WHO: Much and Leila WHEN: Directly after they leave Hecate's equinox party, after their conversation about Marcie and kisses WHERE: Leila's place WHAT: An after party, with a few trust issues and slightly reckless behaviors creeping in WARNINGS: 🍆
Leila was thankful when she and Much could get away. They picked up a bottle of wine and took the party back to her place. She shut the door behind them with a sigh of relief. She immediately put her arms around him so she could feel his closeness, and breathe him in.
Much returned the hug, still a little worried about her state of mind, wanting to reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere by holding her tightly in his arms. Eventually he ran his hands up into her hair, pulling back a little to see her face, and smiled at her. "Can I pour you some wine?"
They still had the whole night, it wasn't over yet, but she couldn't make herself move from that spot. "Just hold me like this for a while longer." She wasn't in tears anymore but there was still some anxiety. "I like when I come home and you're with me." She wanted more of that. After some time she pulled away and put his hands on her hips, her arms draped on his shoulders. "I don't think I told you how handsome you looked tonight," and she kissed the edge of his eye where Robin had kicked.
"You didn't? Fuck, I'm out-" he joked, making to leave, only his arms didn't let go of her. "Hmm," he said, trying and failing to keep a grin off his face. "I appear to be stuck. Oh well - might as well make the most of it," he let his grin loose, and leaned forward to kiss her neck.
"Oh then if that’s the case, I guess you don't get to help me out of this---" she teased back, with those heels on she even nudged his crotch with her knee as if to say 'do you want to tempt fate?' She too however had that grin on her face because he was adorable and ridiculous sometimes---and honestly she'd missed all the teasing that got them to this point in the first place.
Much's chuckle turned a little toward lusty at the brief pressure of her knee between her legs. "If you meant that knee as a threat, I'm sorry to tell you, but it didn't work," he said, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gripped her knee tightly between his thighs, but his arms firmly around her so she wouldn't lose her balance with only one leg. "This is my knee now."
"Is it?" She challenged him, "because I was positive you weren't into any of this?" She pretended to wiggle away from him, her long brown leg stretching from his grip and out from her skirt to show off its perfect toned shape atop those sparkly heels.
He let her go when she wiggled away, admiring her leg for a moment. "You were?" Much asked, raising his eyebrow at her before stepping quickly toward her, crowding her back into the wall. His hand dropped to grab that leg under her knee and pull it up high against his hip, keeping a hold of it as he pressed himself against her. "Guess I'll have to be a bit clearer, then. I'm into this. I'm into all of this."
"It's hard to know, you could just be into any pretty thing----" she sunk her lips inward, those big eyes of hers watching him intently. "What makes you think I'm into this?" She was always throwing him a challenge.
"Hmmmm," he said, giving it some deep consideration as his fingers stroked the skin of her leg. "I have noticed a couple of clues," he said, his other hand moving up her hip to cup her breast, the look in his eyes matching her intent the whole time, and his mouth hovering just over hers. "Couple of things that make me think you like me."
"Do tell, because I'm having a difficult time deciding if you're worth the trouble." This was a game that she liked playing with him, not everything had to end in tears or scrapes and difficult emotions. She could flirt and she could tease, but he'd found out she was more than just those things.
Much grinned at her and leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the skin of her neck as he spoke, quietly. "I think," he said. "The way you get goosebumps when I kiss your neck, that's one sign." He moved his way up the curve of her neck to her ear, taking her lobe lightly between his teeth. "Am I wrong?"
"Mmmmm, you're not wrong," she said biting her lower lip. "Is that all you have to back it up?" She challenged him again. There were plenty of things he did that she liked, one was the way he held her face, or touched her face. The way he combed his fingers through her hair. The way he called her beautiful and meant it.
"How aboooout, the way you get all doe eyed at me," Much said, leaving her ear so he could look into those eyes, his hand moving up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, that look right there. Dead giveaway. You need to work on your poker face." Much was highly amused with himself, his own poker face a terrible one.
