She's not slow as much as Deadlock is too damn impatient. He could use a little braking now and then. Not a dead stop, mind you, though!

And he's kind of glad she's turned away, not just so she can't see the open, vulnerable expression on his face, but because he's pretty sure if she were using her hands on him, he'd kind of break concentration. And he wants to concentrate on this, the powerful lines of her frame, pushing against him, all that strength and fierceness wanting him, and the runnels of cleanser down her back and the way her thighs feel under his palms, the way her valve inviting his spike to thrust deeper, harder, into her.