[ LOCKLYLE ] "draw me, then" <3

"draw me, then" ୨୧

[tw: mild swearing & making-out‼️]

I perched on the edge of the comfy couch in the cozy living room, sketchbook in hand.

Though I much enjoyed the tranquillity of it all with not having any cases on today and being able to take a break for once, I was battling boredom.

Boredom was winning, to say the least.

I lazily scanned the room in search of something to do and then spotted Lockwood sitting in his favourite soft armchair with his legs crossed lazily and engrossed in one of his silly gossip magazines.

I just had to subtly grab his attention.

So I yawned ridiculously loudly and dramatically and swang my body backwards, collapsing into the sofa with a bit of a bang.

You see, they don't call me 'Nonchalant Lucy' for nothing, is all I'll tell ye.

"Everything alright, Luce?" Lockwood looked up from his magazine and studied me with a gentle look on his face.

I could never understand how he managed to look so perfect with his floppy brown hair in his eyes and cozy-looking grey hoodie on.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Jus a little bored is all."

"Don't know what to draw, is it?" Lockwood inquired, eyeing the sketchbook I'd rested on my lap.

I shook my head and sighed.

"Draw me, then," he grinned softly.

This grin was significantly gentler than the usual megawatt smile he bears.

I really like his soft grin.

"Are you sure?"

"Aren't I always sure, Lucy?"

"Not if you're talking about our last case," I murmered.

"Hey, I heard that!"

Lockwood shifted around in his armchair, dropped his magazine next to his foot.

Leaning back in his chair, resting his elbow on his knee, with his mouth agape and a positioned outstretched finger just about touching the side of his lip as if he was in deep thought.

Lockwood posed as if he was a supermodel.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Modelling so you can draw my picture," he claimed, his bottom lip in a pout.

I giggled into my hand. He looked kind of cute. Which is a strange thing to think considering he's my boss, for crying out loud.

I wish I could snap a photo right about now. He looked too silly.

"What's so funny?"

"You're too far away, for starters, Lockwood!" I said inbetween giggles.

"Right, then, I'll come closer."

I don't really know why my tummy was warm when he said that.

He kicked off his old-fashioned-looking slippers to show off his barbie pink socks, got up from his comfortable position in the armchair and sat on his knees facing my side on the couch.

I shifted my body and crossed my legs on the soft fabric of the sofa to face him.

"How about that?" Lockwood grinned like a smug child. "Oh, wait! How could I possibly forget?"

He placed one hand on his hip and started to point the other upwards in the air but I gently grasped both his hands and put them casually resting on his lap.