He'd caught her there, true, but not trapped, she still had some poking to do. Her hand curled into his hair. That long hair that fell at the nape of his neck that she loved twirling her fingers in. That haphazard grin he always had when she did something that made him weak in the knees. With her other hand she walked her fingers up his chest until they reached the collar of his shirt, plucking one button at the neck loose. "Is that all?" her brows moved upward as she looked down, her fingers splaying across his neck and into his shirt.
"Ummm," Much said, a little distracted by her fingers, both sets of them, and the messages they were sending down his body. "That devious little smile," he said, watching her lips. "The one that's all confident, you like knowing I'll do anything you say."
“I do indeed, only because I see that glint in your eye every time I challenge you." She didn't let him get by easily. Her nails scraped the skin on his chest, softly, daringly. "What else do I like?"
Her nails sent shivers over his skin, making it prickle beneath his shirt, and he traced his fingers around the shell of her ear before sliding his hand through her hair. He curled his hand around the back of her neck, his mouth hovering just over hers. "You're pretty hooked on the way I kiss you, I think," he said, keeping his mouth so close that his lips brushed hers when he said kiss you.
Her hand held on to his wrist, fingers sliding down his arm, the other hand quite busy letting another button on his shirt loose. "Do you? That’s a pretty bold assumption---" but she grinned. His lips were so close, she actually stuck her tongue out to line his upper lip.
"Uh huh, it sure is," Much said, only holding back from kissing her deeply by the weakest hair of willpower - he wanted her to keep concentrating on unbuttoning his shirt. "Wouldn't've gotten far with you without being bold, I think. Imagine if I hadn't stopped you in the street that first night and snogged you." He still thought about the heat of that first kiss, how furious she'd been at the patronising cops, how all that fire translated into the kiss. It had been a good, good first kiss.
They wouldn't be where they were now had he not kissed her. "I'm glad you did---" she said with that coy smile, her fingers still walking along his chest, one more button at a time. It had been everything she had not expected and wanted to happen all at once. It had been a beautiful first date.
"Me too," Much said, and winked at her. "Obviously..." His hands were on her waist, his thumbs stroking her stomach as his eyes moved from her fingers to her face. "And I'm glad you trust me... Um, I don't think that comes easy for you, so, it means a lot, that you do." He bit his lip, a little more serious than before, but it was something he'd wanted to say, and if she got any further down his chest he wasn't going to be able to say anything at all.
Her hand stopped for a moment, her eyes cast down and looking at his chest instead of his eyes. "It doesn't come easy for me," it was why she wanted him to be sure this was what he wanted. "It's why---I didn't want you to feel you have to have me if your heart is somewhere else." Her fingers curled in, her nails scratching at his chest before those dark eyes looked into his. "I trust you as much as I do Robin, sometimes even more----"
Her trusting him more than Robin was huge, and maybe not surprising after everything Robin had put her through, but huge nonetheless. He slipped his hands up and cupped her face, looking at her seriously. "I won't hurt you," he said. "I won't betray you. I don't want to be the kind of man who does that."
"And I don't want to be the suspicious kind of girlfriend." She put her hands over his, one hand threading their fingers together. She kissed him softly on the lips. A token of her trust and her love that was growing so fast for him.
Much leaned into her, his return kiss needier than hers, as he tightened his hand on their interlaced fingers. The kiss like a promise - I won't hurt you - and a token of gratitude - thank you for trusting me - and a natural conclusion to how close their mouths had been these last few moments. He slid his other hand around the back of her head, holding her face close.
That kiss was the relief she needed to solidify things once again. Neither one of them had even been looking for the other, but out of all the Merry Men they had some common ground. She sweetly answered him with her own, a needing reply and acceptance. They'd had their energetic kisses, their hot and heavy, but this one, it was special in its own right.
He kissed her for a long time, easing her back against the wall, the heat that had stated with her fingers on his first button building up between them. "Suppose," he said, when he stopped to catch his breath, "we should move away from your front door at some point. Not that I couldn't keep making out with you here for hours."
