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[ And boy, does he enjoy it. His hands find her hips, fingers following the hem of her underwear. ]

You should know. You put it there.

[Her fingers comb idly through the hair at the base of his neck.]

Are you complaining?

[ He's always been weak to someone playing with his hair. Without thinking about it, he shifts slightly, just enough to give her better access to keep that up. ]

Why would I?

[Oh she knows. And as he shifts, she rewards him with a light graze of her nails against his scalp.]

No reason I can think of. But you tend to find ways to surprise me.

[ A soft sigh passes his lips as his eyes drift shut for a short moment, enjoying her touch. When they open again, there's a twinkle of mischief there, matching his usual grin. ]

Just like you always find ways to fire me up? [ he asks slyly, accentuating the words with a little spark of flame on Faye's skin. ]

[It's her turn for her eyes to fall closed, mouth dropping open slightly as the warmth of that spark moves against her skin. She can be burned, but not nearly as eaily as someone without her abilities. And she's not about to shy away from a little pain anyway. Danger turns her on.]

Mmm, just like that.

[It's possibly an answer to his question. Or just approval of what he's doing to her. Maybe both.]

[ Sometimes he can give just as much as he gets, and using his power like this is just one way to do it - his favorite way, actually, knowing how she likes it. He doesn't stop, smirking at her reaction. ]

Then I guess we're even.

You think so? [She takes a step back, pulling him with her, leading him towards the stairs. Once there, she drops her arms and steps out of his hold so that she can head upstairs. You can bet that she puts an extra sway in her hips for him to watch as he follows.]

Well, you haven't proven me wrong yet, so...

[ He shrugs, following wordlessly. He takes his time, though, gladly letting her take the lead while he enjoys the view. Yep, things like this are exactly why he likes her. ]

[She glances at him over her shoulder as she turns at the top of the stairs, headed for her room. It's spacious with that same red and black theme she leans towards. Not bothering with any pretense, she crawls up onto her bed and lays back against her pillows. One leg is stretched out in front of her, while the other is propped up, bent at the knee. She drags her teeth along her lower lip before raising a hand to motion for him to come join her.]

[ Now there's an invitation if he's ever seen one. He pauses at Faye's door for a moment to take in the sight of her like that, carefully sprawled on the bed in just the right way - and she knows it, too.

He shakes his head, grinning. ] You really know how to motivate a guy, don't you?

[ With that, he'll stop wasting time and climb up beside her, trailing his hand over her leg. ]

[She gives a little shrug in response to his comment, watching his hand travel over her leg.]

What can I say? I'm going to get you on the honor roll at this rate.

[ He laughs, dropping a few sparks from his fingers. ]

I might need more motivation for that. You know I'm not a straight-A student.

[She jumps a little, letting out a gasp as those sparks of his warm her skin in bursts.]

You know how much I love a challenge. [She practically purrs the words out as her legs shift a bit further apart in response to his attentions.]

[ He always looks forward to little reactions like that, his lips curling into a smirk. Faye might be more resistant to his powers than a normal girl would, but she's still not immune - and he loves to use that to both of their advantages.

Of course, she could always retaliate in other ways, and he wouldn't argue. He's used to her having the upper hand, anyway. ]

You sound pretty sure of yourself, [ he muses, hand lingering on her thigh. ]

Have you ever seen me fail yet? [She reaches down lightly urges his hand to continue to move along her inner thigh, towards the junction between her legs.]

[ Leo hums thoughtfully, working his way further up the bed to join her and nipping playfully at her collarbone. ]

Maybe, [ he says, drawing the word out. The sparks fade away as his hand moves closer to her center, fingers brushing ever so lightly over her skin. ] I never have been that good in school; you know that.

[Her back arches slightly at his light touch, even without the bit of fire, she just enjoys the way it feels to have his hands on her.]

What? Am I not enough motivation? Do I need to find a new way to inspire you to apply yourself.

[She's teasing, as evidenced by the quiet chuckle she gives. One of her hands moves to comb her fingers through his hair. The gesture is almost gentle, almost betrays that she might actually care about him.]

[ He leans into her touch, always weak to the feeling of someone's fingers running through his hair. ]

Maybe you do. Maybe I've outgrown all the old methods.

[She makes an amused little sound as her fingers continue to comb through his hair.]

Not completely, apparently. You finished your homework to come here, after all. [Her free hand slips between them, fingers trailing down his torso, her palm running expertly over the front of his jeans to tease him.]

But if I need to step up my game, let me know.

[ His inhales deeply, his eyes drifting closed. He shifts a little closer to bite gently at her neck. ]

I think you definitely should, [ he tells her, continuing to tease her with his hand for a moment before dipping his finger between her folds. ] Show me what you've got, Faye.

[It happens quickly, a surge of strength, aided by magic. (It's not cheating. It's just using her resources wisely.) She flips the both of them over to pin his back to the mattress, her long legs straddling his hips with graceful ease. Reaching for his wrists, she holds them both above his head as she grins wickedly down at him.]

I don't know if you can handle what I've got. [She presses her hips down, rocking against him to prove a point. But he's still got those pesky jeans on, so it's likely more of a tease than anything else.]

[ He blinks up at her, not quite surprised but still pleased by the turn of events. The corners of his mouth curl upwards, intrigued to see what she'll have in store for him. ]

I can handle it, [ he brags, deliberately directing a few sparks at her hands. But that's before she moves, and when she does, a wave of pleasure rolls over him, too short-lived to be as good as either of them might have hoped. Leo takes a deep breath, grinning up at her. ] I can definitely handle it.

[That's exactly the sort of answer she wants to hear. Slowly, she releases his hands, letting her fingertips trail down his arms and over his chest. She shifts her hips to sit further back on his legs while her hands continue to shift further and further down. She keeps her eyes on his while she slips open the button of his jeans and very slowly drags down the zipper.]

What do you want, Leo?

How about a challenge? [ he suggests, eyes daring her to object. He's trying not to focus too hard on where she's sitting atop him, or where her hands go or how annoyingly slow they move, but he only succeeds by keeping his eyes locked on hers. ]

You don't think I can handle what you've got, I think I can... Go ahead. Prove me wrong.

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