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[ Heather is very confident in the fact that she could probably do the job with the fabric between her skin and her fingers, and until Meg decides to say something, she'll continue her touching. Even now, she can feel her warmth and wetness and it makes her wet her lips. Her hand moves in short but pressured strokes, running along the outline of her folds.
With a delighted grin, she moves away from her mouth and runs her tongue down her throat, nipping her skin. ]
With a delighted grin, she moves away from her mouth and runs her tongue down her throat, nipping her skin. ]
He crushes her lips against his and Natalie has to comply, returning it with unapologetic ferocity, letting a low groan slip out.
It's only then that she finally picks up speed, following those silent and not so silent demands of his. She's going to make the best of these few days she has, making sure to set aside time for him - maybe a surprise visit when he's working. Then, it's off to more adventure with the memory of how he feels etched in her mind.
It doesn't take much to tap into her more chaotic side, riding him the way he wants. Her arms ache and she can anticipate soreness after this round with him, but it will all be worth it.
It's only then that she finally picks up speed, following those silent and not so silent demands of his. She's going to make the best of these few days she has, making sure to set aside time for him - maybe a surprise visit when he's working. Then, it's off to more adventure with the memory of how he feels etched in her mind.
It doesn't take much to tap into her more chaotic side, riding him the way he wants. Her arms ache and she can anticipate soreness after this round with him, but it will all be worth it.
The groan he lets out then is loud, uncurbed until he buries his face in her shoulder, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Some part of him remembered that she'd always enjoyed it when Leo did that, and though she isn't his like she had been once, part of him wonders if she still likes it, even now.
He curses softly in Greek at the way she moves; it's exactly what he wanted, but it's rare that he gets to see the wild side of her like this, and he loves every moment of it. It never lasts as long when Natalie does show it, but there's nothing wrong with that, in his opinion. It's quick to drive him toward the edge, but in the best way possible, his body eager to meet her and satisfy them both - again, in her case, if he can.
He curses softly in Greek at the way she moves; it's exactly what he wanted, but it's rare that he gets to see the wild side of her like this, and he loves every moment of it. It never lasts as long when Natalie does show it, but there's nothing wrong with that, in his opinion. It's quick to drive him toward the edge, but in the best way possible, his body eager to meet her and satisfy them both - again, in her case, if he can.
"Always," she chuckles, wrapped around him like a climbing vine. "You're more comfortable than you look." Eventually, she does lift her head to scoot up to kiss the corner of his mouth and his chin lazily, continuing her morning greeting.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Did you sleep well?"
Once she's uninhibited, it's easy to satisfy Natalie. She cries out sharply when he bites her, gasping a soft laugh because that smarts and she'll have a souvenir from him to look at in the mirror until it fades away in a few days.
It's hard to convince herself she doesn't love him anymore when they're moving in sync, though unrestrained once they've pushed each other's buttons in a way only the two of them really know how. Looking down at him, she's so tempted to blurt it out. Instead, she rocks against him faster, wanting to see him pleased.
It's hard to convince herself she doesn't love him anymore when they're moving in sync, though unrestrained once they've pushed each other's buttons in a way only the two of them really know how. Looking down at him, she's so tempted to blurt it out. Instead, she rocks against him faster, wanting to see him pleased.
[ Without a word, only a titter of a laugh as she leans in to kiss her, Heather gently and reluctantly extracts herself from Meg's embrace so lower her tiny body. She trails fluttering kisses as she goes, disappearing under the sheets as she settles between her legs. Like a puppy, she noses away her top and presses her lips to her stomach while her hands busy themselves by tugging down her underwear. ]
[ Meg laughs softly, the sound musical and light as Heather’s lips tickle at her stomach. She squirms playfully, in no real effort to get away, shifting just right to help her underwear down. Barbie’s in just the right place for Meg to play with her hair again, so she does - hands tangling in those blonde locks and gently pulling in encouragement. ]
“Thanks.” An odd compliment, maybe, but that’s the sort of thing Henry lives for. Where’s the fun in being ‘normal’, anyway?
“As good as ever,” he tells her cheerfully, shifting to drop a kiss on her forehead. “And I know you did, too - snoring away, the picture of dignity. The other gods and goddesses would be jealous."
“As good as ever,” he tells her cheerfully, shifting to drop a kiss on her forehead. “And I know you did, too - snoring away, the picture of dignity. The other gods and goddesses would be jealous."