Leila nipped his bottom lip followed by another sweet kiss before her fingers gripped his shirt, crumbling the fabric between her fingers. She had a smile on her face as she pushed him back enough for her to step away from the wall and drag him behind her to the bedroom. She let go of his shirt once they were there but backed up against him so that he could peel her out of her saree. It was a lot of fabric, and she was giving him the chance to take her out of it, while glancing over her shoulder with those heavy lashes over her dark brown eyes.
Much grinned into her neck as his hands worked on her clothes, bunching the fabric up around her waist so he could get his hands underneath it. "You're so hot when you're bossy," he said, her skin distractingly warm under his fingers.
She shrugged that shoulder of hers, the zipper of her top in the back for him once he managed to get the other five yards of fabric off. There was a dusting of gold glitter on her skin leftover from the mask she'd worn at the party. There was no mask now, nor a shy Leila. Her lips turned upward and she hummed to his compliment.
"This, this is good," Much said, unwrapping her, and kissing the bare skin across the back of her shoulders before pulling the zip down, and kissing the exposed skin he was creating there, too. "Like the sexiest present ever, I love it."
She wiggled her shoulder and gave him that sultry look under those lashes. "Is that what I am? Your present?" She teased. "Are you this slow with all your gifts?" She liked that he was slow, like he was enjoying and taking his time to savor it. It did not mean she wasn't going to tease him.
Much ran his hands over her shoulders and down her bare arms, his fingers picking up a trace of the gold dust. "Too slow?" he asked, teasing back, kissing her neck again, his fingers turning light and soft and barely-there as he brushed them back up her arms.
If he'd intended to see her skin prickle with goosebumps at that touch, he most definitely got what he'd hoped. "Do you always unwrap your presents so carefully?" She asked softly, her breath just a ghost against his face.
"I do when they react like this," Much said, kissing her goosebumps, and tracing his fingers lightly over her ribs and the muscles in her stomach. When she'd dragged him into her bedroom he'd been so ready to tear her clothes off, he wasn't quite sure how he'd fallen into doing it this way instead, but the way she shivered it was so worth it.
She'd honestly expected him to just go at it with the reaction from earlier, but she was quite content with this, all that lavish attention was nice. She pulled her hair from the back to sit over her shoulder so he had a clear canvas of bare skin to make prickle under his soft touches. "I like it--" she said softly.
His fingers continued to trace patterns across her skin, his mouth joining them at the edge of her bra strap, easing it off her shoulder and kissing the skin beneath. With his hands on her shoulders he turned her to face him, looking down at her body for a moment before curling a hand around the back of her neck, and pulling their faces together. "I want you, Leila," he mumbled against her mouth, though that might have been obvious from the growing hardness in his pants, pressed against her front, and he kissed her, deeply, to prove it further.
She grabbed his shirt again at the collar curling them into fists and completely wrinkling that really nice, handsome shirt. She pressed her lower body against his, smiling against his lips. "Do you?" She teased before ducking the air out of his lungs for a needy kiss of her own.
"Uh huh," Much affirmed, kissing her back too hard to speak as he undid the last couple of buttons, hands a little clumsy. He pulled off his shirt without breaking the kiss, then wrapped both his arms tightly around her, the rush of her bare skin against his making him kiss her all the harder.
Her nails raked down his chest. Hands settling on his belt while she kissed him with that same hard excitement. This was not the same shy Leila he'd dealt with (she wasn't gone, but she was more confident with him) before. They seemed to have hit another level of intimacy, not just with the words 'I love you', but with their own trust in each other, and she wanted to show him just how good she could be.
Much arched his back toward her hands, pressed his hips toward her hands, grinding up against her searching for friction to combine with the feelings spread through his body everytime he kissed her. "Yes," he muttered. "Too many clothes."
She smiled as she undid the buckle, sliding her tongue in his mouth as she pulled it out of the loopholes and tossed it to the floor. Next her nails scratched softly his waist and going for his zipper. "Too many you said?" The sound of the metal zipper going down and the button going undone. "How's that, handsome?" She said into his ear.
"Better," he said, breathing heavily as her hands worked. "But don't stop there," he urged, running his tongue up the side of her neck, hungry for her, his hand on the other side of her neck, fingers curling into her hair to hold her there.
