Leon Vincent (voodoowho) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-04-03 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dana novak, character: leon vincent, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Stranded
WHO: Dana & Leon
WHEN: Friday, April 3
WHERE: Leon's room, Hydra
It was like a tornado had hit his room. Clothes were scattered around the floor and other surfaces, including a pair of Dana's pink hip-hugger panties on the lamp, her bra on his dresser. Leon's paint splotched tanktop was on the other side of the room from his pants. His comfortable boxer-briefs had not been so comfortable and more of an annoyance to get off. They were somewhere under the bed. A handmade wooden canvas easel was toppled over, the over-sized paper taped to the cardboard backing laying face down -- "Leave it. Just leave it." -- and paint had spilled and was drying into the fibers of the rug.
Leon would clean it up later. He would fix the painting he'd been working on that was smeared. He would straighten the surface of his desk they'd laid on. He'd find the scattered pens and organize the slightly wrinkled sketches and homework assignments that had been taking up space on his bed. Yes, he'd worry about all of that later.
But what else did you do when you answered your door to find a nymph who just really, really wanted to get it on?
Leon's hand traced up her soft stomach, his fingertips following the fine line of definition that continued up the center of her chest to her delicate neck. His fingers went back down, lazily touching her all over after their third round (or was it the fourth?) had ended. She had surrounded all of his senses and so completely taken his attention that this was the first pause in the evening that Leon had to really think about something other than having more of her kisses, her touch, and her moans.
It was the first time he'd been able to think of anything else and anyone else, and two thoughts entered his mind almost simultaneously: That Andrei and Mickey had shared this bed with him before her, and that Andrei and Mickey were still giant figures in his life that he needed to figure out.
Leon sighed softly and bent his head, kissing Dana's belly, just above her naval, and he let his hair drag against her skin as he made a slow step by step ascent up her body to arrive at her mouth once more.
"Thanks for coming over," he murmured. "It's a full moon outside, you know. You're stuck here until morning." Leon nibbled against her lip. "That's the rule."