He can't help but think about how amazing she looks like this, coming down after the high that comes with sex. Reclaiming his hand, Leo caresses her cheek and guides Natalie to his lips, keeping her close as she catches her breath. He still wants her, so much that it almost hurts, but he can wait a moment or two. Right now, he's feeling smug, proud as always to know he got her off.
She gladly kisses him, her breath hot on his skin as she pants, catching her breath. "I - I still want you," she confesses, watching her words carefully even in her hazy and lusty state, still floating down from her high.
"And I can feel that you want me too." she whispers in his ear, gently rolling her hips against him even while she's still recovering.
He's smiling even as he rolls his head back in a groan, appreciative of the friction. Licking his lips, he looks back at her and doesn't bother trying to hide the desire in his expression, and the love he still holds for her shines in his eyes alongside the lust. He pulls her flush against him, grip tight on her hips, and replies, "Always."
Natalie ignores those pangs of guilt and pain in her stomach when she reads his gaze and kisses him instead. They're having sex in her car and she knows it's going to smell like them when she leaves, so she doesn't want to think about that right now.
"Just like this," he breathes when they part, "I want you to ride me." He's missed her, and missed having her like this. Being here with her at all means a lot to him, and feeling the heat of her body against his is a temptation impossible to resist, especially with her in his favorite position.
He nods, gently pulling her over his length as he took a breath, more than ready for her. Lifting her up just so, he slips a hand between them to position himself before slowly pulling Natalie down over him. His hand fell to her thigh as she takes all of him in, and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he's been holding.
This moment won't last - if he's learned anything in the past few years, it's that. But Leo plans to take full advantage of this time while it does. For now, at least, she's his again, and he is hers as always. That's all that matters.
Natalie whimpers softly, pressing her forehead to his. Before she moves, she decides to take a page out of his book, wordlessly summoning the blindfold from before, watching it flit through the air until it magically wraps itself around her wrists, binding them together for him. Her deep brown eyes never leave his all the while, a silent message to him.
She promised herself to Leo for a few days and she wants to show him her willingness to do all the things he likes, wanting to give him something to hold onto before she leaves with another piece of his heart.
He takes in a surprised breath as the blindfold whips over to secure itself around her wrists, looking up at her with lips parted as if wondering why. But her words from earlier echo in his mind, and soon enough he's smiling again, craning his neck to claim another kiss before sliding his hands to the back of her legs, pulling up. He'll take advantage of her hands being tied later; for now, just being inside of her is good, but he's dying to get started.
She loves how he feels, nodding silently when he wraps his hands around her legs. Slowly, her hips begin the slow grind, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she falls into their usual pace - well, perhaps slower than usual because she wants to do more teasing before he utilizes her binds. Normally, she would balance herself by gripping his shoulders, but instead she rests her bound hands against his chest.
Leo melts back against the seat, eyes closed while the sensation washes over him. It's almost funny, how somehow, she still knows exactly what he needs at any given moment, despite leaving him years ago and only coming back for brief, stolen moments together that pass far too quickly, like this. But, for whatever reason, he can't bring himself to change this odd routine of theirs, denying everything even as they indulge themselves in one another.
And the things she does to him - they're less than perfect, if his heart has anything to say about it, but the rest of him adores every minute of it, and that's the part he's most inclined to listen to. It's another escape from their obvious problems, but it doesn't matter when Natalie is on top of him, her legs on either side, and his hands coaxing her onward. His vision narrows, and all that matters is how she feels right now, in this moment - much easier than focusing on how they'll feel later, outside her car, when they're parted.
After this, she'll have to acknowledge the bad she's done, tell herself not to run back to him, and deny the fact that she has never ever stopped caring about him, even if she feels he's better off without her. The nagging voice in her head that never seems to silence itself whispers questions about how she really feels, wondering what her heart wants.
On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
"Gods, Nat," he groans, his grip on her tightening and releasing in turns. He loves her still, and he's more than happy to have this time with her, but going this slow is driving him to the edge of his sanity. If they had some more space, he'd move her under him and make good use of her bonds. But in Natalie's car, they're a bit more restricted, so the best he can do at the moment is grab her wrists to pull her against him with his other hand on her backside, opening his eyes to meet hers as he tries to move a little faster.
Natalie lets her gaze lock on his, lips parted after she licks them thoughtfully. When he pulls her against his body, she whines softly and quickens her pace, grinding her hips against him. She loves how that feels, Leo grabbing her, having him between her legs. She still poses a challenge for him, wanting him to take control from her.