She loved feeling his hands on her. Her fingertips ghosted the waistband of his boxers, the back of her nails scratching further down before she turned around and had her back face him again. She rubbed up against him and looked over her shoulder again. "Can you find the strap?" She asked, waiting for him to undo her bra before she shimmied out of her undies.
Hook by hook, Much released the back of her bra, smoothing his hands across her skin to push it off her shoulders and slip it down her arms. He tossed it onto the floor near the crumpled black fabric of her saree, and once it was out of the way his hands went to her breasts, pulling her back up against him. "Can't get over how good you feel," he told her, standing on one leg of his trousers then the other to hold them down as he stepped out of them. One less layer of fabric between them made rubbing up against her even better, and he caught both her nipples in his fingers and he pressed against her and moaned.
Her butt squished up against him and after the attention to her breasts which she was positive he was obsessed with, she took one of his hands and slid it down her tummy, letting his fingers go down into those pretty little lacy underwear, letting them touch down below and feel for himself she wanted him too. "You're obsessed," she said just as a little sound escaped her lips of excitement.
"Why wouldn't I be?" he replied, breathlessly, distracted almost entirely from speaking by the feeling of her under his hands. Her breast in one and the hot lace between her legs under the other, and then the even hotter skin beneath the lace. The confidence of her now as she guided his hand toward where she wanted it made him even hornier, and he didn't waste any time before he slipped his fingers right between her legs. So warm and wet and inviting, Much breathed out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes at the feel of her, leaning his head against hers. "Leila," he whispered. "So good."
"I love your hands," she said in a breathy whisper, rubbing his fingers against the right spot which got those little noises out of her that he loved to hear so much. When those sweet lace undies of hers were no longer needed, she shimmied them off her hips and let them fall to her feet. Now his hand wasn't restricted and she growled when he hit the right spot.
Much pushed against her harder when she growled, both with his hips and his hand, curling his finger into her. "So hot, so fucking hot," he breathed heavily in her ear, keeping his right hand moving while his left squeezed her breast again. He was so turned on by her, this body beneath his hand and her boldness with what she wanted this time made him completely dedicate himself to feeling her come under his hands again. Without stopping, he drew his left hand up her throat to turn her chin toward him so he could kiss her, hungrily, over her shoulder.
Maybe he did want to to make her melt with his fingers again, but she had other plans. That kiss however, sidetracked her for a good few minutes and she moaned into his mouth. He was making all kinds of tingly feelings. The fact that boy was dedicated to making her feel good before himself was a miracle. He was selfish but not so selfish, and all those emotions from the night, the worry, the stress, this was going to be good for them both. She said his name in a breathy voice, losing that control like before, feeling everything escape, her voice and that sweet, sticky wetness he wanted from her. It wouldn't end there though even as she sent a string of squeals and noises, her back rested against his chest.
When she could she slipped from his hands, turned around and shoved him onto the bed while she straddled his waist. If he thought even for a second he wanted another girl, she would pull that thought right out of his head. She was going to show him just how much she wanted him, and just how much he deserved.
Much made a surprised noise of loss as she moved away, but he was only distraught for a moment before she pushed him, and he hit the mattress with a satisfied oof. His hands went straight for her legs on either side of his hips, sliding up them as he sat up, hunting for her mouth for another kiss.
She pulled his hands back to her face. Yes, she liked this. She liked him holding her face. She paused for a sweet moment, her hungry kisses softening momentarily. She trusted him. She adored him. She kissed him sweetly on the cheek but after that. Her mouth was on him hard.
Much gripped her face, kissing her ravenously, eyes closed so he could concentrate everything on how electrically good this felt. His hand curled into a fist in her hair, not tight enough to yank but tight enough to hold her firmly close as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth. Nothing felt as important, right now, as getting as close as possible to her, and he thrust his hips against her, moaning into her mouth with want.
Her hand dropped settled back to his waistband, her fingers slinking past the fabric. She grinned and kissed him long and slow, just before moving off his lap so she could pull his boxers off.
Much reluctantly less the kiss break so he could help her shed his boxes, his arousal completely obvious now - not that he'd been trying to disguise it earlier. "Told you I wanted you," he whispered, reaching for her again to pull her closer.
