A/N: I'm back in the saddle, baby. Enjoy an extremely long chapter that has many feelings that are constantly to and fro, themes that you may cringe over, but by now you should know I love some realism, annnnnddd there's finally some sex. Yep, there's explicit content, but it has been a long time coming and I hope I do it justice by diluting some meaningful conversations into the scenes too.

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Steven caught up in no time, and slammed his palm across the door frame before the keys could be slotted.

"You tryna tease me?" he asked devilishly, dipping his head down to see the triumphant satisfaction blooming in hazel eyes, and a protruding curl of her lips that he wanted to teach a lesson.

Leah was ignoring him, and worked around his attempt to block her.

"No, I was trying to make it clear that if we stayed any longer down there, we would have had company."

The lock clicked, she raised a gratified eyebrow to make him move, and it was a brief moment of lustful eye contact that had Steven absolutely sold.

Move he did, sidestepping to allow her the space, and when the invitation to her flat was given to him in a similar manner to downstairs, he was chewing on his tongue and slicking his hair back with an easy going smile.

He was very happy when he watched her close the door behind them, but he was not about to let her get away with her little game that had left him more flustered than he wanted to admit.

"I think you're fibbing, sunshine," Steven claimed, catching her hip with his hand when she tried to slip past him. All innocent and silent, apart from the gasp of air that he sealed with his mouth when he rotated himself around her.

He got carried away far too easily, walking Leah back into the wall of the hallway that he'd barely looked past because he was so distracted with the idea of kissing her, and he was already obsessed with her hands pulling his hair and nails lightly scratching behind his neck.

It was just so simple to pin her in place and learn the curve of her mouth, or imagine the delicate skin that was hidden where his hands roamed and pressed. And he was particularly made aware of the welcoming heat in his pants when he prodded her lip with his tongue to steer his intentions, because the thought of sex was fogging his brain.

"Hang on," Leah breathed, pushing him back. "I need to sort this out."

She was gesturing to their clothes with her chin, because her hands were occupied grasping at the fabric on his deeply moving chest, one of the many saturated weights between them.

Steven was reluctant to let go, but she was right. There were droplets landing on the floor around them, and there was probably a brushed mark on the wall he'd trapped her against.

"I'm going to get some towels, I'll be back in a sec," she stated, freeing herself from their session, and tugging off her shoes.

It was a reminder he was standing in puddles as well.

"You want me to do anything? Help?" Steven offered, which directed her distracted gaze back on him. She was subtly poking her tongue out the corner of her mouth like she was caught deciding, and it made him swallow all the filthy thoughts he was having.

"Just...leave your shoes on the mat and if there's anything in your pockets, you can put them on the side to dry." Leah pointed over her shoulder somewhere to the left, and then cascaded into a nervous flurry of gestures that was mainly massaged into the side of her wet hair.

Something, Steven concluded, that was not helping his pants situation.

"Oh, and please- please don't judge anything. I'm really not uh...prepared."

Leah gave him the cutest, anxious smile that she probably regretted the moment she turned away, and he watched the damp footprints appear on the floor all the way into the depths of her flat.

Taking a breath to steady himself, Steven did as he was told, and flexed his toes when they were relieved from pink espadrilles that really weren't made for a lot of walking in monsoon conditions. But then he'd hopped on a plane yesterday, touched down early this morning with only hand luggage to his name, and he hadn't planned anything since he had checked into a cheap hotel.

He was simply following his heart, and that had sent him on quite a mission.

Steven passed a small table which had a few innocent tranklements, keys in a dish, and a bold, bronze elephant lamp with the trunk moulded to hold up the lampshade. It was so unique, he smiled when he brushed his fingers over the intricate design. A sun style vintage mirror was also mounted above, and it was something he couldn't help but check himself out in.

Unsurprisingly, his reflection was a wet mess and there wasn't really much more to it. His hair...he didn't even want to go there. His clothes...not them either. But he still classed himself as fuckable, and that was good enough for him.

To his right, cube shelving units blocked the flood of rain against the windows and were occupied by neat spines of books, framed photos and potted plants, and ultimately partitioned the entry to a sweet living space.

The solid wall on the left ran for longer, so a rack of hooks displaying coats and bags could reside, and it merged into a sleek black, practical kitchen with a breakfast bar overlooking the living space.

It was really nice. Small, ridiculously tidy and most importantly, a little taste into Leah's life. Steven couldn't see anything out of place apart from him.

He leaned ever so slightly where the hallway continued to the end, and where Leah had disappeared, but she was nowhere to be seen.

So, he did as he was told again, and emptied out his pockets.

A damp wallet and phone were first, but they had survived major damage. He took off his rings, watch, locket, and bracelet and placed them in a circle of his belongings which he would have dried and put back on, except he suddenly remembered something in the contents of his wallet.

Something very essential with his potential hopes and wishes.

He checked the coast was clear a final time, whipped out a shiny, foil packet and slipped it back into his pocket, all smug for carrying protection around with him. And as he was thrown into thinking about sex again, how they alone together so he could be slow and sensual, how they were both in wet clothes that needed tearing off their bodies and forgotten about, how all the lingering kisses had made him want more, it just made him really hor-

"This is soaking."

Leah's voice appeared around a pad of her footsteps, and Steven was watching her pinch the fabric on his shoulder between her fingers. A pale grey towel was held around her gathered hair to one side, except he was too busy formulating his plan that would keep her anything but dry.

"You should probably take it off," she advised, flicking her eyes up briefly.

It was playing out beautifully already.

Steven leaned back so his elbow touched the breakfast bar, crossed his bare feet at his ankles, and displayed a casual smirk.

"If you wanted me to strip, you just had to ask."

