NOVA
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29/04/2003
Alto, New Mexico
Silverwing Base
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I'm frantically brushing my teeth.

Why the fuck am I brushing my teeth?

I've flung every last piece of clothing on my floor into my one single cupboard, scraped off all the residue ash from my bedside.

My cabin fucking stinks of smoke, so that isn't really helping my case.

I splash some ice cold water on my face, always works the trick. Just as I reach for the towel with squinted eyes, somebody knocks on my door.

"Nova?"

I scrape the towel across my face, spitting out the last bit of toothpaste before dashing out of the washroom.

I halt directly at the door, hand poised on the handle.

If I don't let him in, everything will go back to the way it always was. If I do let him in, it could end either well or really fucking bad.

I can't wait to see what excuse he cooks up, the reason he couldn't say goodbye.

"Nova? Are you in there?"

Before my mind decides to conflict itself for any longer, I twist the handle and open the door.

"You're early," I mumble, fighting off the obscene urge to just rip his fucking clothes off. Why does he have to look like that?

Some strands of his dark, rugged hair hang over his whiskey eyes. A muscular arm reaches up to lean against the frame. He dominates the entirety of my doorway, and for an awful second, I want to be that damn doorway.

"It's 7:59," he groans, stepping and inviting himself inside before I can object. Although, we all know that I couldn't actually bring myself to object.

I'm so fucking pissed off at him, but I'm also secretly so fucking glad he's here.

"Make yourself at home," I huff under my breath, glowering as he takes a seat in the chair opposite my bed.

I trudge over, lowering myself down onto the edge of my mattress as we fall into a charged silence. A tense silence. You couldn't slice it with a sword.

"Well, do you want to start or should I?" He cuts the quietness.

I can't help but laugh, "I already said, I have nothing to say to you-"

"-Okay so I'll start," he interrupts abruptly.

My nose crinkles in irritation. He glances down at his shuffling feet before raising his gaze back to mine.

"That day, that last day in the Philippines," he sighs. I've decided not to say anything for as long as I can possibly bite my tongue. "I didn't mean to not say goodbye, Nova—"

"—And what the fuck does that mean?" My vow of silence didn't last very long.

"My watch," he glimpses down. "You know my watch was slow."

His watch? Fuck, his watch. He's right, he's not lying. I remember it was twenty minutes slow.

"Okay, and?" I lean forward, taking a deep breath and bracing myself for whatever's coming next.

"I was trying to write something. Something to give to you before - before you left, but because of my damn watch I didn't realise the time," he grumbles, tripping over his words and pulling something out of his pocket.

He hesitates for a moment before extending his arm, passing it to me. I hesitate for a moment before taking it into my possession.

"Do you want me to read this now?" I glance down at the crumpled, folded piece of paper.

"Yeah, Nova. I do," he takes a sharp breath in. I take notice of his jittering knee, the way he keeps scratching the side of his stubble.

He's nervous.

"Do you want to explain the little argument we had first-?" I begin to ask.

"-it's all in there," he interrupts.

I pick at the edge of the paper, biting on my lip as I carefully unfold it. Leo is so fucking pale he looks like he's about to simply keel over.

My eyes meet the first word, my name, and continue casting across the many lines. The inked forms of his feelings. His confessions.

~
'Nova,'

'-you've somehow broken down every wall I've built around myself without even trying-'

'-I really never thought it'd be you-'

'-I lied in the heat of the moment, terrified of the things you are capable of making me feel-'

'-it's so right, Nova. It's so fucking right-'

'-we just, work-'

'-no amount of ink can describe how sorry I am for the way I used to treat you-'

'-I'm so fucking in love with you, Nova Shields-'

'-it really has always been you.'
~

My jaw is on the floor, eyes are plastered wide open. I honestly think my that fucking heart has stopped.

I try to say something, anything, but no words are creeping out. I reread the last two lines, blinking rapidly and checking that I'm not just imagining things.

"I'm guessing you've finished reading it," he forces out a small, nervous chuckle.

All I can do is nod.

"Nova, please say something," he pleads after a few seconds, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

"I- you're in love with me?" I manage to whisper, finally peeling my eyes away from the letter and up to meet his own intense gaze.

"Didn't you gather that from the letter?" he sighs.

My mouth falls open, once again nothing else comes out.

A sad smile plays across his lips. "You are all I think about," he meets my eyes. "You consume me. Every damn minute of every damn day, all I can see is you. All I can think about is you. And I hate that I can't control it," his gaze drops to his hands as he takes a breath.

"Leo-" I begin, until he speaks again.

"You are all I fucking want, Nova." He says, lifting his eyes back to my own. "I have never felt anything so wild, so uncontrollable. Nothing compares to the way I've fallen head over heels for you."

We retreat back into silence, all I can hear is the thud of my increasing heartrate. The tension is so damn thick you couldn't even slice through it. And apparently I can't form a coherent fucking sentence.

I cautiously push up from the edge of the bed, laying the letter on my bed-stand and taking a few intense breaths.

His gaze doesn't leave mine.

I can't keep this tense distance between us for any fucking longer.

I stride over towards him with my intentions set in stone, the thing I wanted to do when I first saw him again a few hours ago. I slam my lips right against his, pressing every inch of my mouth into his own.

It's reciprocated within half of a second. He grasps the back of my waist, yanking me on top of him into a straddle. His free hand bunches my hair, aggressively guiding my lips against his.

My nails grate into the back of his neck, causing him to groan and tighten his arm around my waist.

The kiss is so goddamn desperate, as though we've been starved. I suppose in a way, we have.

He pulls my hair backwards, exposing my neck to him as his lips begin to travel. He leaves peppered kisses along the line of my jaw, gradually gliding down the length of my throat.

He reaches the same spot where he gave me the last love bite all them months ago, suckling on it as my breathing picks up, as the ache between my thighs intensifies.

This man has remembered exactly what I like.

"Jesus, I missed you so fucking much, Nova." he grumbles against my skin, and the way he says my name is euphoric.

"It's mutual," I manage to breathe out, biting down on my lip whilst involuntarily beginning to grind against him.

I think he senses how fucking desperate I am, because I think he's in exactly the same position.

There's no taking it slow and sensual, not right now. He releases his current grips on me before reaching for the hem of my cami, ripping it off over my head.

I tug the collar of his shirt, leaning back to yank it over his shoulders before curving myself against him, nails tracing across his hardened chest.

He stands up, taking me with him and unhooking my bra before throwing me back onto the bed. He climbs over me, kissing between my breasts before trailing his lips to one of my pebbled nipples, taking it between them and suckling.

I whimper as my hips tilt into him, desperate to feel more as he flicks his tongue against my peak.

"You like that, don't you Nov?" He muffles, mouth not parting from my skin as he continues to suck.

"Don't be fucking stupid," My voice cracks.

"Wait until I'm doing this between your thighs, until I've got my tongue inside your wet cunt." He groans.

Fuck what he's physically doing to me. From his words alone, I'm already absolutely drenched.

His free hand races towards the clasps of my cargos, undoing them with urgency. His lips move away from my breasts and slide down the line of my abs, leaving open mouthed kisses whisky tugging my pants down simultaneously.

He swiftly climbs off of the bed, kneeling at the edge and effortlessly dragging me towards him by my thighs.

He positions his face exactly where I want to see it, draping my legs over his shoulders and gently nipping at them.

My heart is racing so much I feel fucking dizzy. His hand raises up, teasingly gliding a gentle thumb over my panties.

"You're soaked," he whispers, gazing up at me with his deep brown eyes and that crooked grin I love.

"I know that," I groan, trying to edge myself against him. His thumb slides up and down over the drenched fabric covering my aching core, stopping as he finds my sweet spot.

He starts to rub in a gentle circle, eyes not leaving mine. My thighs are already attempting to clamp against his wrist, only being stopped by his face.

I can't hitch the noises that are coming out of my mouth, the small cries. The friction is driving me absolutely insane.

He needs to rip these panties off, now. I need to feel him on my bare skin. Need to feel his fingers and mouth all over me.

"Leo, please-" I whine, reaching my hand to try and pull them down myself. He grabs my wrist with his free hand, pinning it down against my stomach.

"I decide when they come off, Nov," he grins, thumb still working over my bundle of nerves as he sucks my inner thigh.

He decides to torture me even more by leaning his face forward, replacing his thumb with the point of his tongue.

Oh God.

"Fuck-"

My spine arches off of the mattress. He pins one of my hands tight over my lower stomach, my free hand raking through his thick hair.

He lightly flicks across my clit over my panties, before gliding the flat of his tongue all the way up between my legs, a desperate groan heaving from my lips.

I urgently feel for the corner of the comforter, wedging it into my mouth as soon as I've got it in my grasp.

I watch as he narrows his eyes, standing up from between my legs and leaning right over my body to yank it out of my mouth.

"I want to hear every fucking noise you make, Nova Shields," he grumbles, lowering his face to bite my bottom lip before returning to his kneel.

"But-"

I don't even finish my sentence as he rips my panties down my legs and fucking flings them across the room.

He leans forward, his breath hot against my slit before his tongue lightly glides between my folds, parting them in a way that has me writhing beneath him. Then his tongue reaches my clit again, circling it tightly.

"Oh fuck, Leo-" I can't stop the moan, thighs curling around his neck as he skilfully rolls his tongue against my aching clit, easing the throbbing.

This is even better than last time, and I didn't think that was possible. But the way he draws my clit into his mouth, sucking it between his lips— yea. Nothing has ever felt better than this.

My eyes are rolled far back in my head. I know he wants me to hold eye contact with him, but it's not fucking possible with the way he's making me feel, the things he's doing to me.

Because I physically can't look at him, I don't notice him positioning his fingers at my entrance.

I just feel as they tease for a few seconds before gliding into me with ease.

"Leo, fuck-" I whimper, grinding my hips as he slips them in and out; curling them in rhythm with his suckling.

"God, I love it when you say my name like that," he groans, the vibration of his voice only adding to the overwhelming sensations.

