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[She assumes she's going to have a mark on her neck from how he's going at it. She doesn't mind. And she assumes he would like to see his handiwork for a few days to come.

The groan he gives in response to her actions (or lack thereof) is perfect. She grins and lets out a quiet laugh, but it's short lived. His rougher attention is more to her liking, causing her more to fall open and a sharp gasp sucked into her lungs. Her hands reach for him, grabbing at his arms to hold on as he catches her off guard.]

[ That’s more along the lines of what he wants, Leo thinks, satisfied. Faye likes to make this a competition between them more often than not, and he’s generally up to the challenge, but keying him up like she has sometimes backfires in the best possible way - or so he likes to think, at least.

He shifts while he has the upper hand, moving just enough that it’s easier to touch her as much as he likes, wherever he likes. The movement reflects the change in dynamics as well, with Leo holding himself a little taller and anchoring them both as his lips linger just above her own. ]

Is that all you wanted? [ he asks, teasing as he makes to pull away again. Turnabout is fair play, after all. ]

[She hates that he can do this to her, hate that he knows her body this well, hates that he's the first guy she's met that can make her want him as much as he wants her.

As his hand starts to pull back, she lets out a strangled, whimpering sound, her own hand reaching for his wrists and pulling it back towards the junction of her thighs.]

Don't you dare. [She's losing. She's losing and she hates it. Except she doesn't hate it at all and just wants him to keep going.]

[ There's a smirk on his face as he looks up at her again. It's in his eyes - he's winning their little game now, and he knows it. There's no telling how long it will last, of course, so he has to enjoy it while he can, and allows Faye to direct his hand back to continue his ministrations without further protest. ]

That's what I thought.

[ Of course, while the one hand teases, fingers of the other drop a flurry sparks on her skin, an extra burst of sensation as they veer into rougher territories. Leo never thought he'd be into this sort of thing, but this thing with Faye has been... different from the start. It makes sense that would carry on to sex, too, and he loves every minute of it. It's why he makes such a point to make it last, to meet her blow for blow in this game of theirs. He never minds losing, of course, but it's fun to give a good fight before giving in. ]

[His smug reply should be enough to snap her out of it, but the way he touches her is so distracting- and when he adds that element of those sparks against her skin? She groans and leans into his touch, her whole body alive and at his mercy.

Her free hand reaches for him, nails scratching harsh lines along his arms, his back, whatever she can reach. The other keeps hold of his wrist, guiding him as she grinds her hips against the touch.]

Shut up. [She demands before kissing him firmly and breaking it only to shove him back roughly onto the bed and following after him so that she can straddle him again.]

[ She makes such nice, distracting sounds when he’s got the upper hand, and it’s all the extra motivation he needs to keep touching her, exploring every inch of bared skin Faye has to offer. His breath comes in a hiss as her nails score him, red lines slowly darkening his own skin. The only reason Leo doesn’t stop with that is because he knows that means he’s giving her exactly what she wants, so he simply applies a bit more pressure until she kisses him, and he chuckles against her lips.

And just as quickly as he’d taken control, the tables turn again. Leo finds himself grinning up at her, only a moment’s surprise to take in the change before she’s straddling him like before. ]

What, was that not good enough? [ he asks, a playful lilt to his voice. He knows it was, knows that he’s pushed her even further, but he’s at her mercy, now. ]

[Sitting up straighter, she reaches for both of his hands, bringing them to her hips, pressing his fingers against the lacy material of her underwear.]

I think you should help me get rid of these. [Rip them, burn the edges to tug them away. She's not picky. She just wants him to take care of it in a way that doesn't involve her getting up again.]

[ Well, since Faye is quite obviously determined to stay where she is, Leo will acquiesce to her demands, just this once. His eyes are locked on hers as small flames trail at his fingertips, just enough to use to burn away a stray thread of clothing, and it catches on lace. His hands stay on the fabric while it smolders, making sure it remains a slow burn that won’t hurt, following it all the way around to her backside where he gives her a light, playful squeeze.

The rest follows in the same manner, stopping only when the cloth is in pieces and he can smile up at her with no attempt to hide the smugness in his eyes. ]

Better?

[She grins down at him wickedly, lifting up so that she can pull away the burned scraps from between the two of them and tossing them to the floor.]

Much. [As she lowers herself again, it's now with nothing between them. She tugs her lower lip between her teeth as she feels the head of his cock brush against her folds. She hovers there, not sinking down enough to take him into her, taunting him and herself both by rocking her hips against his erection.]

You've been very good, you know. I think you finished that homework in record time today.

[ It takes work to remind himself not to hold his breath in anticipation, but it does turn shallow as they touch. His eyes wander from Faye’s to her watch as she bites her lip, everything she does suddenly standing out in vivid detail.

It takes a moment for Leo to reply, his eyes closing briefly as he lets that mild wave of pleasure roll over him. ]

Really? [ he asks, eyes sparkling when they open again. That look she’s giving him is promising, if only she would stop teasing. ] I wasn’t paying attention.

[Reaching between them, Faye grabs hold of him, guiding him to her entrance. Slowly, so slowly, she lowers herself. Despite wanting to make this part of the game, she can't help the sound that escapes her throat as he fills her. Her back arches a bit in reaction to the sensation, as her hips press down more urgently until she's settled on his lap. She rocks against him, as if reminding herself what it feels like to have him like this.]

Paying attention yet?

