those moments in the woods

LOCKE

He does like when she teases him. He liked it today. He's just pissy and in his head about stuff. He's not going to tell her that though. He leans back, searching her face for something and only finding lust, good enough for him. His free hand tucks under her jaw, light pressure on her throat as he tilts her head the other way. Leaning back in, he bites her again, harder, intent on leaving a bruise. In the back of his head, all he can think of is their first time together. She had said something similar. He doesn't plan on leaving after this though.

In fact it's quite the opposite, what he feels. Possessive, needy, like he wants to ruin her. It's something that's been lingering since that day on the beach, when they first came back. A feeling he's ignored. They've laid out their terms and he's fine with them in every moment except these. The hand on her throat stays there, just a delicate pressure, not enough to hurt but enough that she doesn't forget it's there. "What's your safe word, Mae?"

Even as he says it, the hand currently tweaking a nipple stops, slipping down her belly under her waistband. He doesn't wait for an answer as he finds her clit, pressing lightly, almost teasingly against the sensitive bud. She's not the only one who likes to tease, if you can call this that.

Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck