The smile he gave her was small, unsure, he fell into what she was doing with relative ease. He didn't want to think about the dream, or what happened eight years ago; he just wanted to focus on Natalie, here and now, and hopefully she would help bring him back down to normal.
The air still flickered with sparks every now and then, but Leo failed to notice them, turning his head to the side with a soft sigh. He leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, willing himself to relax as he slid his hands up her back, a faint sign of encouragement.
With each bite, she left a soothing kiss over them, her lips purposefully cooler in temperature. Normally, she didn't use her powers often when it came to being with him, but perhaps a little trick would do some good.
She trailed those kisses and bites down to the top of his chest before lifting her head to pull her hair out of her face. Her hands left him to undo her own shorts, pulling away for a moment to tug them the rest of the way down her legs.
A shiver went down his spine, the sudden change in temperature taking him by surprise. Natalie was much more careful with her powers than Leo, nowhere near as liberal with them, so for her to be using them must mean... but then, just about anything would feel cooler, as close to flames as he was.
When she pulled away, he simply sat there for a moment, breathing in and feeling the chill of her lips fade. Once it was gone, he opened his eyes again, and suddenly found himself very interested in what she was doing, the way her body moved... In spite of everything, he was still a guy, and a teenager to boot, and some things were next to impossible for him to ignore. He didn't react as quickly as he might have normally, but his hands slowly slipped down her sides and over her hips as she worked her shorts down.
Natalie tossed the heavier fabric aside along with the rest of their clothes, leaving her in her nondescript underwear. She caught his gaze and decided to use it to her advantage, hooking her thumbs into the bottoms next. It was far from a striptease - she certainly was not confident enough to do it - but she did move purposefully before his eyes. Her eyes flicked over his face to gauge his reaction
It didn't have to be a striptease when he knew she was moving very deliberately like that. His lips parted to let him take in a slow breath as he watched her, eyes following her hands intently.
She stripped herself bare, discarding the last of her clothes. Bsck to fussing with her hair again. She tucked her hair behind her ears and reached for his hands once more, sliding them up her torso again, guiding gently until they settled just under her breasts. It was tempting to ask him how he was feeling, but she turned off those thoughts again. More questions would not have helped.
The fussing with her hair was just another distraction, making her body move in ways that he can't help but enjoy, even just a little. He bit his lip when she took his hands, taking a moment to look her over again before moving his hands up, covering her breasts and giving them a light squeeze. Taking a deep breath, his eyes moved up until they met hers, and he told her softly, "I love you."
She knew he had been waiting on her to say those words for a while; it brings a light to her eyes now that she no longer fears it. He seemed to be recovering somewhat, touching her at least, keeping her close instead of shutting her out. If only she wasn't a hundred times worse about her own problems.
Lowering her hands, she started tugging his pants down, shooting him a shy grin as she moved further down the bed.
Hearing her say it always sent a wave of warmth through him, though today it was cool enough to help him relax another notch. His anxiety about today wasn't gone by any means, but as long as he was distracted, he didn't expect it would get out of hand. Usually, having something to put his hands to did the trick. This was just a different sort of something, he thought, shifting just enough to let her remove his pants.
She crawled up to him again, going for his underwear next, pulling that fabric down. As she closed the space between them, she trailed her fingers up his chest, walking them along his arms. Resting her forehead against his, she looked up at him slowly, a touch uncertain about her actions. "Do you - I mean this is a little - I just want to be sure," she asked, lightly running her hand through his hair again.
He let her, easily adjusting to what she was doing without a sound in protest. His hands went up her arms, the gesture meant to be reassuring - to him or to Natalie, he though wasn't actually sure - but it accomplished nothing when Leo realized that yes, he was still afraid to touch her, after the way he'd repeatedly lost control since waking up this morning, and it showed.
But, just the same, she anchored him down, and knew more than few ways to get him to calm down. He didn't want to guilt her into anything, but he wanted to be selfish. He had done this for her before; and he promised himself he wouldn't hurt her if she did the same for him. Natalie trusted him not to - just like your mother trusted you with the Blessing, a voice hissed from the back of his mind - and the last thing he wanted was to lose that.
Taking a deep breath, he met her eyes and nodded once.
Natalie certainly did not feel guilted into anything. She had done the same in the past and she felt she should make it up to Leo this way. At least to start. It wasn't healthy, they established that, but at least there was some kind of balance for two kids with worlds of problems.
"I love you," she repeated, just before she positioned herself over him, reaching between their bodies so she could easily slide into his lap, taking him in, sighing.
He watched her intently, breathing carefully as she moved over him. She trusted him, he told himself over and over, holding onto that thought like a lifeline. He could stay in control.
"I love you, too," Leo replied quietly, voice faltering as she slid over him. A shower of sparks came from his hands and arms, and he wrapped his arms around her in an effort to stop them, face buried in her neck.
