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One of the best things about this relationship, Leo often thinks, is that Natalie allows him to experiment. It's not always a big thing, maybe a little change here or there, but that's how he works, and it's more than enough to satisfy both of them. Variety is the spice of life, after all, and he has a feeling she knows he might get bored otherwise.
Today, the experiment is the location - a car, Natalie's. Neither of them have ever felt crazy enough to try anything with Festus, but a car isn't alive, and thankfully can't move like the dragon does. A car, though - they haven't had many chances for that, and never pursued it before, until now. And Leo isn't above mixing a few things to make it even more interesting - they've done blindfolds before, invisibility on her part, and Leo had enjoyed both. It's fun to put Natalie on the receiving end of the sensory deprivation for a change. The more he can surprise her, the more likely she is to make those sounds he's always liked to hear from her.
The chair is set back, and she's in his lap, so there's only so many options for surprising her here, he supposes. So he starts simple, kissing around her jawline as his hands slide up beneath her shirt.
Today, the experiment is the location - a car, Natalie's. Neither of them have ever felt crazy enough to try anything with Festus, but a car isn't alive, and thankfully can't move like the dragon does. A car, though - they haven't had many chances for that, and never pursued it before, until now. And Leo isn't above mixing a few things to make it even more interesting - they've done blindfolds before, invisibility on her part, and Leo had enjoyed both. It's fun to put Natalie on the receiving end of the sensory deprivation for a change. The more he can surprise her, the more likely she is to make those sounds he's always liked to hear from her.
The chair is set back, and she's in his lap, so there's only so many options for surprising her here, he supposes. So he starts simple, kissing around her jawline as his hands slide up beneath her shirt.
Natalie needs a car for a semblance of normalcy. She can fly on pegasus, hop on a hellhound, and do anything else mortals consider wacky but to do what she needs to do, she has to have a car. It's a pretty sweet blue convertible, but obviously the top is up today. The afternoon sun sits low in the sky and she liked - before he tied that cloth over her eyes - how the light looked on him.
He knows how can he can push her each time they're together, but she's older and more adventurous now and is more than willing to give him what he wants. Natalie at least had the foresight to strip herself of her skirt and underwear before climbing into his lap and, truthfully, she likes this friction between their bodies.
"Kiss me?" she whispers, curling her fingers into his hair.
He knows how can he can push her each time they're together, but she's older and more adventurous now and is more than willing to give him what he wants. Natalie at least had the foresight to strip herself of her skirt and underwear before climbing into his lap and, truthfully, she likes this friction between their bodies.
"Kiss me?" she whispers, curling her fingers into his hair.
If there's one thing Gale has learned about Lydia and come to love, it's that no one would ever be able to describe her using the word "vanilla." She's a fierce girl who knows what she wants and goes after it without hesitation, and rarely gets denied. You'd hardly know she isn't blessed with charmspeak. He, usually the stoic guy with a reputation for charming girls just for being handsome, is more than happy to be the one to give her what she wants.
And a little adventure doesn't hurt. Knots have always been his specialty, though somehow, it's never translated this way before. A good change, he decides as he looks down at her, the ropes tight in all the right places. The appreciation is clear in his expression, with a slight curve to the corner of his mouth, but he doesn't act on it just yet.
And a little adventure doesn't hurt. Knots have always been his specialty, though somehow, it's never translated this way before. A good change, he decides as he looks down at her, the ropes tight in all the right places. The appreciation is clear in his expression, with a slight curve to the corner of his mouth, but he doesn't act on it just yet.
The door is open when Gale arrives at the Undersee residence, but he doesn't enter immediately. He and Madge... They've been getting along better lately, with Katniss insisting that he "not be a jerk." It's been a slow and at times frustrating process, but they've finally gotten somewhere - somewhere good, he decides. They haven't given a word for what it is they are, what they're doing, and Gale is perfectly fine with that. Working past the labels of "the Mayor's daughter" or "the boy from the Seam" is hard enough as it is.
When his knock on the door goes unanswered, he pauses for a moment, listening. And there it is, the gentle notes of a piano wafting through the house to great him. Strange that Madge wouldn't hear him over it, but Gale's noticed that she tends to get caught up in the music. So he steps inside, following the sound to the room with the piano. Noting the distinct absence of her father, he comes closer, sliding onto the bench beside her without a word, the bag of strawberries in his lap.
