you're so mercurial

LOCKE

He's totally listening, he swears. Even when her nails rake across his stomach and make him groan softly. The low din of the bar keeps their soft noises well covered and he's grateful for it. Even with all of his bravado and thinking about taking her in public, he's not actually that bold, not yet anyway. Maybe in a few drinks. Except he's got this place to show her. She deserves better than a dirty bar table anyway.

"Do I get to know your secret?" He purrs softly as he leans closer to her. His drink is long forgotten and he slips his free hand closer to her, brushing lightly against her arm. "Want to know all about you." Mostly because he doesn't plan on seeing her again. Any sweet words exchanged now are just that. He hopes. He can't let his life get more messy than it already is (and will come to be). Locke's not easy to fall in love with so he thinks he'll be fine.

Her breath hitches just the way he likes and he grins, humming softly. He slips down further, fingers light before he presses them into her, just two, and curling slightly. "Must've been somthin' real good." He leans closer, enough to feel the faint fan of her breath against his face. He might need more booze.

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies