those moments in the woods

LOCKE

He licks his lips, pressing the barest hint of a kiss to her skin. As much as what she says should placate him, it doesn't. Hell, it does the exact opposite. His grip on her hand tightens just a little bit but he doesn't move. He's got to mull his words over, sort out what he's feeling before he says anything. It's irritating though, how easily she gives into him. She never fights, just gives in. It makes it feel fake, even when it's not. His jaw clenches and he's glad she can't see him. It's not fair to her that he can't trust her the way she deserves.

He takes a shaky breath, slipping his free hand down her side, tucking under her thigh and hooking her leg around his hip. Who needs to think about things when you can fuck instead? It's not like she needs to be privy to all of his insecurities. He shifts his weight, hand slipping from her hip to his cock, angling himself to properly sink into her. She's hot and slick and how long has it been since they've done this? He takes another breath, drawing it out into something of a moan.

Locke's lips find her ear again, "You've always been my everything. It scares me, Maeve." He sinks deeper, agonizingly slow. The only thing keeping him from properly fucking her is the words he needs to get out. "I'd burn down all of Caido for you." A whispered confession, afraid of the repercussions. He knows it's fast but fuck if he isn't the moth drawn to the god damn sun.

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