LOCKE
When she pulls away, he expects that to be the end of it. He starts to move back, slightly fuzzy headed but mostly alright. But then she's pulling him back down for another bite. Yet another strangled noise leaves him before he growls softly, fingers curling against the cold stone. He has to keep reminding himself this is about blood and nothing else, even as he strains against her. It'd be so easy to push her against the wall and take what he's needing.
One hand comes to tangle in pale hair, half tempted to pull her away but instead he presses her against him. She's gotta be almost done, right? She's not going to drain him dry in this cave, right? He'd laugh if he wasn't trying not to make any noise at all.
One hand comes to tangle in pale hair, half tempted to pull her away but instead he presses her against him. She's gotta be almost done, right? She's not going to drain him dry in this cave, right? He'd laugh if he wasn't trying not to make any noise at all.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
The in-between is mine
