LOCKE
The fact that she gives into him, even a little bit, at all, is almost too much. The sound he makes against her neck is almost obscene before he leans back, catching her gaze. There's something almost crazed about his look, a frenzied emotion he didn't have before clear on his face. "Again." It's not really a statement, it's more of a command as his fingers dig into her skin. He's felt so.. On the edge of all of this. Confused. Like he's in this more than she is. But maybe he's not. It might still be a little unbalanced but hey, it's something.
He rocks against her because he's between her legs and it's basically habit at this point. He keeps her gaze as long as she lets him, trying to find something there too, some sign he's not alone in this. When she leans in to leave her own marks on his skin, he tilts his head just so. He always gives all the marks but he'll gladly accept the few she offers. He's hopeless, really, too caught in her web.
Every touch serves to drive him closer to insanity and he's too worked up for his own good. Then she speaks, telling him what she said and it's absolutely too much for him. All he has to do is angle his hips differently, all he has to do is fuck her. They're behaving though. Being good. "Sounds prettiest in your voice.." He doesn't know what he's saying but he hopes she understands. Hesitantly, Locke sets her down, his whole body is pulsing with lust and if he doesn't stop touching her now, he's not sure he can handle it.
"We should get out.. The fire.." His voice is husky, pitched down and breathy as he looks at her through a mess of wet hair. "Gotta dry my clothes."
He rocks against her because he's between her legs and it's basically habit at this point. He keeps her gaze as long as she lets him, trying to find something there too, some sign he's not alone in this. When she leans in to leave her own marks on his skin, he tilts his head just so. He always gives all the marks but he'll gladly accept the few she offers. He's hopeless, really, too caught in her web.
Every touch serves to drive him closer to insanity and he's too worked up for his own good. Then she speaks, telling him what she said and it's absolutely too much for him. All he has to do is angle his hips differently, all he has to do is fuck her. They're behaving though. Being good. "Sounds prettiest in your voice.." He doesn't know what he's saying but he hopes she understands. Hesitantly, Locke sets her down, his whole body is pulsing with lust and if he doesn't stop touching her now, he's not sure he can handle it.
"We should get out.. The fire.." His voice is husky, pitched down and breathy as he looks at her through a mess of wet hair. "Gotta dry my clothes."
There's beauty in all kinds of danger
But none so beautiful as you
But none so beautiful as you