Leah looked at him properly, pausing the drying of her hair, and it was then he actually noticed the redness around her right eye.

His face fell thinking she had been crying, but she dipped away from his view before the words of concern leaped into action.

Frowning in worry when another towel he hadn't even seen slung over her shoulder was placed next to his belongings, Steven stood normally and touched his throat where it felt tight.

Silence took over as he watched her peel off her socks and hoodie and chuck them in the washing machine, and the emptying of her own pockets revealed a phone that was placed onto a dark, shiny surface far away from him.

"You haven't been...crying, have you?" Steven asked, cautiously moving closer.

Leah turned to him after discarding her towel, uncombed hair free past her shoulders and bobbling at her parting. A dark shade that perfectly matched the uncertainty in her features, and the sunken hole that was cracking in his heart.

"No, I think there's something in my eye," she answered, squinting awkwardly. "I was trying to get it out, but then I realised I'd left you on your own for too long."

Steven continued to frown, even if there was no audible quiver in her voice, or any other signs of a sniffle. But if she wasn't upset, then she was definitely a lot more tense than before, and his plans were put on hold to find out why.

"That's not an excuse, I promise," she assured, reading his tumbling mind. She directed a nod over her shoulder to revise the previous subject, "You can put that in there, but I don't know what to suggest for the rest...o-of your clothes."

Steven kept up his worry when she brushed past him again, but he gratefully shrugged the sopping material from his shoulders, and discarded it in the machine.

He unstuck his bare feet from the tiles that lined the floor, and was sighing to himself when he saw her picking her eyelash again.

He didn't like it. Not one bit.

"Let me see," he offered softly, catching her hand and tilting up her face with the other.

"It's just a bit of- it's nothing. I'm fine."

To stubbornly prove her point, Leah lifted up her unoccupied hand to rub at her tear duct where there was clearly a nuisance.

"Stop Leah, you're making it worse," he scolded, and with a quick switch of hands, was peeling away her finger again. "Let me help you."

She protested by squeezing her right eye shut and trying to duck away, but Steven stood his ground and gently guided his thumb to the side of her nose and tapped the bone to get her to stop being so silly.

When she eventually obliged, he saw the issue. He concentrated so he didn't prick his nail, and with a simple curl of his index finger, swiped the intruding clumps of mascara away that had probably been disturbed getting an eyelash out of her eye.

Low and behold she wasn't squinting through a barrier of tears, and the redness could calm down and pave the return for gorgeous eyes that were unfortunately distant and tried to avoid him.

"You can take it off, i-if it would help," Steven said, still holding her face, and he really had to resist the urge to dip down and kiss the neat, but tightly pressed lips. "I don't mind."

Instead of replying, Leah just stepped out of his hold, picked up the towel that must have been intended for him, and tossed it over his head.

It wasn't harsh, but it also wasn't playful, and Steven was dumbfounded as the weight fell forwards into his open hands.

Leah seemed extremely uncomfortable around him, like she had realised something in her little trip, and it didn't sit right with him. He wanted her to be confident and comfortable in her own home, and more pressingly, he wanted to correct whatever he had done wrong.

He waited, with his hands out to the side and an encouraging twist of his mouth that begged for feedback, but it didn't arrive and the folded arms ahead of him remained.

Determined, Steven took a few steps closer and did it again.

Veering on dizzy, he patiently watched the lines appear around her chin as it moved side to side to stop her smile, and was relieved when Leah let up with a silent laugh.

A sparkle of witnessing sheer idiocy brightening her eyes.

Satisfied that he wasn't in the dog house, Steven towelled himself off, aware Leah still stood facing him, and aware of the micro expressions she made checking him out from head to toe.

A minor squint, the ghost of a frown, but electing to hide whatever was going on inside that head of hers.

Eventually, she held his gaze for longer than ten seconds, trying to hide the same smile from earlier, and Steven slowed down his drying.

"Hi," he grinned, and lowered the towel from his chin.

"Come here," she said, but it was Leah who was scrunching up his damp vest at the front to pull him close and simultaneously chucking the towel to the floor, not him.

The kiss caught him off guard with mixed messages and had his hands not knowing where to go in case he was wrong. But the strong push against his body, the tight hold of his belt so her fingers actually lifted a gap and curled underneath, had him losing his mind.

To hum his surprise was uncontrollable, and to pull away was a crime, but he had to make sure this was something they both wanted.

"Are you okay?" he asked, but her face was already hidden from his searching eyes.

As it was the perfect height for her, Leah kissed the gap between his collarbones and then rested her nose there.

"I am now," she mumbled, flexing her fingers underneath his belt again.

A deep, and shaky breath from his nose, Steven ignored the dangerous attendance to his lower half and rubbed her shoulders. His hands were huge on her frame as he pushed her gently backwards.

"No, seriously. I'm sorry about the stripping comme-"

"Steven," she cut him off, tugging him closer. "Let me kiss you."

He may not have replied, but he wasn't exactly going to say no. The slackened insistence of his hands told her that, along with his not quite resting heart rate. He watched her rise close, felt the nudge against his nose, and let her lips part his.

It was up to him to decide the rest.

So he did. He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, touched her jaw with the base of his palm, and blindly kick-started his heart to pump heat to areas that didn't need much confirmation on his behalf.

It turned deep, intense, and hair grasping very quickly and his tongue had officially explored her mouth, though as it was going, she was intensely flicking around his.

But Steven wanted noise. Gasps, pants, and moans that he could make happen if he wasn't solely occupying her mouth. He let go of her lip, teased a trail of kisses down her neck whilst holding her hair out of the way, and wished he could trap her against a wall and rest his thigh between her legs.

