LOCKE
He grins against the kiss, humming softly. He missed this. He needed this. "Don't worry Kitten, I'll take care of you. Always do." His voice is a purr as he presses his fingers against her. He finds her clit again, curling the bud with something akin to reverence. He'll get to properly worship her in a minute though. He presses a kiss to her jaw before untangling himself. Locke fixes his pants before holding his hand out to her. The goal is to get in the tent so he can properly spread her out. As much fun as eating her out against the tree would be, her ankle is hurt and he doesn't want her on it any longer than she has to be.
"Or do I need to carry you again?" He almost wishes they were in an Inn or something. He hasn't ever gotten a chance to throw her on a bed and frankly, that's a sin. A lot of things they haven't done are sins. (And a lot of them are. Actually, most of them.)
"Or do I need to carry you again?" He almost wishes they were in an Inn or something. He hasn't ever gotten a chance to throw her on a bed and frankly, that's a sin. A lot of things they haven't done are sins. (And a lot of them are. Actually, most of them.)
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