The way he's sucking my aching clit between his lips, occasionally flitting his tongue across it. The way his fingers are knuckle deep inside of me, curling and brushing my G-spot.

The way he's fucking looking at me.

That familiar burning feeling, that's been building since the moment he got between my thighs, is about to fucking set fire.

"I'm close-" I choke out, legs shaking uncontrollably with every one of his movements.

"Look at me," he demands, muffled by my skin.

With great effort, I prop myself up onto my elbows to meet his gaze. He's grinning with his eyes, speeding up ever so slightly with the suckling to help me hit my peak.

And it absolutely does help, because about three seconds later I experience the most fucking pleasure I've ever felt in my life.

I cry out, voice cracking as my thighs clamp right around his head, coming over his fingers. I've completely lost control of my quivering legs, I can barely even feel them.

He breathes out in satisfaction, continuing for a few seconds to let me ride out the climax before leaning his head against one of my thighs.

Im a panting, sweaty mess, and I didn't even fucking do anything apart from lie on the receiving end.

He slowly removes his fingers, catching his own breath as he looks at them with pride. He smirks, slowly sliding them into his mouth.

"Leo-" I manage to murmur, breaths still hitched in my throat. He grabs my waist, sitting me up so I'm kneeling.

Then he slides his face underneath me, running his nose along my slit. I cry out, hands clawing at the sheets as he, once again, glides his tongue around my clit.

"Fuck my face, Nova. Ride my face until you're fucking dripping all over me." He groans, his tongue slipping inside of me.

My thighs seize as I moan, and take a fistful of his hair, grinding myself against his face. His nose presses against my clit, tongue fucking me mercilessly.

Never thought I'd be sat on Leo Hendrix's face, but here I am.

I roll myself against his tongue, rubbing my clit against any part of his face I can reach.

It doesn't take long at all for me to finish. He hums in satisfaction as I roll off of him, climbing over top of me once again. He got what he wanted. His face is soaked.

"Leo. Fuck me. Right now, I need you." I demand.

There wasn't a single damn thing that could've stopped that from coming out of my mouth.

"I will fuck you anytime, anywhere, whenever the fuck you want. There's just one-"

"-I'm on birth control," I interrupt, knowing that that's exactly what he was going to say.

And I was right. He grins as I unbuckle his pants, sliding down his trunks.

Jesus Christ.

"Are you sure you want this?" He whispers, leaning down to give me a kiss.

He knows all about the dark childhood, I think he's paranoid about overstepping a boundary.

"If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have asked for it," I grin, biting down on my lip.

Although I'm a little bit fucking nervous now that I've seen what he's hidden under his cargos.

He snakes his arm under my waist, hoisting me further towards the centre of the bed before bending my legs, positioning himself between them.

"Just tell me if you want to stop or slow down," he rasps, guiding himself towards me once he catches my nod.

Oh my God.

My nails grate down his back as he eases himself all the way inside of me, slowly starting to thrust. I can hear him groaning into my neck, suckling it  as he moves.

"Nov, fuck-" he grunts, grasping a hand in the back of my hair, the other still guiding my hips against him.

He knows exactly what he's doing, the perfect way to move so we both get the best time. He grabs both of my wrists with one of his calloused hands, pinning them above my head and keeping them there for his leverage.

His other hand reaches between us, pressing his thumb against my clit and circling it. I moan, now completely shamelessly.

Although, he shouldn't be doing all of the work.

As his hand loosens its grip on my wrists, I curl my thighs around his waist and with every bit of strength, I flip us over so I'm straddling him.

"You doing all of the work hardly seems fair, does it?" I grin, eyebrows knitting, biting down on my lip as I start to move up and down on him.

"Jesus Christ-" he grunts, head falling back onto the bedsheets as he sinks his nails into my thighs.

This is the best view I've ever had in my whole life, definitely up there with his face between my legs.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," he manages to mumble, pushing his hips off of the bed to match my rhythm.

I can't talk anymore, I don't know how he is.

I drive both of my hands down his chest, almost piercing his skin. My thighs feel as though they're about to give way, they've barely fucking recovered from when he went down on me.

He's never stopped before I've finished, so there's not a damn chance in hell I'm stopping before he's completely satisfied.

I start to pick up my pace. He sits up, hooking a strong arm around my back as he buries himself deeper inside of me. I turn on him, pressing my back against his chest. My thighs are fucking burning.

One of his hands grasps at my tits, pinching my nipples and rolling them between his fingers. His free hand glides back between my legs, pressing two fingers against my swollen clit and gently rubbing it.

"I'm getting close, Nov. You feel too fucking good," he groans, thrusting his hips upwards, his groin hitting my ass with brutal slaps. I whimper, my head falling back onto his shoulder.

I'm also getting close, again. I didn't think it was even damn possible after the orgasm he gave me. I clasp my hand over his, keeping his hand right where it is.

His fingertips, already drenched from my wetness, glide in tight circles around my clit, his thrusts deepening by the second.

This man is heavenly.

He tenses, and I know he's going to finish. He digs his teeth into the back of my shoulder, suppressing a groan. I feel the warmth of him.

And to my complete satisfaction, I finish at the exact same time as him.