However, with the way Leah was relaxing more and more under his touch, teetering more and more dangerously with her hand placement that definitely ran over the outline of his dick and squeezed it at some point, frankly the only thing that Steven could focus on was the prominent junk in his jeans that wanted a say in the matter and was using the feeling of her body to get hard.

Leah scrabbled for his hand.

"My room."

It sounded like a question. Or maybe a request. Or maybe a demand. But Steven was gripping her hand back, fluttering his eyes open from his work to the pulse on her neck and was guided away before he could say yes, yes and yes.

She stopped halfway, with a smile that he thought was both incredibly cute and sexy, and it dissolved into another kiss that had Steven squeezing her butt with his left hand and licking into her mouth.

They stumbled together, palms flying to walls to keep balance, turning every other second which bumped knees too many times to count, and a bit of humming laughter escaped them if a picture was knocked wonky.

When the moment arrived, Steven was swift to press Leah against her bedroom door. He became ridden with desire when he jammed his thigh between her legs and he finally heard the gasp that had his cock twitching strongly upwards, but also put a firm stop to their foreplay.

"Steven-" Leah took a breath. A few, actually, and then she leaned her head back so she looked down at him through her eyelashes.

Steven didn't want to stop with how turned on a few exchanges of touches and exploring kisses had made him, but the genuine flicker of guilt that pulled her eyebrows together was something he couldn't just ignore.

His hands that already rested comfortably on her hips, squeezed once, and the dreaded feeling of knowing the confidence had dropped completely, again, rid him from his intentions.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to."

"No, I do! I-I really do, but..."

Steven looked down at her pretty, pink lips that never finished her thought, and then he frowned gently, defeated.

"What's going on?" he asked, tucking a piece of her hair back. His palm lingered on her cheek, and encouraged a reply from the sadly blinking eyes that hurt him even more to look into. "You haven't been yourself since I've been here."

Leah sighed.

"I just..."

But her despaired huff got her nowhere, and Steven had to watch the conflict wash away all of the sparks, the cold that took her hands that had already been slipping from his body, until they covered her own face where his couldn't be the cure.

He felt helpless as he stepped back to give her space, and utterly desperate for her to share what the problem was, and how he could fix it.

"Why don't we sit down?" he suggested, in his aching heart.

Steven looked over his shoulder to see the layout of the bedroom he had been lured into- a quick scan across furnishings, the large cityscape that decorated the wall above her bed- and then he thoughtfully decided to settle down on the carpet at the end of her bed because he knew his jeans were wet.

Uncomfortably wet and hugging behind his knees that forced him to keep his legs straight, and uncomfortably tight in his crotch where his dick needed to chill out and stop thinking about sex, but it didn't matter if he was comfortable or not, because it was about Leah.

"Let's just...talk," he added in thought, with a subtle shrug that diffused a sense of casualness between them.

"I can't talk!" she scoffed, slumping against the door.

Steven tipped his head at her.

"You just did."

Leah had nothing to say after that.

He patted a space beside him, tried to hide the visible bulge that didn't want to leave, and watched her reluctantly walk over and sit down to his right with a deep sigh.

"You want to try telling me?" he implored, leaning affectionately closer.

"Not really," she mumbled to the ceiling, holding the ankles of her crossed legs so that she wouldn't relax onto his closely positioned knee.

Steven hated it. He hated seeing the defeated posture that he wanted to guide into his arms and hug tight, and he couldn't even provide a little reassuring warmth from his hand on her thigh in case he was batted away.

From the sharp angle Leah rested her head back, that complimented her side profile wonderfully, his eyes resorted to trace her jaw line, lingered on the corner of her mouth, and continued up to her cheek until he could just about see her eyelashes batting aimlessly above.

The rain outside was pitifully harsh against the window.

"Have I done something to upset you?" Steven tried again, careful with how he delivered another question.

Leah sat up a bit and shook her head a few times to oppose the point.

"No, no, I'm not upset...I'm not upset with you."

Even if he had to meet the distressed contorts to her face, he felt like he had made some progress.

"But, I have done...something?" he guessed slowly.

Leah was quiet for a while, finding a distraction over his shoulder, but he wasn't interested in finding out what it was. Maybe it was somewhere outside the window where the rhythm of rain sprinkled the glass, but he was patient, waiting, and never pushing for a response.

"When you look at me, I think about what I would see in your position," she began, with her distant eyes landing back on him. "Sometimes, when it's fast or obvious, it means I can do what I want, but when it all slows down it...it scares me what you see, or expect to see..."

Steven took a quiet breath in the gap.

"You're worried about what I think?"

"But it's more than that," she pursued meaningfully, guiding her fingers through her hair. It resettled over her ears, with a hint from the light that it was returning to her natural shade. The action also revealed the little nick on the top of her left ear from an injury that he had been given a glimpse to remember.

"Like you getting mascara out of my eye, o-or choosing to sit down here instead of on my bed, or when you kiss me, it's like...it's like you're aware of me, and I've never really...had that...before."

Leah sighed, forgetting her lazily gesturing hands, and covered her face again. Rolled her head away, uncrossed her legs so they were straight and parallel to Steven's, but still didn't let their adjacent knees touch.

"Ugh, I'm too turned on to explain it," she muffled into her hands.

And just like that Steven's cock was back in business. Not that it ever fully went down, but knowing it wasn't just him who had been impacted, was extremely pleasing to hear.

Innocently, he leaned closer with his shoulder.

"Ah, so, you want an orgasm?"

"How can-" Leah faced him quickly, intensely trying to read his expression, "How are you so confident all the time?"

