those moments in the woods

LOCKE

He chuckles, low and dark in the pit of his chest. He'll tell her, in a minute. He's kind of busy right now. And it's not like she can expect him to stop when she's acting like this. This is his favorite game and he aims to win. His fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wider so he can lap the sweet nectar more easily. He keeps his tongue busy, drawing little circles over her bud between gentle nips and harder sucks.

Plus, he needs time to mull his words over. He's walking a fine line, if he tells her what he wants. It scares him, kind of, but so do a lot of things. And maybe he's feeling a little reckless, a little possessive. He growls as her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing a hiss of pain before he bites her thigh in retaliation. He can feel the faint sting of sweat in a cut and it only makes the heat rebuilding in his belly worse. With more trepidation than is warranted, he pulls one hand away, slipping it between them. He plans on fucking her properly so he might as well get her ready for that. He presses first one, then a second finger into her cunt. Locke curls them, urging her closer to the edge. "Be a good girl and come for me and I'll tell you." He only pulls away for a second, too intent on his goal.

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