It wasn't working.
"Natalie," he whispered, voice full of strain and frustration and need. He was having trouble focusing on controlling his power, but he could just as easily tell that it would be even harder if they stopped, and anyway, Leo didn't want her to. That he'd kept the Blessing contained this long was a blessing in and of itself. Besides, she would tell him if he did hurt her, wouldn't she?
She rolled her hips into his, closing her eyes and sinking into this feeling. The sparks still felt fantastic on her skin, and it actually surprised her how little she fears what will come of this. This is trust, she thought, this must be part of what love is like.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, a continued effort to hold onto him, to make sure he knows he can tether himself to her right now and as long as he needs to do so.
Natalie tipped her head to the side to brush kisses along his jaw and cheek, biting his earlobe again. Switching positions, she moved to his neck, biting the skin there, curling into him.
His hips instinctively rose to meet hers, clinging to her as they gradually fell in sync, this time a little more difficult to manage than all the others. His focus was split between her and trying to control the Blessing, but it was slowly breaking apart under Natalie's touch, her kisses, her teeth. He ground out something like a moan, a shock of feeling radiating from that spot on his neck, and he bit down on her collarbone, as gently as he could manage but enough to try and draw something out of her.
She tipped her chin back for him, gasping at the sudden bite just under her neck. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks in his skin. He felt so much hotter than she was accustomed to, but that was all taken in stride. In a way, it added to the experience, the intensity of this particular coupling. She was desperate to fix the situation, even though she knew sex wasn't the answer. Maybe there wasn't a perfect solution out there, but at least he knew that she was there for him.
Every move she made brought forth a fresh burst of sparks, and when she started going faster, flames licked idly at his fingertips, unnoticed and uncurbed. Her nails sent a sudden, light wave of pain around that spot, but it only added to everything he was already feeling, keying him up a little more even as he hissed in a breath. They were never very rough with each other, even when they were teasing, but somehow, it felt appropriate here, and Leo was surprised to find he liked it.
He looked up, and upon seeing her lips parted, caught them with his. He'd never wanted to resort to this as a source of comfort - both of them knew it wasn't healthy - but it was the only distraction that had worked today, and he was honestly just glad to have Natalie here with him. The trust she was showing him in doing this... it meant the world.
He had a peculiar way of getting Natalie to loosen up and she gets a little wild when she's in the proper mood. In her desperation, she's let go almost completely, pushing him as far as she can until they've both reached their breaking point and can tumble back to reality together.
"Gods," she murmured against his lips, curling her fingers into his hair.
The further she pushed him, the easier it was to try and control the Blessing. Raking his fingers down her back, he unknowingly left a trail of fire as he pulled her as close as he could, right up to where his hands settled on her hips. He was being uncharacteristically quiet today, unable or maybe just unwilling to form words, and the usual noises he made were few and far between as his focus narrowed to Natalie and the tension building to a crescendo. Here, nothing else had to matter. He couldn't - wouldn't - think about the nightmares with her in his arms, and his determination not to showed in the way he threw himself into this.
They could stay like this for a while. It wouldn't have been the first time they had. Natalie had said it before, how damaged they both were, what a pair they made, just two souls who needed each other for support and comfort. Still, having sex with him felt amazing, and she wanted him to know it, to feel what she felt. The heat from his hands only pulled her closer, still unscathed, and she tossed her hair back, arching into him as she readied herself for the jump and the all.
The flames - he was vaguely aware of them at best, but Leo trusted her to tell him if they got too out of hand. She wouldn't let him hurt her, not after everything she knew he'd been through, and especially not after his dream last night. That was what mattered - that, and knowing that Natalie wouldn't leave if he still needed her.
He bit his lip on a groan as she arched her back, rolling his head back as he let the sensation wash over him and clear away his thoughts to one simple thing. All he needed right now was Natalie, and she was doing everything to make sure Leo knew he had her, gradually bringing him to the edge.
"I'm - I'm almost," she whimpered desperately, gripping him tighter, clenching her legs. It was all frantic, chaotic, but nonetheless sincere and full of the mess of emotions the two of them had for each other.
"Too hot," Natalie heard herself saying, finding a moment of clarity to keep him in check. She wanted him to keep touching her, but she wanted to make sure he didn't leave this regretting anything.
Doing that, Natalie managed to intensify everything, and he made a quiet, strained sound as she took him closer. As chaotic and desperate as it was, having this with her - having her here with him... If he stopped to think about it, he could tell it was helping him get rid of some of his nervousness, even a little.
Of course, part of that, Leo realized as she spoke to him, might be his power cutting loose. His eyes shot open, his lips parted, and he was frustrated to find that he was losing control after all. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing her as he tried to slow his hands, managing to reduce it back to mere sparks, and hopefully, down to nothing.
"It's okay," she murmured in return, "I'm okay, Leo. I love you."
