i never really have much to say in these things. less talk, more action — insert other clichés here, et cetera. go ahead. try me. we'll see what happens.
[ it's every bit as enrapturing as he thought it would be, and leonard's sharp gaze doesn't miss a moment. he watches as she shudders and arches, burning the image into his brain. every line of her body, every sound, every microexpression on her face he commits to memory.
and in the afterglow, he smiles softly at her. part of leonard fully expects this to be the part where he kisses her an excused himself for a moment and then--maybe they go to dinner or something, the main event over and done with. but sara clearly has other plans. the motion of her hand draws his gaze back between her thighs and leonard--
he laughs. ] Feeling greedy are we? [ he should've remembered, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the plan is thrown out the window. leonard shifts, casually adjusting himself as he moves to try an alleviate some of the pressure his jeans are putting on his cock, and leans over sara, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head. he kisses her in that same inexorably slow way he did when they first entered his apartment, the slow slide of lips and tongue the only contact between them. and then... then, he pulls away. ]
Me too. [ he smirks. ] But I'd rather make you wait than have things escalate right now. [ anticipation makes things so much better in the end. ]
( greedy? yes, absolutely, and sara's okay with that. there's something about having an audience that makes her even more keyed up — it's the feeling of knowing that this leonard has never seen her like this, the way that his already intense gaze sweeps over every single inch of her.
her hand stills, though, the vibration steady and mellow inside of her, when she feels the bed shift and then senses his presence above her. his lips meet hers with a pleased hum, the rise and fall of her chest slowing to a consistent pace as she continues to come down from that beautiful high, the languid, savoring way he kisses her a very welcome addition to all this.
except then he pulls back, and the sheer absence of him is enough to make her eyes blink open to see that telltale smirk of his — it's a smirk she's come to love and loathe in equal measure. ) Yeah? ( there's the barest hint of laughter in her voice. ) Haven't we both done our fair share of waiting, Leonard?
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and in the afterglow, he smiles softly at her. part of leonard fully expects this to be the part where he kisses her an excused himself for a moment and then--maybe they go to dinner or something, the main event over and done with. but sara clearly has other plans. the motion of her hand draws his gaze back between her thighs and leonard--
he laughs. ] Feeling greedy are we? [ he should've remembered, no plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the plan is thrown out the window. leonard shifts, casually adjusting himself as he moves to try an alleviate some of the pressure his jeans are putting on his cock, and leans over sara, one hand planted on the mattress next to her head. he kisses her in that same inexorably slow way he did when they first entered his apartment, the slow slide of lips and tongue the only contact between them. and then... then, he pulls away. ]
Me too. [ he smirks. ] But I'd rather make you wait than have things escalate right now. [ anticipation makes things so much better in the end. ]
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her hand stills, though, the vibration steady and mellow inside of her, when she feels the bed shift and then senses his presence above her. his lips meet hers with a pleased hum, the rise and fall of her chest slowing to a consistent pace as she continues to come down from that beautiful high, the languid, savoring way he kisses her a very welcome addition to all this.
except then he pulls back, and the sheer absence of him is enough to make her eyes blink open to see that telltale smirk of his — it's a smirk she's come to love and loathe in equal measure. ) Yeah? ( there's the barest hint of laughter in her voice. ) Haven't we both done our fair share of waiting, Leonard?