// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
He leans closer to her, asking about secrets and all Sera wants to do is leave marks in his skin, to be his for a night before she disappears once again, as if she were some kind of secret to him too — her chin tilts up as her heartbeat thunders in her ears, a playful saccharine smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Mine was a lie.” She hums to him, her voice still breathy but with a hum of desire that thrums beneath it. “I said I was attuned...” But then he’s flooding her mind with the idea of getting to know her and if it weren’t for the days like this she’d say her life was quite dull in comparison.
Her fingernails dig into his hip as soon as he slips his fingers into her and she can’t help the rock of her hips against him, slick and needy as he presses against her just enough she can move so that her breasts brush against his chest with every pull of a breath. She bites down on her lower lip, keeping herself from making the noises she wants to so much that it sounds like a quiet whine, easily drowned out, before a hand is rising to his neck, to run her blunt fingernails along the skin there as she presses forward to nip at his collarbone.
“You will find out, Locke, that aside from these rendezvous, I’m quite a dull person.” It’s a quieter admission that’s breathed against his skin. “But when I let go, I have fun.” Her hand leaves his hip now to ghost just above his pants, pressing against it in the hopes he’s anticipating their next stop just as much as she is.
Her fingernails dig into his hip as soon as he slips his fingers into her and she can’t help the rock of her hips against him, slick and needy as he presses against her just enough she can move so that her breasts brush against his chest with every pull of a breath. She bites down on her lower lip, keeping herself from making the noises she wants to so much that it sounds like a quiet whine, easily drowned out, before a hand is rising to his neck, to run her blunt fingernails along the skin there as she presses forward to nip at his collarbone.
“You will find out, Locke, that aside from these rendezvous, I’m quite a dull person.” It’s a quieter admission that’s breathed against his skin. “But when I let go, I have fun.” Her hand leaves his hip now to ghost just above his pants, pressing against it in the hopes he’s anticipating their next stop just as much as she is.
Seraphina