She raked her nails against his chest again. She pushed him into the cascade of pillows against the headboard, letting his back settle against that cushy backdrop. She kissed him again with that fire of their first date, slipping into his lap again. She blushed very softly at his confession. Of course she'd known, he told her every second he could that he wanted her, and it was always flattering. "I want you too " she said softly, her hair tickling his skin. This was his confident girl.
"Mmm, please always push me around," Much said, arching his hips into her with more leverage now he could dig his elbows into the sheets some, rolling them against her. Leila in control was so hot he could barely think. "I'm yours, you can do whatever you want to me."
It was only because she trusted him she'd slipped past this shy girl. The first time was out of their way, and she promised she'd show him what she could do. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and one hand crept down between them to grab ahold of him. She kissed him long and slow again settling herself over him to guide him inside her. She still took it slow, at her own pace so she could control it. She waited a moment for his brain to catch up and her to get used to him again before moving.
"Ooooooh fuuuuck," Much breathed, gripping his hands down on her thighs as he pushed his head back into the pillows. And then she moved and he groaned again, wordlessly, biting down on his lip at the pleasure of it. He didn't think his brain was going to catch up, but he did open his eyes when she started to move, and almost closed them again at the sight of her on top of him, but kept them open, not wanting to miss a second. "God - you're perfect - hgnn."
Her hands pressed down onto his chest moving at a slow pace, only picking up when he complimented her again. Her hair fell against his face as she grabbed his lips for a kiss, her breath hot on him. She shivered and released some more happy sounds. This was definitely better, as Leila was not holding back.
He kissed her through a litany of yes's and sighs and utterances of her name, his hands roaming up her body as she rode him, his hips moving to try and match her rhythm. Catching her breasts in his hands, he rolled his thumbs over her nipples, watching her face as he did, his own lip between his teeth, swept away by the pleasure of it all.
She repeated his name as he did hers, her nails digging into his flesh. Once she could feel the end grow close, she slowed down her pace, loosening her arms, flattening herself on top of him and giving him a hard and heavy kiss with her hands gripping his hair. That was more like it, and that happy grin on his face made her melt.
Every time she said his name was another ramp up in pleasure and if he could speak, and if she hadn't had the history with witchcraft that she did, he would have jokingly accused her of casting some kind of spell. He loved it, she said his name and his toes curled, she said his name and his grip on her tightened. When she finally kissed him again, hands in his hair, he couldn't hold back any longer and he grabbed her hips, thrusting a few more times with pure abandon until it pushed him entirely over the edge. He cried out so loud, muffling it in her mouth as he kissed her, a pretty messy kiss, all things considered. But a perfect one, it felt perfect, she felt perfect, and he wrapped his arms tight around her back and kissed her as the waves of pleasure kept coming.
She'd sent him over the edge and loved every minute of it. She'd cemented him to that spot and if he didn't love her before, he sure as Allah did now. She gave him a sweaty kiss on the cheek and purred into his ear.
Another deep shudder of pleasure went through him at that, one he felt through his whole body, one she would have felt reverberating through hers. God it felt so good to be inside her. His hands traveled up her hot, sweaty, sexy back and buried themselves in her hair as he kissed her, though the kisses were short, interrupted by his need to catch his breath. But kissing her, right now, felt as important as breathing, and one impulse warred against the other as he continued to do both, kiss her, and gasp for his breath back.
While she was not jealous (maybe a little), she didn't want him to forget her. She did not want her story to get so lost as his own that they couldn't be like this---because this was pure bliss. She hummed against his kisses, feeling very content.
"God, Leila," he muttered against her mouth, as slowly his breathing became less frantic. "You feel so good, holy shit." His voice was lazy and slow, as he opened his eyes again and pushed her hair back away from her face, where it was trying to fall down and obscure his view. "You're so goddamn beautiful, I can't even handle it."
Much was no god with rippling muscles a chiseled jaw, but he was handsome to her. He made her laugh, made her feel safe and sexy. She knew she was a gorgeous woman, she never questioned that, but when he said that it seemed like he could see beyond the exterior beauty. "Not too bad yourself, handsome."
