabs her wrist, pressing a kiss into her palm. "Yeah. Can go warm up.. Maybe with a shower?" He wants to say together but he doesn't press. Instead he just holds his hand out to her, trying desperately not to look at the way her shirt clings to her breasts and the fact that he can see her nipples. It's not that he doesn't want to have sex or whatever. He just doesn't want her to think that's all he cares about.
Because it's not. He cares about her, about their relationship. About it being a real, proper one too. Sure, there's no 'I love you's' or 'Will you marry me's' in their near future but.. There might be, some day, and founding that all on sex doesn't sit right with him. If they're gonna do this, and do it seriously, there's gotta be more than that. But they're both so sexual that he finds it hard to find that balance. So she might need to take the lead again, a little bit, for a minute until he finds his footing again.
She's brushing the hair out of his face and he grabs her wrist, pressing a kiss into her palm. "Yeah. Can go warm up.. Maybe with a shower?" He wants to say together but he doesn't press. Instead he just holds his hand out to her, trying desperately not to look at the way her shirt clings to her breasts and the fact that he can see her nipples. It's not that he doesn't want to have sex or whatever. He just doesn't want her to think that's all he cares about.
Because it's not. He cares about her, about their relationship. About it being a real, proper one too. Sure, there's no 'I love you's' or 'Will you marry me's' in their near future but.. There might be, some day, and founding that all on sex doesn't sit right with him. If they're gonna do this, and do it seriously, there's gotta be more than that. But they're both so sexual that he finds it hard to find that balance. So she might need to take the lead again, a little bit, for a minute until he finds his footing again.
Smoke a cigarette and lie some more
These conversations kill
These conversations kill
