LOCKE
They make it to the Hanged Man and he pushes the door open, letting her go first. It's uncharacteristic but hey, he's feeling some kind of way right now. And you know, he can look at her ass more easily this way. He leads her to a table in the corner, only stopping to order them drinks. The air is smoky and this corner is dark enough for what he has planned. After all, she issued him a challenge last time and he plans to act on it. In a moment. "Time consuming or not, M'glad you're here." He means it too.
Locke leans on one arm, propping his chin up in one hand as he stares her down. There's a clear heat there, this is all foreplay as far as he's concerned. "How have you been? Getting up to any trouble?" Their drinks arrive, two whiskeys, just like she likes, and he takes a drink of one, watching her over the rim. A clink as he sets the glass down, half empty. It's hot and he's thirsty in more ways than one. His now free hand slips under the table, resting on her knee. There's no reason to pussyfoot around this time, not as far as he can tell.
Locke leans on one arm, propping his chin up in one hand as he stares her down. There's a clear heat there, this is all foreplay as far as he's concerned. "How have you been? Getting up to any trouble?" Their drinks arrive, two whiskeys, just like she likes, and he takes a drink of one, watching her over the rim. A clink as he sets the glass down, half empty. It's hot and he's thirsty in more ways than one. His now free hand slips under the table, resting on her knee. There's no reason to pussyfoot around this time, not as far as he can tell.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