Much grinned at her, as his hands found hers, and he wove their fingers together, kissing each hand of hers in turn. With a long, satisfied sigh he let her pillows catch him. "Wow," he said softly, his thumb running over the back of her hand. "Just wow..." then, after a beat, as his mind caught up with him. "Um, we uh, didn't really do the condom thing this time, did we..."
That look on his face was gold. She shivered against him and then at that comment her eyes went wide. She hadn't even scrambled off him yet and suddenly felt her heart drop to her stomach. She'd been so into the moment she that thought never crossed her mind.
"Hey, hey it's okay, there's pills," Much said, carefully sitting up and sliding his arm around her back as he did. "And I haven't been with anyone else since, y'know, came back to life. It'll be alright." He hated that panicked look on her face, although comforting her meant he panicked less about it. Weird how that worked.
Maybe he didn't want her to climb off him yet, but she couldn't help it. Her heart was still racing. She took a deep breath and thought about what he said. All she could do was nod, quite anxious again and for an entirely different reason.
"Hey," he said again, with a small mmph of feeling as she lifted herself off him. He reached out and touched her face, turning her toward him. "It's gonna be okay," he promised, because this was something in the world they could control, right now. Much leaned forward and kissed her anxious mouth. "I love you, you're going to be alright."
She had never really run into this kind of scare before, because her lovers were few. She was still nervous. He’d said it first. He’d said those sweet words first and she nodded again in his hands, but still quite worried that things could take a dramatic turn. Then would he still be there?
Much kissed her gently again, partially to encourage her to relax and partially because he couldn't help himself, his body wanted to keep kissing though his brain was aware he should probably do a bit more than that. He pulled back and gave her a crooked smile, eyebrows up. "What can I do, right now, Leila?"
She’d started to pull the bedsheet over her, not that she was self conscious, she got cold easily, and she felt she needed to cover up. The bedsheet was also some sort of comfort, just as he was trying to be.
Her eyes looked over, not as sparkling as they'd been just a few moments prior. "What would you do if something happened?"she asked and then ran his question back through her mind. "You can go get those pills." She was terrified of what this could do to their very new relationship.
"Yeah, yeah I will," Much said, giving the blanket a tug over himself as well. "First thing in the morning. With breakfast bagels, even." Yeah, Much, breakfast bagels and emergency contraception, that was what every woman wanted. But of course he'd go get them, it was just as much his bad for getting distracted as well. She was just so hot... no, no excuses. He'd managed not to have kids this far.
"I dunno what I'd do," he said, to her question. "Um, it depends - what would you want to do?"
She kept his hands on her face again, looking him in the eyes. "I don't know," she said honestly, and that statement in itself was worrisome. "Depends on what?" She asked him feeling that sinking heart of hers trying to pull her down from this beautiful moment they'd just had.
"Ahh I just mean, if something happened, I'd do whatever you wanted to do," he said, trying not to think too far into the future and possible scenarios. "I'm not going to piss off, if that's what you're worried about?"
Her mouth thinned as he spoke, like he was able to tell that was exactly what she was worried about. She poked him in the chest hard with her finger. "You better not piss off." She was so used to men pissing off.
His mouth did the opposite, grew wider where hers thinned, and Much shuffled closer and wrapped both his arms around her. "After that?" he asked, nuzzling her neck and trying to make her laugh. "Hell, I'm not going anywhere. I'm hooked. You got me good."
Her nose twitched as she tried not to smile, but his adorable face and cocky smile threw her. Her arms went around his neck where she ran her fingers into his hair. "That was my game plan all along," she said, that smile obvious in the sound of her voice.
"Good plan," Much said, moving his head forward to kiss her smile, his hands stroking her back. "Very good plan. Smart, sexy girl."
She snuggled up to him. Strong and bold as she was earlier, she enjoyed more than that being cuddled and treated softly by him. "Not just anyone could admit defeat with such excitement," she hummed, that smile growing a little wider. She was glad that he was the one that decided to follow and break down her defensive armor.
