LOCKE
Locke grins at her, "I am behaving, thank you. If I wasn't, you'd know it." Not quite a threat, maybe a promise? Surely she knows what he means. If not, he'll have to show her later. But for now, they're having a good time in the shower. The lingering touches, the way the water rivulets run down her body, all serve to make him burn but he doesn't press any further. The promise of later and a fire give him ideas. He's never been romantic but he's always been a very good liar. Or he thinks he is.
She's in his space again, hands skimming along his chest. "Sounds good.. My clothes are soaked too. Can dry them by the fire if you don't mind me lounging around naked." The corner of his mouth quirks up as his hands find her side again, puling her to him, having finished drinking her in. He twists them around, pushing her back towards the wall. This is behaving still, right?
He cages her in with his body, shielding her from the spray and warming her with his own heat. His nose bumps against her's as he leans down to kiss her again. He's got a lot of half-kisses to make up for, right? Plus, he needs the practice. Kind of. It's not like he's bad at kissing. He just wants to make sure he's good enough..
She's in his space again, hands skimming along his chest. "Sounds good.. My clothes are soaked too. Can dry them by the fire if you don't mind me lounging around naked." The corner of his mouth quirks up as his hands find her side again, puling her to him, having finished drinking her in. He twists them around, pushing her back towards the wall. This is behaving still, right?
He cages her in with his body, shielding her from the spray and warming her with his own heat. His nose bumps against her's as he leans down to kiss her again. He's got a lot of half-kisses to make up for, right? Plus, he needs the practice. Kind of. It's not like he's bad at kissing. He just wants to make sure he's good enough..
There's beauty in all kinds of danger
But none so beautiful as you
But none so beautiful as you