He can’t help but grin wickedly when he gets a sound out of her, even when it morphs into a laugh. As restrained as Natalie often is, he relishes every little break from the ordinary, every little chance he gets to shatter that stony composure she puts up around her like a shield. She’s not his anymore, not like she used to be, but she’ll still come apart for him, and it makes his heart skip a beat every time he thinks about it.
With a quick glance at her face, Leo starts to move down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over her skin until he gets to her breast and nips at the tender flesh. His tongue immediately follows, an attempt to soothe where his teeth sank in, and he sucks gently as his hand comes to join him, playing with her other breast to leave no part of her untouched.
With a quick glance at her face, Leo starts to move down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over her skin until he gets to her breast and nips at the tender flesh. His tongue immediately follows, an attempt to soothe where his teeth sank in, and he sucks gently as his hand comes to join him, playing with her other breast to leave no part of her untouched.
[ The pull of her hair is nice, but it's the laugh that keeps her going. She plants little kisses over her stomach and hip, nipping her skin before spreading her hand over the light mark she's made. Moving even lower, she settles there, curling the other arm around her leg to trail those butterfly kisses along her inner thigh, towards her heated center. ]
She loves when he pays all that attention to her breasts, her skin pink and tender from his kisses and ministrations. For these moments together, she's his. It's sad when it ends, but, she tells herself, all good things must come to an end at some point.
Even if they keep getting back together.
"Leo, I -" Natalie instantly chokes back the first words that come to mind, inhaling sharply. "I want more."
Even if they keep getting back together.
"Leo, I -" Natalie instantly chokes back the first words that come to mind, inhaling sharply. "I want more."
[ Meg has half a mind to stop her - after all, she doesn’t remember saying she was done with Heather just yet. She just keep reminding herself that there is plenty of time to do whatever she likes later, and if Heather wants to start the show off - who is she to complain? She’ll just have to play catch up later. ]
Leo can already feel the pressure rising, and though he still hopes for something different when she speaks, the words he does hear keep him going with a groan and one goal in mind. Tilting his head up, his hand curls in her hair to pull Natalie to him, the kiss rough but no less loving than it’s ever been, with her. He almost wishes he could shelf those feelings for good, and honestly, he’s tried, but every time he sees her, he’s instantly drawn in like a magnet. Slowly, Leo is coming to realize that he might never be rid of his feelings for her, and whether that’s good or bad is hard to decide.
Those aren’t thoughts for this moment, he tells himself, caught up in the feel of her and the taste of her lips on his. Another time. Natalie asked him for more, and he gives it to her, the hand on her hip sliding down between them, gently stroking that little bundle of nerves he knows she likes.
“Come with me,” he murmurs against her lips, moving his hips faster against her.
Those aren’t thoughts for this moment, he tells himself, caught up in the feel of her and the taste of her lips on his. Another time. Natalie asked him for more, and he gives it to her, the hand on her hip sliding down between them, gently stroking that little bundle of nerves he knows she likes.
“Come with me,” he murmurs against her lips, moving his hips faster against her.
"Fuck," Natalie swears in response, dialed up even higher by that request - command? - and she shivers. "Gods, I'm so..."
She whimpers, lost in him, wrapped up in this feeling, his movements. They're limited considering the location, but she doesn't do this with just anyone. Even with past romances, it's only ever been Leo who could pull her out of her shell and the very thought makes her stomach hurt. She wants to wrap herself around him, all limbs, with his face buried in her neck in his bed, but she committed to these binds and the limitations are, in a way, exciting.
"Kiss me again," comes a soft groan.
She whimpers, lost in him, wrapped up in this feeling, his movements. They're limited considering the location, but she doesn't do this with just anyone. Even with past romances, it's only ever been Leo who could pull her out of her shell and the very thought makes her stomach hurt. She wants to wrap herself around him, all limbs, with his face buried in her neck in his bed, but she committed to these binds and the limitations are, in a way, exciting.
"Kiss me again," comes a soft groan.
He wants to hear her finish what she was saying, but the whimper is good enough. He does as Natalie asks without hesitation, meeting her again with his tongue running over her bottom lip before crashing against her once more. There's a tension in both of their bodies; he can feel in her body just as well as his own, but he fights it, willing her to let go first. He wants to feel her around him before this is over and they part again, possibly for good this time, as is always the risk, but somehow, it seems like it's still too soon, like he hasn't gotten enough of her. And truth be told, he probably never will, but things like this can be a temporary fix, at least.