Much laughed and pulled her closer. "God, Leila, defeat me anytime," he said, with enthusiasm, and kissed her neck for emphasis. "You're very, very sexy when you're in command."
"Next time I'll wear heels." She kissed his cheek, pulling back to look at him again. She could be in command quite often, but she could also be soft.
"You're sexy in anything," he told her, taking the opportunity to pull back and look at her as well. A cheeky smile crept over his face as he walked his fingers down her side, inching under the sheet. "Like... naked Leila? S'good. S'very good."
"Good to know I can make your heart stop even in a paper bag." Her hands rested on his shoulders and felt to his chest, drawing little pictures on his skin with her finger. "Does this mean you're always thinking of me with my clothes off? That'll make the next Merry Men meeting awkward " but she had a grin on her face. If he was thinking of her, he wasn't thinking he wanted to leave her.
Much laughed at her suggestion, as his grin turned a little more toward devious. "It will - it definitely will - I'm picturing all of us sitting round a table having a right proper discussion about something and I'm not even listening cos my hand is just creeping up..." He'd dropped his hand down to her legs, creeping his fingers up over the soft skin inside her thighs, his eyes watching hers intently.
She tilted her head with narrowed eyes. He wasn't. "What happens when they realize your bloody mouth isn't going off?" She looked down briefly without moving her head and then back at him.
Much's mouth dropped open in an expression that was both offended and delighted. "The bloody cheek of you," he said (she was so right about him, he loved it). "I'll just have to keep talking so they won't expect anything," he said, walking his fingers even higher up her leg. "Oh yup, guys, great idea, yeah, I think so too, mmmhmm..." He brushed his fingers against her, biting his lips together to stop himself grinning.
She shivered but did not move or make a sound. She'd just blown his mind, was he really tempting her again, especially after their conversation? He was good with those hands of his. "Who’s the cheeky one?" Her eyebrows moved up and then her face went flat again. "I don't think you'd be able to do a thing without giving yourself away. You don't have a poker face."
"Hmm, you got me. It'd be too dangerous. Should I stop, then?" He asked, hoping like hell she wouldn't ask him to stop. He couldn't get enough of her pleasure, the look on her face and the sounds he could get out of her. She'd just blown his mind, yes, and he wanted to return the favor, over and over, see how long he could make it last. And to try and make her leave that anxiety behind, because there wasn't anything they could be about it this late at night and he knew he was going out on his quest first thing, and why stress, till then, when he could be doing this?
"You'd grin like an idiot----" she paused, "No," she stared right into his eyes, "Try not to grin," she challenged him. He was so expressive and easily excitable. She loved that about him, he had so much energy.
Much made a small noise of protest, but the excitement that flared up when she challenged him was undeniable. "Fuck. You. Are. Hot." He told her, trying to keep his face from grinning, the look on his face taking of a different kind of intensity as he stroked a finger slowly up between her legs.
She shivered again, her eyes locked, both of them looking to see which one of them would break first. "Have you always been good with your hands or is it me?" She licked her lips but kept her eyes on him.
"Not always," he admitted, since being cocky ('of course, I was born with these legendary fingers') would have been too much of a temptation to grin. "It's you, you just, fit, so good," his words were feeling a little scattered, but his attention was admittedly elsewhere, as he rolled his finger in a circle in a way that made her come undone for him in the past (don't grin, don't do it).
She closed her eyes because she wanted to roll them back in her head as those shivers turned to goosebumps again. She wanted to feel more, but holding on to the sounds that wished to escape was about as difficult as him trying not to grin. She opened her eyes that roll of pleasure hitting her. Her hand slipped over his. "Do you say that to all the girls you're with?"
Much leaned forward and kissed her to stop himself grinning, which was a very clever and also very sexy move on his part, he thought. He laid her back down into her pillows as he did, just like she'd done with him earlier, and stretched out beside her, fingers still slowly teasing. If her hand on his was any indication, she wanted more, but he wanted to try and draw a whimper out of her first before giving it to her.
She kissed him hard, her one hand trying to force him in and he wouldn't. That cheeky bastard. Her body reacted to him just as he would expect. With her free hand she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for another kiss, her hips moving upward as she did squeal softly into his mouth.
