LOCKE
He has to help her to the tent but she manages most of it herself. Some proper rest and the wrap will help. Not that it's really on his mind, not with the way she's looking up at him. The tent isn't tall enough for him to stand in but he can kneel. He shrugs off the rest of his clothes before crawling over her, lips dragging along her neck. His hands slip under her shirt, tugging it up and off before he pulls off her boots and pants. There's just a thin strip of fabric between them and for a moment he thinks about leaving it.
But he doesn't because frankly it's just going to be in the way. He takes a moment to look her over before leaning down to lick that pesky trail of sweat that keeps making it's way down her chest. "Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?" He's pretty sure he has at least once or twice. Maybe. Clearly not enough. He kisses a little path between them, stopping to punctuate it with bites. He's still feeling a little possessive, okay?
But he doesn't because frankly it's just going to be in the way. He takes a moment to look her over before leaning down to lick that pesky trail of sweat that keeps making it's way down her chest. "Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?" He's pretty sure he has at least once or twice. Maybe. Clearly not enough. He kisses a little path between them, stopping to punctuate it with bites. He's still feeling a little possessive, okay?
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