[ Leo doesn’t even try to suppress the low, throaty groan as she sinks down on him, arching into her as much as their current position will allow. He matches her easily, hands grabbing at her hips as if to keep her from she going anywhere. ]

Gods, [ he breathes, pulling her against him, ] yes. Undivided.

[She grins down at him, triumphant. The way his hands pull her down makes goosebumps rise against her skin. They work together in a way that barely makes sense, but when it's like this, when it feels this good, she doesn't question it. Pressing her knees into the mattress, she starts a slow, calculated roll of her hips against him, not in the mood to rush this, still hoping to get him to beg for more.

Unfortunately, she's not at all immune to the way it feels to rock against him, so she finds her breath catching, a moan caught in the back of her throat.]

I've got the house to myself all weekend. You should tell your mom you're staying at a friend's and come see me instead. I've got this fantasy of you bending me over the kitchen counter...

Piper might be having a party… [ he says absently, lips curling into a smile. That sound is like music to his ears, given how stingy she can be about it. Leo isn’t complaining though; the less she allows it, the better it is when he does make her moan.

His hips rock in time with hers, slow and steady even if it drives him mad with desire. Slow has never been his strong suit, but if that’s what Faye’s decided on, there isn’t much he can do about it from this position. ]

Is that all? [ he counters, licking his lips. The thought puts a lovely image in his mind, of course, but that isn’t how this goes. He hasn’t given in completely, not yet. ] ‘Cause I had this idea about your shower to good use.

[He could beg. That's what she wants from him anyway. If he didn't like slow, he could beg her to pick up the pace. She knows he won't give in that easily, which is why she's added this element of dirty talk to the equation.]

Mmm, the shower could be fun. Think you're strong enough to pick me up and fuck me against the wall? [She punctuates the image she paints with a slightly rougher press of her hips of her hips to his.]

[ Begging is a last resort. His pride won’t let him go there yet, not when she’s still taunting him. ]

I work with metal every day, [ Leo says, voice rough as he looks up at her. ] I may not look like much, but I can handle you.

[ As if to emphasize his point, his hips jerk in response to her movements. ]

[She should know his moves, his habits. She should anticipate the things he'll do, but he always manages to surprise her. As he bucks up against her, she lets out a louder moan, unrestrained by her tight grip of control. She places her hand on his chest, eyes closing briefly to try to regain her composure.]

[ He grins up at her, a knowing gleam in his eye as he lets loose a burst of sparks from his hand on her thigh. The meaning of that sound is far from lost on him, and he means to relish every moment he has the advantage, even if Faye is technically the one on top of him. ]

Told you I could handle you.

Shut up. [She says, but it's far less of a teasing comment and more laced with the intense desire she feels building from their combined efforts. The muscles in her thigh twitch as he lets heat burst against her skin. She whimpers again, rocking against him a little faster, a bit more urgent.

For as much as she likes to win this game, part of her likes losing just as much. Despite the fact that she would never admit it, Leo is more of an equal than most guys she's been with. And he's the only one she would eventually give up her control to.]

Just shut up and fuck me already.

Make me, [ he retorts, grinning as his eyes close with the wave of pleasure that comes with Faye’s insistence at wasting no more time. Personally, he doesn’t mind going slow when the moment calls for it, but he did let her take the lead on this, even if Leo is pretty sure he’s won this round.

Well then, if she asks for it, who is he to let her down? Hand tightening on her hips, his movements take on a rougher quality, thrusts going deeper as he pulls down to him to bite her lip. ]

You’re just mad you don't have the upper hand anymore.

[ He can't just dare her to shut him up without still teasing her, after all. ]

You talk... too much. [She manages to get out between panting moans. She braces her hands on either side of his head, rolling her hips in time with his guiding thrusts, causing the impact to strike that much firmer.

Eager to silence him, she leans down to press her mouth to his, the kiss intense and hungry. It's almost a challenge all on its own. But isn't everything with them, in a way?]

[ Fingers curl into her hair as she kisses him, craning his neck to meet her just as fiercely as the intensity grows between them. He groans, muffling the rough sound against her lips, allowing Faye to force him quiet while he revels in the feeling of how she moves against him. Maybe she won that round, Leo thinks absently, but in spite of the growing heat in his groin, he’s determined to hold out, to make sure she’s satisfied first. So he runs his free hand down her thigh, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. ]

[The sparks make her moan, her hips moving with greater force against him.]

...Fuck. [She mutters as she breaks away from his lips, gasping for breath.] Roll over.

[She says as she moves, wanting to flip their positions for a bit. As much as she likes being in control, she can't deny that she likes the way he moves when he takes over.]

[ For once, he doesn’t respond with words. Leo merely nods, bracing himself as he pants for breath, and flips the both of them so he’s looking down at Faye with a delighted grin on his face. Leo is well aware that she has a thing for someone who can take control, even though she loves to fight for it herself, and he’s more than happy to deliver.

Bonus: the new position gives him some better control over the situation. Whereas Faye was in control before, now he’s free to wrap her leg around his waist and use the leverage to start taking deeper strokes. He lets out a quiet groan, and makes a point to up the sparks for her sake. ]

[She would never admit how much she loves the way he can take control of the situation. And it certainly doesn't help that he can move the both of them to press deeper within her. She gasps as the sparks from his fingers dance over her skin. Her hands reach for his shoulder, nails digging in as she arches up against him.]

Is that all you've got?

[Well, it wouldn't be Faye if she didn't push him.]

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