Much leaned forward and kissed her to stop himself grinning, which was a very clever and also very sexy move on his part, he thought. He laid her back down into her pillows as he did, just like she'd done with him earlier, and stretched out beside her, fingers still slowly teasing. If her hand on his was any indication, she wanted more, but he wanted to try and draw a whimper out of her first before giving it to her.
Much moaned back at the heat of her kiss, pulling back a little to look at her - biting his lips again, then reaching down to gently bite hers instead. He gave her a few more delicious moments of teasing before letting her hand do what she'd wanted in the first place, and guide his fingers in deeper. He couldn't stop himself grinning this time, but he'd buried his face in her neck first - hoping she was too distracted to tell.
He was good at driving a girl wild. She made another noise as she felt his his fingers, her body contracting around them. "You feel so good," she whispered into
She was doing that on purpose! Much pressed his betraying face against hers, her words almost driving him to lose any will to win this challenge. "I'm not grinning," he whispered back to her, stubborn, but a bit desperate. "Can't make me."
"Can’t I?" She said in a purr, kissing him again with another pleased moan. Maybe she had amped it up a bit, biting his earlobe, saying his name this time as her body moved with him. "I love your hands," and that was no lie. She loved his touches and the way he held her, the way those hands grabbed her face, and right now the way they moved inside her.
"Not," he whispered, breathless with how much he wanted her. Oh he was pretty bloody sure he was going to lose this, but he had another trick up his sleeve yet, dropping his head to her breast. Can't make me grin with my tongue circling your nipple, he thought victoriously, then grinned against her breast anyway, teeth brushing against her nipple as he did.
Her hands curled into his hair, grabbing it with a gentle tug. Her own lip she bit down on to keep from smiling herself, but all his attention made it difficult. She gave him credit, he was determined to please her, and he was successful. Her thighs squeezed around his hand moving in rhythm his motions, squealing when he hit the right spot. Whatever anxieties she'd had were completely gone for now.
He growled softly against her skin, loving everything about this, the warm wet feel of her around his fingers and the movements of her hips and the squeal in her throat all giving away how close she was. Much moved his attention from one breast to the other, flicking his tongue over the hard point of her nipple, loving that too. Oh he was definitely staying down here till he made her come, it was all too damn good.
Her breathing started to increase as she was riding that wave. Her fingers pulled a little tighter into his hair as she reached that high. Her toes curled into the bedhseets and she held his hand as deep as it would go once her body spasmed into pure bliss with his name screamed out.
Much didn't try to hide his grin after that, lifting his head to watch her, utterly thrilled by how loud she'd called his name. He trailed a number of kisses up her chest before collapsing down on the pillow beside her head, facing her (grinning) as he gave her a few softer strokes with his fingers before pulling his hand away. His leg was tossed over one of hers, still wanting to be as close to her as possible. "You're right," he said, as she caught her breath. "They'd see it on my face in a second. But they'd hear you."
She shuddered with a little whimper when he pulled away, turning to face him with a truly blissful look on her face. She grinned back when she saw his smile as she tried to catch her breath. "When you're doing things like that, how can a girl be silent?" She kissed him softly, completely relaxed and feeling good.
Much drank in that look on her face, both the sated bliss and the grin that followed, and fell in love with her a little more for each of them. "Good point," he murmured against her mouth, letting one soft kiss melt into the next as he ran his fingers up and down the flushed skin of her arm. "You know what?" he asked, after kissing her for a while. "You said you wanted me and bed and wine and we haven't even started on the wine yet..."
Leila hummed stretching her arms out and then curling them around him. "You're far better than wine." She said in a kiss.
Much chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her in turn, settling into this satisfied comfort against her. "I'll take that," he said, and sank into another soft kiss.
She snuggled into him, that happy little grin on her face, forgetting the fact that he'd given her a heart attack just moments ago. She repeated in her mind what he'd said that she'd be fine, and she believed it. She shivered a little as the cold hit her skin, before he pulled the covers up around her, and didn’t let her go till she comfortably fell asleep with him.