When his knock on the door goes unanswered, he pauses for a moment, listening. And there it is, the gentle notes of a piano wafting through the house to great him. Strange that Madge wouldn't hear him over it, but Gale's noticed that she tends to get caught up in the music. So he steps inside, following the sound to the room with the piano. Noting the distinct absence of her father, he comes closer, sliding onto the bench beside her without a word, the bag of strawberries in his lap.
Madge would never admit it, but she's enjoyed how they've been getting along. It's given her more of a chance to relax when he was around- not always being on the defensive. But that was neither here nor there as she hadn't heard the knock and wasn't aware he was coming in.
Her father was away to the Capitol on business and her mother was asleep upstairs, with a recent morphling treatment. She knew that her mother liked the breeze keeping the door open allowed and to hear her practicing the piano-- But she got swept up in her music.
So, to say she was startled when someone sat next to her was an understatement. She jumped a little, but relaxed when she saw it was just Gale. Her expression softened a bit. "Didn't hear you come in."
Her father was away to the Capitol on business and her mother was asleep upstairs, with a recent morphling treatment. She knew that her mother liked the breeze keeping the door open allowed and to hear her practicing the piano-- But she got swept up in her music.
So, to say she was startled when someone sat next to her was an understatement. She jumped a little, but relaxed when she saw it was just Gale. Her expression softened a bit. "Didn't hear you come in."
The warm light shines perfectly through her hair, across her skin, and there is a moment that Leo thinks it a shame that she can't see herself. Her hips and thighs are as tempting as always, the effect she has on him already starting to show just from looking at her, having her in this most interesting position.
Smiling, he gives her a quick bite at the neck - nothing painful, but something to provoke her - before he pulls back to give her the kiss she wants. Hands continue their northward exploration, dragging the shirt up with them, and he adds a little tongue to the mix, running his tongue over her bottom lip for a taste.
Smiling, he gives her a quick bite at the neck - nothing painful, but something to provoke her - before he pulls back to give her the kiss she wants. Hands continue their northward exploration, dragging the shirt up with them, and he adds a little tongue to the mix, running his tongue over her bottom lip for a taste.
For a moment she's still, laying on the bed while resting on her side. Wouldn't most people feel vulnerable and exposed, trapped at another's mercy, naked when their partner is not?
But she's the one who told him to take off her clothes, and she's the one who showed him the length of crimson she'd brought for them to play with, and encouraged him to use it on her.
There's a sinuous way she moves her body once she's bound. Little rolls of her shoulders, a way of moving her thighs together, as if she can't help herself. She knows he needs a moment, needs to experience pleasure in his handiwork, that sense of power and control. It's like giving him a gift.
She looks up at him through her lashes. "What are you going to do with me now?"
But she's the one who told him to take off her clothes, and she's the one who showed him the length of crimson she'd brought for them to play with, and encouraged him to use it on her.
There's a sinuous way she moves her body once she's bound. Little rolls of her shoulders, a way of moving her thighs together, as if she can't help herself. She knows he needs a moment, needs to experience pleasure in his handiwork, that sense of power and control. It's like giving him a gift.
She looks up at him through her lashes. "What are you going to do with me now?"
"Did I scare you?" A long time ago, such a comment might have been construed as condescending - a hunter looking down on someone without his same skills. Today, however, it's a different story. His voice may sound hard to someone who doesn't know them, but she would hear the teasing undertone he covers so well.
One point to Hawthorne, it seems to say.
"I think you missed a note," Gale tells her conversationally, reaching up to hit one. It definitely isn't the right one, he realizes the second the sound rings out, but his point stands.
One point to Hawthorne, it seems to say.
"I think you missed a note," Gale tells her conversationally, reaching up to hit one. It definitely isn't the right one, he realizes the second the sound rings out, but his point stands.
"Startled," she corrected him quickly, same teasing undertone. Because she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd scared her. She would not let him have the upper hand right now.
So when he pressed the wrong key and insisted she'd missed a note, her eyebrow raised and she very carefully moved his hand and placed hers on top, pressing on his finger to encourage him to press the right key. "You mean that one?"