Steven shrugged and sat up straight again, because if he stayed too close for too long, his concentration would slip into other things. The fact he was covering his crotch with clever hand and wrist placement, already offered an insight into the extent of his situation.

"Because I've had enough experience to know that getting caught up on what people think of you, or if you think they're judging you, to know that it's not worth the time or the effort," he explained gently, looking down at his bare feet to help him steer clear from the graphic ideas that teased his horniness levels.

Well, sort of, because Leah's silence to his right was the perfect opportunity to be straight out blunt.

Soothe her worries with his assurance.

"Sex should be about the people in the moment," he picked up again, just as calmly, just as casually, and the subject kindly attracted her attention out of the corner of his eye. "If you're already overthinking at the start, then the chances are your partner is already halfway to the end, and I think you know who is going to be more satisfied when it's over."

Steven glanced at her.

"Thank you for telling me about your sex antics," Leah remarked dryly, dragging up her left knee.

"I'm trying to help you!" he retorted, through a laugh.

Instead of giving him an eye roll, she knocked her forehead down to her knee, and let out a long, steady breath.

"I know, but I'm..."

Inevitably, she trailed off into her world of shy confidence. Inevitably, it left Steven trying to peek through the curtain of hair that hid most of her face. And inevitably it had come full circle.

"Turned on?" he provided, with a subtle raise of his eyebrows. and two words that made his hand want to press down into his crotch. It almost did with the extra heat that flowed there.

Leah turned her head so her cheek was pressed into her knee.

"Yeah."

Steven swallowed quietly. One, because her voice was so soft and so innocently unaware of what it did to him. Two, because she was looking at him like she wanted him, and three, because there was no chance his boner was going away with one and two combined.

"Do you want me to help?" he asked boldly, steadily pursuing the desire that was coating her eyes when they flicked down to his lap.

"Yes," she replied faintly, with a little nod that pressed her cheek to her knee.

No hesitation. No sarcasm.

Steven ran the tip of his tongue between his lips.

"Come here," he husked, relaxing his knees wider. His hands fell knuckle down onto the carpet, and he slouched against the end of the bed.

Leah did. Rose onto her knees, placed one either side of his thighs and gripped onto his shoulders in a couple of clean motions, because she was never that far away from him. He just wanted her to be closer. Feel her. Let her feel him.

But she didn't sit down straight away. Didn't pressure his cock that was growing harder. She just looked down at him with her height advantage, slid her hands that became her forearms across his shoulders and behind his neck, and breathed in his air.

Steven had his chin up to lock her eyes, but his words of encouragement disappeared when she did sit down in his lap. His breathing hitched, his knees jolted, and his hands grasped onto her waist to secure her there. He probably made a strained noise too, but it was twisted into her neck that he found with ease.

"Show me what you want," he said, hovering his lips to her skin. He didn't bother to look up when the response was to push down into his lap.

He could have given in, taken that as the permission he needed, but there was more. She was testing him, and there was no way he was failing.

Steven kissed her neck once, the crinkles of her drying hair on his nose that mixed in with the uncombed texture of his own, and nurtured the gentle curves beneath his hands that slowly transitioned into bunching up her top.

"Tell me what you want," he rephrased, fingers close to dipping to a band of skin, but Leah slid her entire hand through the back of his hair and coaxed his neck back.

Steven didn't really like his hair pulled or played with usually, but the shivers told him otherwise.

"I want to kiss you," she said, dangerously close to his mouth.

He looked into her eyes as if to challenge her.

"Is that all you want?"

Patience was key, even if his body wanted to skip the foreplay. Even if his eyes fluttered closed when she angled off to his left shoulder, so she could rest the side of her head there. Even if he then felt a single finger land between the gap of his collarbones and trace up to his chin where the feathery touch became a palm across his jaw and guided his head towards her.

"No, I want you to take off my jeans because they are so fucking uncomfortable."

In the short moments that followed, Steven smirked his approval.

He could do that. He could very much do that. His jeans were uncomfortable too, for a few other reasons, but it wasn't about him. It was about Leah, and he wanted to show her that.

"Stand up," he instructed.

The loss of pressure was not ideal, but he sat up straighter with a slight bend in his knees so his feet rested on his heels, to mask his wants. It was also a better reach when he placed his fingers on the silver button that he located hiding underneath the hem of her long sleeve top.

When Leah didn't stop him, and Steven did check, he switched his position so he was sitting on his knees just so that he could be that little bit closer to his work.

His heart was thumping like crazy when he fumbled the circular button undone and pulled the zip down. A sneak peek at underwear was usually a strong turning point for him, but listening to the irregular breathing above him, the stomach that caved inwards from him, made him weirdly nervous to be the one responsible for it all.

He tilted his chin up, knowing his pupils were blown wide and his mouth was close to hanging open, and he silently asked for his permission. He waited for the consent that had his fingers shaking to please, but also poised with doubt that she would say no.

"Take them off, Steven."

That one bit of eye contact was the last he saw over the curve of her breasts because she was tipping her head back and to the side, and tugging a hand through her own hair. He was already jealous it wasn't tangled in his, but picturing her twisted face because he was close to such an intimate part of her body, just made him even more anxiously eager to please.

He kept her balance by taking the layer of fabric between the curl of his thumb and fingers, and then slid her jeans over her hips down and down until he was forced to sink into his knees to tackle the suction from water.

He wasn't rough, but he also couldn't be gentle, and when he had bunched the blue denim to her ankles, he lifted his head again.

Oh, how he had dreamed of being between her legs, lapping her cunt. He would have too, drifting his hands behind her knees so he could kiss all the way up her calves, switch to suck the skin on the inside of her thighs and have his head buried in heat, but Leah had stilled above him and he knew exactly why.

"Stop thinking about what I think."

