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If the music wasn't so loud, he might hear her groan, wanting him just as close as he wants her. It's that time of the evening when she wants to find a more secluded corner, somewhere dark so he can move his hands wherever the hell he wants and so she can kiss him as deeply as she wants to.

It's risky, she knows, and she wouldn't be doing this if she didn't have that liquid courage, that extra push that she needs sometimes. Her conscience can't stop her from ending their kiss to nod sideways, gesturing to that spot behind the bar.

He feels a little dizzy once she pulls away, the dance and music forgotten. Grinning, he nods and, taking her hand, pushes through the rest of the patrons to work their way off the dance floor to a more private spot for the two of them. If it weren't his last night here, Leo might be worried about what the owners and employees of the bar would have to say about him doing this, but since he's supposed to be gone by morning, he pays them no mind. There's a girl before him that requires his attention, after all.

Once they're off the dance floor and tucked as far out of sight as they're going to get out here, he pulls Natalie to him once more, catching her mouth again for another kiss, this time nipping gently at her bottom lip. It's a tease, the encouragement that Leo's learned she needs sometimes to bring herself as close as she wants while his hands slip under her shirt again, tracing her curves as if trying to commit her to memory.

She backs herself against the wall, enjoying being sandwiched there against him. Staring up at him with parted lips, she grins when he bites her and slides her hand through his hair to pull him down, to kiss him with her whole mouth, not holding back this time like she had been while they were dancing back there.

Suddenly, her clothes feel far too heavy, her skin burning hot under his hands. Maybe if she’d just kept the skirt, not the leggings, maybe if she just wore a dress and he slid his hands under that instead -- anyway, she won’t fret about that.

He'll gladly meet her in the middle, throwing himself into this wholeheartedly now that they're (sort of) alone and not being pushed around by everyone else on the dance floor. His eyes drift shut with her hands in his hair, letting out another little sound of pleasure, and his hands keep going up with the shirt in tow. It's not the right place for this, something tells him from the farthest recesses of his mind, but why should he care? It's his last night, and a good one too, so Leo will take whatever she gives him.

His hands are dangerously high on her torso but she can't bring herself to protest. In fact, she encourages him with a tiny brush her her nose against his, her lips parted for air. Go ahead, she doesn't say, do whatever the hell you want.

Maybe this is what she needed, getting a little physical with someone she likes, instead of going into her family's medicine cabinet. She hasn't stolen anything from her mother in weeks and, honestly, she feels good. Right now, she feels better.

With the alcohol running through his system, and the music putting him in a good mood, Leo isn't of the mind to stop until she tells him to. He's high on the fun of it all, the thrill of knowing it'll be the last time and thinking he should make it a good one. So while the one hand keeps moving up until he's almost at her bra, exploring her body like she's never quite let him before, the other suddenly moves back down, down to her hip to hold her flush against him as he presses his lips to her jaw. She's given him the perfect opening, and he gladly takes advantage to leave a trail of kisses down to her neck.

She whimpers, the sound right in his ear when she presses her cheek against his head, encouraging him to keep going. Her own hands travel around his sides, fingers curling into his shirt until she can lightly drag her nails over his back, leaving unseen marks that she hopes he can at least feel and imagine the next morning. Marking isn't her style; she doesn't leave hickeys or anything, but she can perhaps sense this finality, even in the back of her mind, and she wants to end the week on a good note.

The sounds sends a rush of warmth right down into the pit of his stomach, and Leo is pretty sure that they should stop, but where would the fun be in that? He likes the feel of her nails on his skin, the sensation making him press against her a little more. There aren't a ton of options here if they want to avoid getting kicked out - even being friendly with the owners doesn't mean he's allowed to run wild - but he takes advantage of what he's given and continues down her neck, sucking lightly at her bare skin.

The top she wears leaves her neck exposed, showing a little bit of cleavage - which is way more than she would go for normally - and a lot more shoulder. It strikes her then, that there is really no way to go further, and standing here groping each other, won't be satisfying for long, only serving to make her feel more frustrated. She's tempted to cut it short there, before they do something they both regret, but at the same time, she doesn't particularly want him to stop. in fact, if he decides to discover more about her, she probably wouldn't protest.

Besides, the only things that leave her mouth now are just soft, wordless noises. Instead, Natalie turns her head slowly and brushes her lips over his ear, grazing her teeth over his skin without making a mark.

Her lips at his ear, however light the tough may be, is enough to make a quiet whine slip out before he can stop it. He doesn't want to stop; really, he doesn't, but this is quickly becoming difficult for him to handle under the influence of the alcohol with her shirt as revealing as it is... He has to pause and take a breath, her name a soft sigh on his lips, his hands coming to rest at her hips for just a moment before he turns to catch her lips again. Not being able to go farther is a certain kind of agonizing that he doesn't want to think about, but kissing? Kissing is okay. It doesn't have to last forever, but they've never really done much beyond that, anyway. Even if Leo, at least, has wanted to try, he could somehow sense she doesn't want that, so he's dealt with what she's given him just fine, up to now, and that won't change just because it's his last night.

The thought makes him pause again, though, his eyes heavy-lidded as he pulls back to look at her. Even with a light sheen of sweat from the dancing, Natalie is gorgeous. He wants to remember her after he leaves - his first kiss, his first dance partner since his mother, all good things. It'll suck not having her around anymore for nights like this, just fooling around and having fun like teenagers are supposed to do.

"Nat," he breathes, smiling, "We should probably go... before they kick us out, I mean." Not that he doesn't want to keep going - he does, and his arms circle her waist to bring her closer for another kiss. But they don't need the extra trouble, either.

... Right.

It's kind of funny. Natalie has always been the one dragging her heels, lingering when others are raring to go and have some fun. It's her who needs to be reined in this time and she can't help but find that amusing when they break, only to have him pull her in for another kiss.

"Oh, uh –" She looks around and maybe there aren't people actively watching, but they are pretty obvious and she could allow herself an inch more of intimacy, but ...

"You're right."

If Leo's honest with himself, he just doesn't want this to end badly. He wants to go out on a good note, so stopping before things go south - in a bad way, at least - is probably the best course to take.

It's clear that he's reluctant to stop from the way he still keeps her close, but he started this, so he needs to man up and deal with it. "I don't want to," he mumbles, kissing her jaw, "but I don't think they'll let us do this here. Owner thinks she's my mom or something."

What is 'this' supposed to be, anyway? He has to wonder. Whatever their relationship is, it's dragged on for a while without being acknowledged, but he supposes he won't have to worry about it later.

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