And if her hand lingered on his-- well she hardly noticed, right? It was allunder the guise to help him find the right keys.
So when he pressed the wrong key and insisted she'd missed a note, her eyebrow raised and she very carefully moved his hand and placed hers on top, pressing on his finger to encourage him to press the right key. "You mean that one?"
And if her hand lingered on his-- well she hardly noticed, right? It was all
She barely groans for him, anchoring her hands there in his hair, gripping a little tighter. As gentle as they can be together, Natalie likes being just a little rough, a little biting, a little pushy.
She tilts her head for him, kissing him deeper, hungry for another taste. Before, she had been hesitant to take control, but now she's ready to show him what she wants, despite her lack of sight. Her thighs squeeze his sides tightly, briefly, and she tilts his head back so she can kiss him properly.
She tilts her head for him, kissing him deeper, hungry for another taste. Before, she had been hesitant to take control, but now she's ready to show him what she wants, despite her lack of sight. Her thighs squeeze his sides tightly, briefly, and she tilts his head back so she can kiss him properly.
The way she moves is intensely satisfying, and the funny thing is that he isn't even touching her yet, tempted as he is. Curious, there's a thought in the back of his mind to ask just what she wants him to do with her, since she's been leading the charge up to this moment.
But, as it stands, Lydia has made it clear who she wants to be in charge. The one who is tied up is never the one in charge. He brushes a finger over her skin, following the line of the rope down to her legs.
"Looks like I'm free to do whatever I want."
But, as it stands, Lydia has made it clear who she wants to be in charge. The one who is tied up is never the one in charge. He brushes a finger over her skin, following the line of the rope down to her legs.
"Looks like I'm free to do whatever I want."
"Right, that one." He nods, satisfied at hearing the correct note. Music is something Gale never had much of a chance to learn about - there are the odd night parties in the Seam, with their own type of fun, romping melodies, but those are different. Madge knows what real music is like, and he has come to enjoy listening and watching her play. Her hands have always been quick, deft, skilled on the keys, and lately he thinks more often about what other things she can do with them.
Good things, but he shouldn't be so forward.
"I brought your strawberries," Gale tells her, moving his hand under hers to hit another note. Wrong again.
Good things, but he shouldn't be so forward.
"I brought your strawberries," Gale tells her, moving his hand under hers to hit another note. Wrong again.
Another wrong note, Madge did her best to hide her smile at that. She corrected him again, fingers atop his coaxing the correct notes. She chanced a glance down, just to see the strawberries he was talking about, before looking up at his face and back at the piano.
"Thank you," she murmured, guiding a few more correct notes from him. "I'll get you the money my father set aside for it."
In a moment. When she feels like moving her hand from his.
"Thank you," she murmured, guiding a few more correct notes from him. "I'll get you the money my father set aside for it."
In a moment. When she feels like moving her hand from his.
The one tied up never appears to be the one in charge. But somehow he's wound up dong exactly what she wants.
She lets her lashes half drop in pleasure when his finger slides along her leg and she shifts a little to tilt her body toward his hand.
"What do you want? I can't stop you. I don't want to stop you."
There's a faint hint of challenge in her tone.
She lets her lashes half drop in pleasure when his finger slides along her leg and she shifts a little to tilt her body toward his hand.
"What do you want? I can't stop you. I don't want to stop you."
There's a faint hint of challenge in her tone.
The sound may be quiet, but Leo's ears catch it, and he smiles into the kiss. He makes a soft sound of his own when her grip tightens, muffled by her lips. It's a good feeling, having her anchored there, claiming her place with no room for argument. He always did like it when she pushed him, and he pushes back.
The way her legs tighten around him bring a wonderful friction, and it makes him groan and squeeze breasts the instant he reaches them. The perfect size, he thinks for the hundredth time, perfectly fitting the curves of his hands. He lingers there, fingers brushing over her nipples and biting at her lip before sliding his hands back around to pull her against him. It's obvious what he wants - more of that friction.
The way her legs tighten around him bring a wonderful friction, and it makes him groan and squeeze breasts the instant he reaches them. The perfect size, he thinks for the hundredth time, perfectly fitting the curves of his hands. He lingers there, fingers brushing over her nipples and biting at her lip before sliding his hands back around to pull her against him. It's obvious what he wants - more of that friction.