Steven pushed up from his knees, rising above her in height, and welcomed the hands that were planted either side of his neck. It was followed by the heavy breathing that hit his skin when she dipped her head down under his chin to try and ignore the jeans that pooled at her feet.

He gently held her elbows, smiling to himself.

"But, if you want to know, I just imagined what it would be like to be down on my knees whilst I gave you head."

Leah looked up at him then. The face of a very turned on woman, strained in her breathing, stiff in her jaw to try and control it, and eyes that were dark and dropping lustfully at his mouth.

If Steven glanced down she was probably clenching her thighs together, but he didn't. He was pleased to have been successful in making her so turned on, she wouldn't be able to be caught up in worries. Because in his opinion, she was priceless and he couldn't wait to worship her.

"Touch me."

"Mm, where?" he followed on, leaning close to brush his lips down the side of her face, fingers ghosting up and down her elbows.

"You know...where."

Steven did. He very much did. But he was a tease, even if it meant starving himself from sex, and didn't let his hands anywhere near her lower half. He even abandoned the tempting path of his lips towards her own to suddenly look around.

"No, I meant where in your room. Bed, wall, door...floor?" He questioned himself for the final suggestion, but he could make it work.

He'd do anything for her.

"Over- door," Leah managed, tugging at his neck, and restless with how she tried to kick off her jeans.

It was surprising, but also mirrored Steven's exact intentions earlier: Finger her fast. Fuck her slow.

He was thoroughly beginning to enjoy himself.

"Take me," he whispered in her ear.

Leah didn't need convincing to move. She was guiding him whilst facing him, taunting him with just a grey long sleeve that had wet patches from the rain across her shoulders and down the front and an item of clothing didn't really cover her black underwear with the pretty bow.

The moment Steven stopped in front of her, his lazy smile was being removed by a needy, hard kiss.

"I thought...I gave you an instruction," Leah recalled, in a gap that just about disconnected the shine of their mouths.

"You haven't specified, baby," Steven quipped, pushing a kiss onto her lips that didn't last much more than a second.

"Mmph'fuck...you."

Taking the vulgar reply as his payback for being such a brat, Steven nudged his thigh in between her legs and applied a whole lot of pressure upwards.

"Was it here, you wanted?"

Leah rested her head back, which was absolutely delightful to witness, and with a sharp inhale that strained her vocals, her hands wrapped around behind his knee to keep it in place.

"Yes you clever fuck, want me to spell it out for you?"

Steven liked this. Hearing her swear, lose control, be free with herself. It was beautiful. She was beautiful, and he had had the privilege to show her that.

"Ouch," he faked, but he was trapping his palms either side of her head. He leaned forward to kiss across her chin and up to her lip, and simultaneously rubbed his thigh for her to grind on.

"Steven, I'm-please."

God, he was hard. He had to try not to push his hips too close, because his cock was bulging in his jeans and any sort of friction would have him crying for more.

Needily, he dropped a hand and traced the waistband of her underwear.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?"

"Mm'if you don't-" Leah broke into a lazy smile that made her eyelids heavy, "I'll do it myself."

As much as Steven would love to see that show, he was so done with foreplay. Her slurred words felt like he was the one who was drunk. Fogged in his mind with the idea of giving her the best orgasm of her life.

Multiple, if he was allowed too. Forever, if he could.

So, he took away his leg, which made her whine a moan and promptly reveal her lust coated eyes, and listened to the heavy breathing that scarily matched his own.

Steven kissed her because it had been too long since he'd felt her tongue, and he greedily accepted the hands that bunched up his vest top. He parted from her mouth so he could swoop it over his head, and finally, another item of clothing was tossed aside.

In its place came a natural pause, a time where it all slowed down again, and had Leah's attention flick downwards to a little want that she had been confident enough to go through with.

But it was Steven who had the sudden fear, the sudden pinch of nerves from being too eager to strip and expose a part of himself that ordinarily he had no problem doing, and it was because it was just all so...different.

They both shared a mutual crave for each other, and it was just taking it in turns burning up, and leading the way.

When Leah's palms pressed against his chest, thumbs testing and lingering on his small, peaked nipples, he became too distracted with how gentle she was, and memorised every murmur of detail he saw in her face when she eventually explored her hands over his skin.

Ribs. Torso. Stomach. Every part of him, including tracing her finger over the six months healed scar from his surgery, a few touches down from his left armpit.

Steven held his breath when she reached his belt again, where she could definitely see his erection poking through because nothing could hide that, but he slid his palm against the side of her face and encouraged her attention on him with an affectionate brush of his thumb on her cheek.

"I want to start with you. Is that alright?"

Leah nodded dazedly, which only piqued his desire.

The kiss was first. Slow, careful, exploring. Steven held her left hip with his right hand, so she was used to him, and when the kiss turned deeper in a battle for air, his palm slowly rotated and moved inwards.

It led to him delicately pressing with two of his fingers and feeling the damp spot in her underwear when he teased the other way from her clit, and all while she pushed her nails into his skin.

"Steven," Leah panted, breaking away from his lips. She tried to find the friction on his ghostly touch. "Please, just-"

"Shh, I know," he hushed, and finally ventured his fingers down under the delicately rippled waistband. "I know."

The heat on his hand was relishing in itself, but the curl of his middle finger with the presence of his index and ring, had an addition of slickness without even dipping so much of an inch into her cunt. A simple movement of his digits teasing the general area of her pussy made a complete mess in his palm and he was ravenous over it.

"You're so wet, Leah."

There were no words in response. It was just a slackened jaw and her hands dropping to claw against his ribs in an attempt to bring him nearer.