His breath comes in a soft gasp, almost relieved to have her moving even a little bit faster. There's an intensity in his eyes that isn't usually there, driven in part by their experiments, as well as the way she moves over him and the sounds she makes. And how she's more or less relinquished control of this to him - not something that always gets him going, but today, it's working, and he pulls her to him impatiently, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
She understands the possessiveness, the heightened emotions whenever they're together. She knows she can easily slip through his fingers like smoke in the blink of an eye but right now she's as solid as the earth.
Her eyebrows are lifted to challenge him further, to get him to do something else to make her move faster.
He knows she’s trying to draw him out somehow; he can see the dare in her eyes, and his own narrow in thought. A glance upward gives him an idea, and in the space of a moment, he’s taken her hands and hooked the bandana on the clothing hanger, turning his eyes back to Natalie as if to say, “Your move.” His hands, on the way down, ghost over her sides, leaving a trail of sparks behind them until they settle, moving her hips quicker to satisfy the need he’s feeling.
The smirk easily and slowly slides over her lips, glad to have finally pushed him into making a move. She watches him hook the fabric over her head and she shakes her hair off her shoulders, enjoying the pressure on her hips, the push of his hands into her thighs.
She doesn't have many moves, having willingly given them up, but the most she can do is resist for now, keeping at that slow pace with a delighted twinkle in her eyes, licking her lips slowly before a groan slips out through her throat.
He curses under his breath, frustrated at the resistance. His eyes stay on her, his hands tightening on her hips and pulling a little more forcefully with another burst of sparks to spur Natalie forward. It might be a simple effort for her, going so slowly after he's already brought her to a head. But for Leo, it isn't that easy, and the longer she draws it out, the stronger his need grows.
"Are you trying to make me burn your car down?" he grumbles, frowning up at her. If that's what she's after, she's well on her way. It's true that he has much better control of the Blessing now than when they'd started dating back at camp, but there are still occasions when he loses it if distracted, like he is now.
It's actually tempting, laughing at his frustrations, but she's nice enough not to do it, especially since he had taken such care to give her that orgasm just moments before. Only sometimes does she acknowledge the power she has over him, delighting in making him squirm like this. Over time, she had at least grown comfortable with her sexuality - at least around Leo, who knows every inch of her skin and what makes her moan, even with their separation.
Her brown eyes hold a mischievous sparkle, even as she obliges, rolling her hips, pushing against him.
If he's honest, Leo actually loves it when she does this sort of thing, taking full advantage of his weakness for her even when he's supposedly the one in power - see the bandana tying her hands together. It makes things a little more interesting, bringing in another layer of intensity to their relationship, such as it is.
He can see the mirth in her eyes, and sets him on edge, stuck somewhere between intrigued and annoyed at how easily Natalie can do this to him. Pushing himself up, Leo gives his hips a little jerk, and reaches up to touch her cheek, pulling her to him for a rough, sloppy kiss.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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"And I can feel that you want me too." she whispers in his ear, gently rolling her hips against him even while she's still recovering.
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"How do you want me?"
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This moment won't last - if he's learned anything in the past few years, it's that. But Leo plans to take full advantage of this time while it does. For now, at least, she's his again, and he is hers as always. That's all that matters.
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She promised herself to Leo for a few days and she wants to show him her willingness to do all the things he likes, wanting to give him something to hold onto before she leaves with another piece of his heart.
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And the things she does to him - they're less than perfect, if his heart has anything to say about it, but the rest of him adores every minute of it, and that's the part he's most inclined to listen to. It's another escape from their obvious problems, but it doesn't matter when Natalie is on top of him, her legs on either side, and his hands coaxing her onward. His vision narrows, and all that matters is how she feels right now, in this moment - much easier than focusing on how they'll feel later, outside her car, when they're parted.
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On the other hand, she never wanted to become this girl, the one who screws and leaves. She tells herself it's still more than a simple fuck. With the way they look at each other like this, the things she lets him do to her - it isn't simple and heartless.
Her vision's hazy, her breathing staggered and heavy. Her pace remains the same, irritatingly slow.
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Her eyebrows are lifted to challenge him further, to get him to do something else to make her move faster.
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She doesn't have many moves, having willingly given them up, but the most she can do is resist for now, keeping at that slow pace with a delighted twinkle in her eyes, licking her lips slowly before a groan slips out through her throat.
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"Are you trying to make me burn your car down?" he grumbles, frowning up at her. If that's what she's after, she's well on her way. It's true that he has much better control of the Blessing now than when they'd started dating back at camp, but there are still occasions when he loses it if distracted, like he is now.
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Her brown eyes hold a mischievous sparkle, even as she obliges, rolling her hips, pushing against him.
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He can see the mirth in her eyes, and sets him on edge, stuck somewhere between intrigued and annoyed at how easily Natalie can do this to him. Pushing himself up, Leo gives his hips a little jerk, and reaches up to touch her cheek, pulling her to him for a rough, sloppy kiss.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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