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[center][color=#FA66FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Locke's place • [color=#FA66FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center]
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Locke didn’t flinch when she dragged him in. He simply let her.

For a heartbeat, he let her have the illusion of control, her kiss hitting sharp against his mouth, frantic and angry and desperate all at once. Then, he took over.
Slow, but not rough, his fingers curled at her jaw, steady, grounding her even as her pulse raced against his skin. He kissed her the way he always did when she broke first, drinking in her desperation. The heat between them thickened, breathing heavy enough to fog the windows.

And then...he pulled back.

Not far enough to give her space…but [i]just enough[/i] to remind her she wasn’t in charge here. He was her favorite drug, and the chaos in him couldn’t help but make her body beg for more. He dragged the tip of his thumb across her bottom lip as he looked at her with eyes like hunger. His voice, when it came, was low...threaded with that Irish rasp that he knew did things to her she’d never admit.

[color=cadetblue]“Thought you didn’t need me tonight.”[/color] He said teasing, his head lowering so his lips could press the faintest kiss against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Without breaking from the act, Locke flicked his fingers once, and Mercy bolted out the window, wings catching the rain as she vanished into the night. He kissed Sable’s neck again, this time with a little more desire...eager to see her next move. 

Her chest heaved with both need and frustration at herself. Sable narrowed her eyes at him when he pulled back, knowing exactly what he was doing. The damn man knew her more than she would ever admit to anyone. He was something she craved, and she absolutely hated that he knew it.

The throbbing in her temples was all but forgotten the moment his lips hit her neck. A growl reverberated from her chest. [color=#FA66FF]”I don’t need you. I hate you.”[/color]

Letting out a shaky breath, her eyes closed once more and she bit down hard onto her lip to not give him the pleasure of her sounds. She was not going to fall for this again. Damnit, she was [i]stronger[/i] than this.

[color=#FA66FF]”You know I can make you stop.”[/color] A warning, yet one that held no real malice.

The grin that appeared on his face, now reaching territory that could be described as utterly arrogant, was one that he felt he had earned here. [color=cadetblue]“Oh I know you could...You could open that door and walk away right now if you really, [i]really[/i] wanted to...”[/color] He said, his breath hot against her neck. [color=cadetblue]“Or, you could be a good girl and show me [i]just how much you hate me[/i]...We both know how good that hate feels, don’t we, love?”[/color] His hand trailed up the distance of her leg as he kissed her neck again, letting her feel the desire coursing through his body.  

Her eyes had momentarily darted over to the car door, her eyes on the handle. All it would take was to reach one hand out to pull it, and she would be outside. Sable extended the fingers of her right hand and moved her hand to the side. However, the praise that left his lips immediately made her body freeze. She couldn’t help the parting of her lips or her eyes starting to roll back in her head.

Damnit.

Bringing both hands up, she shoved them against his chest hard enough for the Fae to fall back against his own seat. She growled under her breath before bringing one knee up to her chest. It didn’t take much for Sable to push herself off of the passenger seat and climb into his lap. Straddling both thighs on either side of his legs, she looked down at his face and shook her head.

[color=#FA66FF]”This doesn’t mean anything.”[/color] She had said it every single time, and meant it. Yet the fact that he had saved her from dying shifted a foreign part of her that she wasn’t ready to face. The woman grabbed at the bottom of his shirt before crashing her lips once more against his in a fiery kiss.

Locke didn’t fight her when she shoved him back...nor did he resist when she climbed into his lap like she owned the very space between them. His hands slid to her thighs instinctively, and he couldn’t help but squeeze them as he pressed his body upwards against her.

Sable played her little game like always, but her mouth on his told the real story. He caught her lower lip between his teeth in the kiss, slow enough to make her shiver, then pulled back just far enough for her to see the grin curving his mouth.

[color=cadetblue]“Oh no, of course not, love...It never does.”[/color]

His voice dropped low, laced with that Irish curl, and Locke’s lips found hers again, hotter...hungrier, as the car’s windows began to fog with the evidence of what neither of them could deny.

There was no more talking.