With her underwear stretched, Steven went straight for two fingers, pushing both upwards to his first knuckle, and smooth walls that were snug and stretched warmly around his fingers, welcomed him into blissful heat that had him almost closing his eyes in pleasure.

He stayed like that for a while, gauging her reaction, and tried not to focus on how hard his cock was that was throbbing to be unconstrained and take the place of his fingers.

He actually wondered if he could even last.

"You feel so good," Steven whispered, resting the bridge of his nose under her chin. He breathed out against her throat. "I want to make you feel good."

Leah bit back a noise that he was desperate to hear, and when she looped her arms around his neck, she found his mouth in an instant.

The needy kiss had Steven pushing his two fingers all the way, and bringing his thumb to experiment on her clit or even pulling his fingers out and dragging them upwards to pressure the nub, just sent Leah lazier and lazier between him and the door.

Every thrust was wet, and with her loosening up for him, he just angled his fingers deeper to find the spot she really liked. And with the sighs vibrating in his mouth, coupled with the weakening hold of kisses, something was going to give soon.

"Did you think of me when you did this?" Steven asked, letting his imagination get the better of him.

If biting her beautifully pink lip wasn't an answer in itself, then the screwing of her eyebrows and the nod was his confirmation.

"Did you-" Leah caught her breath again. She looked really fucking good. "Did you...th-think of me?"

Steven wasn't expecting it to be asked back, but he was longing to answer it. Especially when she wouldn't leave her lip alone and her eyes kept flashing with pleasure every time he moved his thumb.

"Yes," he answered, passionately shocked. "Yes fucking yes I did." He pressed his cock against her, revelling in the friction. "You do this to me."

Leah inhaled sharply, having hit a change in her pattern.

"I don't think-"

"Let go," Steven told her softly, mumbling against her lips that he was quick to kiss. "Cum for me, baby."

His fingers weren't tired when they stimulated her orgasm, and despite his lack of a release, feeling hers was just as intense. Leah rested her head back to catch a few deep breaths, and had kept the majority of her little noises hidden, but Steven felt honoured to have helped her with her confidence.

He was careful when he removed his coated fingers into the air, seeing how they glistened in the fading daylight, but it also reminded him of how painful his erection was. Being ignored for so long, he probably only needed a couple of quick, measured strokes and he'd be gone too.

He wiped his fingers on his jeans as much as he wanted to lick them clean with Leah watching, and adjusted the uncomfortable prod of his dick that was so outrageous, it didn't seem real.

"Oh god, are you-"

Steven chuckled, shaking his head at the sight in his jeans.

"I'm just extremely turned on."

When he lifted his head, he met searching, hazel eyes that made him want to melt in her arms, and the next thing he knew, her hands rested on his belt.

"What're you-"

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"This is about you." Steven leaned forward to nudge her nose, twitching a smile under his confused frown. "Not me."

"I can't leave you like this," Leah argued, all pained in her eyes that he had once reflected the peak of an orgasm. "I'm not that mean."

Steven settled back again as if to ponder.

"Well, I would tell you it would go away but from how I'm feeling...I'd probably have to go jerk off."

In the moment that followed, Leah laughed quietly. She tried not to, but maybe it was his smile that set her face scrunching up so adorably and knocking forward into his clavicle.

"Honestly, it wouldn't take long," he assured light-heartedly, instantly feeling the need to wrap his arms around her.

"Steven." The serious tone of his name had his arms relaxing, and then he was lost in the devoted hands that held his face. "I want this to be about both of us."

He blinked slowly at her, all doe with his eyes, all speechless with his mouth. Just watching and tracing an imaginary shape that connected all her unique beauty marks. Cheek to chin and back up to-

"So," Leah went on, her fingers slowly undoing his belt buckle. "What do you want?"

Steven was inundated with more arousal. He hadn't expected to be so stuck for words, listening to his own increased heartbeat, and knowing that fingers were prodding away at tight fabric and latching onto his belt.

His buckle hung loose, a shrill clanging noise that left no stretch to the imagination, the zip pulled down carefully over the lump next, and finally there was one less restraining layer to poke into and more room to take advantage of.

Leah was searching his face, working out every expression he made, but the one she was most interested in was when the palm of her hand pushed against the entirety of his cock.

Disorientated with air, thrown off balance, Steven was forced to bury his face on her shoulder to save his jelly limbs.

This must have been how she felt. Too turned on to make sense. So overwhelmed with how intimate a first time with someone new could be. No rush to finish, and instead to take their time learning a new mode of communication. A meaning that ran so deep within the earth that had brought them together, and was mirrored in every touch and feel of something new.

"I want...to be...inside you," Steven said intermittently, desperately trying to keep himself from falling into the hard, slow rubs and finishing in his boxers.

"Do you...h-have-"

But even Leah was struggling to form a sentence, which told him that she wanted it too. He would have made a joke about it being so soon, but this was no time for jokes. She was agreeing with him, which was a major turn on in itself, and there was only so much more he could take.

Steven blindly fumbled into his pocket to pull out the condom packet, relieved when it was taken from his fingers, but almost biting down onto her shoulder when she took her hand away from his aching cock.

Fueled with lust that had his breathing heavy and deep, he pushed his face into the crook of her neck.

"Jump," he murmured, poised to bend his knees and guide his hands under the back of her thighs.

As much as the concept of having sex standing up appealed to him, he genuinely didn't think he had the ability to stand up on his own anymore.

So, when Leah did, wrapping her ankles around him in a squeeze and tossing her arms around his neck, Steven was using the last of his burning strength to walk over to her bed, whilst catching a glimpse of her tearing the condom packet with her teeth, and quite possibly considering this was the most turned on he had ever been in his whole life.

