[Warm breath ghosts over her neck as Lockon lets out a sigh of his own, though his is undoubtedly a sign of relief rather than pleasure. He doesn't answer her back, but the thought at the forefront of his mind reads to the tune of 'here goes nothing'.
Working his way down, Lockon starts to leave light nibbles along the line of her collarbone. His hands drift down, slowly running up the outsides of her thighs, finger tips kneading through the light fabric of her uniform as he goes.
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Working his way down, Lockon starts to leave light nibbles along the line of her collarbone. His hands drift down, slowly running up the outsides of her thighs, finger tips kneading through the light fabric of her uniform as he goes.