LOCKE
Everything about her feels solid, real, alive. Her nails dig into his shoulders in a way that's both painful and delightful. It draws him back to reality with sharp focus and he groans softly as she makes her way into his lap. He's had sex since their last tryst but nothing ever compares to her. This was never his intention, he just wanted to let her know he was back, let her know he wasn't dead, that he was sorry. All of this was the furthest thing from his intentions.
She speaks, words like music despite him only knowing a few of the words. His chest aches with how much he loves her, how much she loves him in turn. She bites her lip and he growls softly, leaning forward. She speaks again, repeating, maybe, what she said before. Locke bites her lip before kissing her softly and pulling away. "I'm the one that should be sorry. You never did anything wrong." She had given him space like he asked, had given him time, she had given him everything he wanted. Being an asshole is in his nature but even this was too far for him.
His hands roam her sides, skimming along the rucked up fabric. He's eager to touch her again, to stake his claim on the queen. Maybe people would be less confused about Edmund's parentage if he was more bold. He nudges his nose against her neck, biting at her ear. "We probably shouldn't do this in the courtyard. It's not fitting for a queen to get fucked in a flowerbed." Is this bold enough?
She speaks, words like music despite him only knowing a few of the words. His chest aches with how much he loves her, how much she loves him in turn. She bites her lip and he growls softly, leaning forward. She speaks again, repeating, maybe, what she said before. Locke bites her lip before kissing her softly and pulling away. "I'm the one that should be sorry. You never did anything wrong." She had given him space like he asked, had given him time, she had given him everything he wanted. Being an asshole is in his nature but even this was too far for him.
His hands roam her sides, skimming along the rucked up fabric. He's eager to touch her again, to stake his claim on the queen. Maybe people would be less confused about Edmund's parentage if he was more bold. He nudges his nose against her neck, biting at her ear. "We probably shouldn't do this in the courtyard. It's not fitting for a queen to get fucked in a flowerbed." Is this bold enough?
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