He lay her down carefully, forced his eyes away from the long legs that settled gorgeously in front of him, and got to work kicking off his stupidly skinny jeans.

Steven struggled, to say the least, and the last tug over his left ankle had him hopping and groaning.

He was free though, clambering on top of Leah before she scooted closer to help, and pushing her back down with a kiss that spoke a thousand words. Like the swift break to take off her long sleeve top, toss it somewhere behind him, and the immediate attention he gave to her bare torso.

He felt every bump of ribs, hands then disappearing behind her back when she arched for him, and was secured in place by her knees on his sides.

Leah's fingers looped in his hair as he kissed around her stomach, and he felt the goosebumps that sprinkled under his actions and the jumpy inhale when he unclasped her bra with a practised pinch of his fingers and thumb.

Steven barely had time to process the clothes he was removing, or look at the skin he was revealing, but the movement of his hands explored, his mouth brushed and breathed, and he did his best to memorise every squirm and subtle noise in return.

Somehow, fingers were pulling down underwear and made sure they were banished to the floor, and a last ditch scramble for the condom that had been abandoned on the sheets, tied the final few dragging moments of the build up to sex.

Steven rolled it on, panting, flushed with the beginning of a sweat, and glanced at the rising chest of a beautiful woman with messy, damp hair lying naked for him, looking back at him, and waiting for him.

He couldn't deny he felt a bit nervous that he might not last very long, but the moment he settled back on top of her and teased her mouth by pulling at her lower lip with his teeth, the nerves vanished.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, right hand wrapped around his protected cock that pulsed in his touch. "You can-"

"Yes, I'm sure," Leah interrupted quickly. She was rubbing the back of his neck, catching his hair between her fingers, and then leaning up to kiss his lips. "Steven, I'm sure."

And that was it. That was everything he needed to hear.

"Thank god," he groaned, aligning himself with the pussy he was so desperate to feel. "Thank the fucking...lord."

It was the definition of surreal. The o-shaped mouths that rested together with the new feeling, the twisted features that seeped out small noises of blinding pleasure, the nails that clawed into hot, damp skin. Eyes that were so clouded by adoration and relief, a stretch that was filled with an understanding that this was what they had both wanted, dreamed of, fantasised over, and it was all finally real.

So very, very real.

Steven knew how to hold himself back, even if it required every last bit of his crumbling sanity, so his focus was to get Leah there whilst being slow and deep.

Every thrust sent him closer, and every movement of her hands trailing down his back and over his skin so delicately as if his ribs were still bruised, was just a new challenge to not give in. He placed lazy kisses on her chest, his tongue licked around the circumference of her nipples, and everything he did, or she did to him, just made him want to stay with her, in that moment, forever.

"You're...holding back."

Her voice opened his eyes that he didn't even know had closed. It forced him to meet hazel ones with a clear greenish outer rim that swirled into a light brown and darkened around the pupils. It forced him to lean into her hand when she touched his damp hair stuck to his forehead that was reminiscent of rain, and now newly mixed with sweat.

Leah kissed his hanging lip.

"You can let go."

But even with the echoing words of his own, Steven shook his head through a deep breath.

"No-want...you to-" He pushed further, "...cum with me." His elbows gave out again, but he still clawed at the sheets to keep the rhythm his hips made. "Want you...to-cum...around my cock."

"Holy shit," she whispered, fingers falling down his stiff neck to pad against his shoulders. It was that at first, and then she was grabbing the pillow behind her head very tightly.

Steven was taking his right thumb to his mouth and sucking it, dark and heavy in his eyes that roamed over the sight beneath him that was connected to him in more ways than he knew.

If she wasn't going to cum with just penetration, then pressing her clit, varying the pressure and never settling on a direction for too long, was the key to a woman's heart.

Leah did rush to grasp his wrist when he pressed an area that was too sensitive still, but with their own communication where they just looked at each other with a mirrored lust, she simply guided his thumb to rub vertically to ease her into it.

When she gave him the independence back, Steven had not only learned something, but it had made him ridiculously close.

He thought he could hold back until she came, but he really couldn't. He was so far gone, his arms tensed and his stomach muscles went tighter in turn, and he was filling up the condom that protected his cock with a much needed release.

Steven worked past the pleasure, which was so damn good he wanted to cry in joy, and with a long kiss, and his thumb hitting the correct note, he felt the after effects of sex kicking them both into a blissful recovery.

A first time that was definitely made through their history.

"I'm sorry for making you wait," Leah said, lazily tracing his shoulder blade when he rolled to one side.

Steven was smiling, all out of breath.

"Don't be. It was so much better in the end."

Once he had given her the assurance which could only be a gentle kiss on the nose because his hands were occupied, he sat up properly and swung his legs over the side.

He scanned the floor for his boxers, located, and picked them up.

"Are you...leaving?"

The waistband snapped to his hips, and in shock of horror, Steven crawled back onto the bed.

"No, no, god no!" he rushed, knuckle stroking her cheek. "I need to clean us up."

Leah was studying his fading panic, so he studied her back. He tried to remove the pout that pushed out her bottom lip sadly with a kiss, and once more, he wondered what was going on in that head of hers that she wouldn't share.

She touched the side of his face, her eyes retreating to his cheek for a second, before her elbow fell back down on the bed and the corner of her mouth slowly stretched a lethargic smile.

"Don't be too long."

Thankfully reciprocating the expression, Steven hopped off her bed, winked when he got to the door, to which Leah covered her face with her hand in embarrassment and dug her foot into the bed, and made his way to the bathroom.

He even straightened the picture he passed, because he was in that much of a good mood.