She rewards him with a high pitched sigh, dissolving into chuckles. While she can be possessive and aggressive, she also loves to laugh with him, even if it's for no apparent reason, only to let him know that she's enjoying himself.
There is little he can do wrong as far as she's concerned, even just cupping his hands at her chest. Natalie's always been, well, decently endowed, and it feels good that he has always paid attention to that sensitive part of her. "I love that," she groans into the kiss, parting for air.
There is little he can do wrong as far as she's concerned, even just cupping his hands at her chest. Natalie's always been, well, decently endowed, and it feels good that he has always paid attention to that sensitive part of her. "I love that," she groans into the kiss, parting for air.
What a good sound, he thinks, letting it roll past his ears with a quiet chuckle of his own in response. "I know," he whispers back, not even bothering to hide the smug undercurrent in his voice. Over the years, he's become very familiar with her body and what she likes, and he takes full advantage of that with chance he's given.
Of course, there is only so long Leo can keep his hands in one place, even on Natalie - especially on Natalie. He doesn't make a move to take off her shirt, but he does take his hands off of her for a moment, wondering where to put them next. Eventually, he settles on her backside, hoping to catch her by surprise as he gives her a little squeeze.
Of course, there is only so long Leo can keep his hands in one place, even on Natalie - especially on Natalie. He doesn't make a move to take off her shirt, but he does take his hands off of her for a moment, wondering where to put them next. Eventually, he settles on her backside, hoping to catch her by surprise as he gives her a little squeeze.
With a jerk of her hips, she bursts out laughing instead, the sudden change in position, not knowing where his hands will be next, this sends an excited thrill down her spine and he's sure to feel that. She's always liked how their relationship, especially when things are really good, is equal parts hot and humorous. It part of how he keeps her afloat most days.
"Shit," she swears, laughs subsiding into chuckles.
Blindly, she nuzzles his cheek with her nose and lips, letting that guide her to his jaw so she can return the favor, biting him to leave a mark.
"Shit," she swears, laughs subsiding into chuckles.
Blindly, she nuzzles his cheek with her nose and lips, letting that guide her to his jaw so she can return the favor, biting him to leave a mark.
[ What a nice day. Sun shining, not a cloud in the sky, perfect temperature... It's a great day to be lazy, Meg's decided, and that is exactly why she hasn't left the bed yet.
...Alright, so maybe there's one other reason. With hair like gold, and a smile like that, how could she resist? Looking over at the other gal - because who needs men, anyway? - she hums pleasantly and smiles. ] Tell me we don't have to get up. I want to stay here all day.
...Alright, so maybe there's one other reason. With hair like gold, and a smile like that, how could she resist? Looking over at the other gal - because who needs men, anyway? - she hums pleasantly and smiles. ] Tell me we don't have to get up. I want to stay here all day.
"There's no rush," he assures her. "The Hob will be open until this evening."
He watches their hands calmly, barely suppressing a smile. The corner of his mouth twitches as he hits the wrong notes, though, so he lets her take the lead, following her hand to the right ones. This is her hobby, not his; if she were trying to shoot an arrow, their positions might be reversed. It doesn't bother him, though, letting her have this. Not anymore.
He watches their hands calmly, barely suppressing a smile. The corner of his mouth twitches as he hits the wrong notes, though, so he lets her take the lead, following her hand to the right ones. This is her hobby, not his; if she were trying to shoot an arrow, their positions might be reversed. It doesn't bother him, though, letting her have this. Not anymore.
"If you're sure." There had been a time where he wouldn't even step inside her home. That time was long gone, to the point where he wasn't even bothered by staying a little longer than necessary. Madge was excellent at hiding her emotions, but each intended wrong note brought her closer to a smile. One that she would quickly hide.
One wrong note brought her to nudge him lightly with her elbow. And instead of simply guiding him to the right note this time, she caught his fingers lightly with her own-- while continuing to play light notes with her free hand.
One wrong note brought her to nudge him lightly with her elbow. And instead of simply guiding him to the right note this time, she caught his fingers lightly with her own-- while continuing to play light notes with her free hand.
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