Natalie kissed him fiercely, riding harder and faster until she eventually hits the edge and tumbles over, her cry muffled by their kiss. Her movements slowed, but she did run her hands over each mark she left on him.
"I - I love you, too," he breathed against her lips. The faster she moved, the harder it was for him to hold back, but he fought it, up until he felt Natalie let go. He makes a muffled, wordless sound as the feeling crashed over him, slowly receding afterward and making him shiver when he felt her touch on each little mark she'd left.
With a quiet sigh, Leo's arms wrapped around her waist again, refusing to let her go just yet. It helped - that much was clear in how his shoulders slumped, most of the tension gone. But he still wasn't ready to be left alone.
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The air still flickered with sparks every now and then, but Leo failed to notice them, turning his head to the side with a soft sigh. He leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, willing himself to relax as he slid his hands up her back, a faint sign of encouragement.
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She trailed those kisses and bites down to the top of his chest before lifting her head to pull her hair out of her face. Her hands left him to undo her own shorts, pulling away for a moment to tug them the rest of the way down her legs.
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When she pulled away, he simply sat there for a moment, breathing in and feeling the chill of her lips fade. Once it was gone, he opened his eyes again, and suddenly found himself very interested in what she was doing, the way her body moved... In spite of everything, he was still a guy, and a teenager to boot, and some things were next to impossible for him to ignore. He didn't react as quickly as he might have normally, but his hands slowly slipped down her sides and over her hips as she worked her shorts down.
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She knew he had been waiting on her to say those words for a while; it brings a light to her eyes now that she no longer fears it. He seemed to be recovering somewhat, touching her at least, keeping her close instead of shutting her out. If only she wasn't a hundred times worse about her own problems.
Lowering her hands, she started tugging his pants down, shooting him a shy grin as she moved further down the bed.
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But, just the same, she anchored him down, and knew more than few ways to get him to calm down. He didn't want to guilt her into anything, but he wanted to be selfish. He had done this for her before; and he promised himself he wouldn't hurt her if she did the same for him. Natalie trusted him not to - just like your mother trusted you with the Blessing, a voice hissed from the back of his mind - and the last thing he wanted was to lose that.
Taking a deep breath, he met her eyes and nodded once.
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Natalie certainly did not feel guilted into anything. She had done the same in the past and she felt she should make it up to Leo this way. At least to start. It wasn't healthy, they established that, but at least there was some kind of balance for two kids with worlds of problems.
"I love you," she repeated, just before she positioned herself over him, reaching between their bodies so she could easily slide into his lap, taking him in, sighing.
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"I love you, too," Leo replied quietly, voice faltering as she slid over him. A shower of sparks came from his hands and arms, and he wrapped his arms around her in an effort to stop them, face buried in her neck.
It wasn't working.
"Natalie," he whispered, voice full of strain and frustration and need. He was having trouble focusing on controlling his power, but he could just as easily tell that it would be even harder if they stopped, and anyway, Leo didn't want her to. That he'd kept the Blessing contained this long was a blessing in and of itself. Besides, she would tell him if he did hurt her, wouldn't she?
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Her hands gripped his shoulders, a continued effort to hold onto him, to make sure he knows he can tether himself to her right now and as long as he needs to do so.
Natalie tipped her head to the side to brush kisses along his jaw and cheek, biting his earlobe again. Switching positions, she moved to his neck, biting the skin there, curling into him.
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Natalie moves faster, panting, lips parted, skin tingling.
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He looked up, and upon seeing her lips parted, caught them with his. He'd never wanted to resort to this as a source of comfort - both of them knew it wasn't healthy - but it was the only distraction that had worked today, and he was honestly just glad to have Natalie here with him. The trust she was showing him in doing this... it meant the world.
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"Gods," she murmured against his lips, curling her fingers into his hair.
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He bit his lip on a groan as she arched her back, rolling his head back as he let the sensation wash over him and clear away his thoughts to one simple thing. All he needed right now was Natalie, and she was doing everything to make sure Leo knew he had her, gradually bringing him to the edge.
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"Too hot," Natalie heard herself saying, finding a moment of clarity to keep him in check. She wanted him to keep touching her, but she wanted to make sure he didn't leave this regretting anything.
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Of course, part of that, Leo realized as she spoke to him, might be his power cutting loose. His eyes shot open, his lips parted, and he was frustrated to find that he was losing control after all. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing her as he tried to slow his hands, managing to reduce it back to mere sparks, and hopefully, down to nothing.
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Natalie kissed him fiercely, riding harder and faster until she eventually hits the edge and tumbles over, her cry muffled by their kiss. Her movements slowed, but she did run her hands over each mark she left on him.
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With a quiet sigh, Leo's arms wrapped around her waist again, refusing to let her go just yet. It helped - that much was clear in how his shoulders slumped, most of the tension gone. But he still wasn't ready to be left alone.
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