With each deep thrust, Natalie releases a steady whine, curling her hands around the bandana around her wrists, ignoring the way the fabric digs into her skin, leaving red marks. In the deep orange light, the sweat on her skin glistens a little, droplets sliding down her back and between her breasts. She kisses him greedily until she hits that wall, body frozen against him. The warmth surges through her veins and she sees stars behind her eyelids, hips rutting against his almost helplessly as she sinks into her finish.
"Gods," she whispers, gasping for air, the tension sliding from her body, forehead against his.
"Gods," she whispers, gasping for air, the tension sliding from her body, forehead against his.
[ Heather wants to hear Meg make pretty noises for her, which is why she's got her head between her legs, angling herself to kiss her center gently at first, flicking her tongue out to taste her. Her free hand slides over her leg, inching closer to join her. ]
When he feels the change in her body, his arm snakes around her waist to hold keep her against him as he tumbles over the edge after her, following her lead with a groan. It feels like forever since he's felt anything like it - oh sure, there have been partners in the interim, girls he's liked and kissed and dated, but none of them have ever quite measured up to Natalie or the way she can make him feel.
His breath comes in soft pants as the warmth passes, holding onto her so he doesn't fall back against the seat in exhaustion. His hand falls from her hair, trailing from her neck and down her spine to settle on her hip. After a moment, he remembers her hands, and reaches up to unhook them, idly untying the fabric as he leans his head against hers.
His breath comes in soft pants as the warmth passes, holding onto her so he doesn't fall back against the seat in exhaustion. His hand falls from her hair, trailing from her neck and down her spine to settle on her hip. After a moment, he remembers her hands, and reaches up to unhook them, idly untying the fabric as he leans his head against hers.
Natalie slowly lets her hands drop, rubbing the marks left by the binds. She kisses him softly, resting her hands on his chest as they both recover from this afternoon's activities. "It's getting dark," she whispers against his lips.
"We should head back," she adds, nuzzling her nose against his. And clean up and curl up until tomorrow, when he can love her again before she leaves him with his heart in her hands. She's still catching her breath, not wanting to leave this position so soon, at least until he's ready.
"We should head back," she adds, nuzzling her nose against his. And clean up and curl up until tomorrow, when he can love her again before she leaves him with his heart in her hands. She's still catching her breath, not wanting to leave this position so soon, at least until he's ready.
"Are you sure we can't stay here?" he mumbles, finally leaning back against and pulling her with him. They can go back anytime; his place will always be there. Natalie, on the other hand, won't, and he doesn't want this to end too soon. "No one's missing us."
"Leo," Natalie chuckles, burying her face in his neck, "you have me tomorrow, too. I have a few days off."
"But if you wanna stay in my car, I've got blankets in the back." It's a roadster, which means little wiggle room, but Natalie can maneuver a few things so he's comfortable. "We missed the sun set," muses, lifting her head to glance out the foggy window.
"But if you wanna stay in my car, I've got blankets in the back." It's a roadster, which means little wiggle room, but Natalie can maneuver a few things so he's comfortable. "We missed the sun set," muses, lifting her head to glance out the foggy window.
Leo huffs and finally opens his eyes, wondering where his clothes have gotten to. He'd pretty much lost track of everything that wasn't her in his lap, blindfolded or bound and really, there's little of what came before that matters.
"Fine," he sighs, the picture of reluctance. "We can go back. You probably want a shower, right?" He probably needs it, too, but he's dealt with worse just from working. Getting dirty is not a big deal for him. "We can always try to catch the sunset again tomorrow." If you're still here.
"Fine," he sighs, the picture of reluctance. "We can go back. You probably want a shower, right?" He probably needs it, too, but he's dealt with worse just from working. Getting dirty is not a big deal for him. "We can always try to catch the sunset again tomorrow." If you're still here.
"Shower with me," she suggests idly, concentrating on something else. Blink once and you're already dressed, thanks to Natalie's mastery of the quick change. She doesn't do it often, not minding manual dressing, but it helps from time to time.
She lightly touches his cheek before opening the door, rolling out to stretch all her muscles, arms over her head as she curves her back to hear a satisfying click of her spine.
She lightly touches his cheek before opening the door, rolling out to stretch all her muscles, arms over her head as she curves her back to hear a satisfying click of her spine.
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