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.
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."
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
"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.
Blink he does, and blink again when he finds himself dressed. Muttering something about convenience, he climbs out after Natalie, following her lead and stretching his muscles. It doesn't get him such a good result as hers, but it's good enough for to serve his purposes. He does find himself a little off balance, however, lilting a little as he stands and using the car to balance.
"Shower sounds good," he agrees. "Though I do like how you look with a layer of sweat on you."
Natalie reaches into the car to lower the top again, airing it out though it isn't necessary when she's already instantly cleaned it. Well, except for the lingering smell of him in her seat, which is a pretty pathetic thing to do, she realizes, but she won't discuss that ever.
"That felt really good," she murmurs when she rights herself again, facing him though with her eyes fixed on the city below them. "Having sex in the car, I mean, though my stretch was pretty good too."
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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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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."
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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.
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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.
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"Gods," she whispers, gasping for air, the tension sliding from her body, forehead against his.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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"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.
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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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"Shower sounds good," he agrees. "Though I do like how you look with a layer of sweat on you."
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"That felt really good," she murmurs when she rights herself again, facing him though with her eyes fixed on the city below them. "Having sex in the car, I mean, though my stretch was pretty good too."
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