Mmmm maybe he had underestimated just how much experience she had. The way she'd straddled his lap - her hips brushing cross his own with a friction that alone made him want to moan - with just his own tugging for prompting didn't seem like something someone who was trying this for the first time. But if it meant she was a bit more bold… he really had no complaints. None at all, Locke thought as Sage's fingers came to rest on his sternum, leaning into the light pressure.

Finally reassured they were on the same page, Locke lifted his hands from her hips to tug on her hands, guiding them downwards ever so slightly until they caught on the first buttons of his shirt. (The one easily accessible as he tossed his embroidered waistcoat over the edge of the couch long before she'd arrived.) At the same time, Lockyn leaned forwards, bending his head down so that his lips met the exposed skin of her neck, tracing kisses up until he met her jawline.