Steven didn't spend any longer than he needed to, well, maybe a bit to fluff up his hair and turn his back to the mirror and 'huh' when he saw nail marks that had already appeared at the back of his ribs, but he disposed of the condom, washed his hands, found a cloth on the bathtub, and made it damp under warm water.

Considering the dazed state he'd left her in, he didn't expect to see Leah wearing an oversized t-shirt that ended high up her thighs and closing her wardrobe.

"I should have told you not to move." Steven sighed on approach, scolding himself.

"You took too long," Leah countered, tilting her head so her hair fell to the same side.

Her dimple shone when she looped her arms around his neck, and Steven kissed her slowly. Pulled away briefly to smile at the twinkling eyes, and then did it again because he was addicted to how her lips moulded against his.

"Mm, I want cuddles."

"Well, someone decided to move," Steven remarked, holding the cloth up in his fist and waving it in her face.

Leah scrunched up her nose and tried to lean away, but he already had his arms around her waist, and turned her around so her back was to his chest.

There was a lot of wriggling in his firm grip, and her knee even lifted when he buried his face in the side of her neck.

A stumble backwards had them laughing into crumpled bed sheets as well as each other, but Steven managed to get her to lie still by sitting on her knees as she slumped into her pillows.

He smoothed the cloth between her thighs, noticing that she hadn't put underwear back on, which may have stimulated the calm junk in his own, just a little. But it was also a moment of serenity, where he relieved the cloth from her skin, sat up straighter, and was immersed in her glow.

The hands tangled in her hair, the lazy tug of her mouth to one side, cheekbones that were soft to her features, and he adored how dark her eyelashes were, even when there wasn't makeup to accent them.

Steven liked her dark features, including the evident tan lines at the top of her thighs and forgotten hairs that rested there. He liked her smile and her laugh, and he really liked having her lie beneath him whilst they had sex.

It just made him so excited to consider that whatever they had was a promising start of something new, together.

With his future considerations taking over his mind, Steven made himself blink because he had definitely been staring, and not speaking for too long.

"Where, uh, should I put this?" he asked, finding himself a tad embarrassed for being caught up in his head.

"Just throw it on the floor," Leah answered, gesturing loosely to the side and then pushing that hand back through her hair. Thick, and dark brown and was scented with something he thought was bright like roses and just...her.

"Mooove you oaf, you're making my legs go to sleep," she whined, nudging her knees up into his butt.

"Oaf?"

She tried to move her legs up again.

"Yes, you're being dumb and not giving me a cuddle."

But Steven was stretching a naughty smile when he had emptied his hands, and instead of moving, he locked his knees against her legs and secured his weight down.

Leah rolled her eyes at him, and Steven considered moving, but she was already using a bit of core strength to sit up.

"Get offff," she moaned, rocking him by the shoulders, and then moving back to crumble her hands pathetically against his chest.

Steven's tongue was pinched between his teeth, snickering, and he was tackling the hands that tried shoving him away. He caught them, stopped them, pulled her closer so he could angle his head and set his eyes on her lips, and then went to apologise with a kiss.

What he didn't expect was for her to lean away when he leaned forwards, and find a proud smile blessing him.

She was planning something- he could tell- and that plan was to take advantage of him being distracted and apply enough force to make him topple sideways onto his back before he could even ask what she was so smug about.

It was Leah who climbed on top, straddled him and pinned him in place, holding her hair on top of her head even though it continued to fall around her face. Smiling widely which didn't quite hold back her bouts of laughter, and leaning her free hand down his chest.

She was teasing to turn him on again if she kept sinking down close to his dick when he knew there was nothing covering her pussy, but he gently let his fingers circle her wrist and shook sex from his mind.

Despite being played a fool, Steven looked right up into her eyes and was driven by a serious confession that had his lips parting already.

"You're so beautiful."

When the air it took to deliver three words officially left his lungs, he did not expect the silence that followed.

It wasn't even raining anymore to fill in a bit of background noise; the low setting sun was breaking through the clouds just before it disappeared for the day, and lit up the side of Leah's face that looked down on him. There was a blush, but there was more to her pink dusted cheeks than the humble response to receiving a compliment.

It was fear, almost.

"Oh," she said quietly, lifting her hand that had come to rest on his stomach. She slipped off him, settled to his left, and let her feet land on the floor. "I-uh...I..."

Steven's head followed her movement, and he stared at her slouched back.

"Was it not obvious I was admiring you?"

A drawer opening was his answer. Stepping into a clean pair of underwear that she pulled up with the privacy of the long hem of her top was the confusing explanation.

Leah did sit back against her squashed set of pillows, but she was pulling a leg under the other one, and sighing deeply.

"I just thought you were..."

Sensing the discomfort, Steven sat up and scooted closer. Wrapped his arm around her back and pulled her into his side. He was finally closer to a cuddle, but it was not to share more confessions he had lined up. It was to make sure he could make her comfortable again.

"Thought I was what?" he pried softly, dipping his head down.

"I don't know," she murmured, covering her face with her hands before the distressed features could fill him with more concern. "Maybe judging...or comparing me."

Steven couldn't believe the absurdity. The frown that pinched his brow confirmed his physical disapproval. The little twang in his heart was what she couldn't see, and that was also far too powerful to ignore.

"Leah, look at me," he ordered, peeling her hands away.

He replaced them with an adamant one of his own to lift up the base of her jaw, whilst his embracing hand around her back rubbed the fabric and secured the warmth that radiated from his skin.

"You are beautiful. Right now, thirty seconds ago, when you were outside in the pouring rain- the first time I ever saw you, and you will always be beautiful. You don't need me to tell you that, but I will until you believe it and never, ever question yourself again."

Even before he had finished, Leah was scrunching up her face with the straight fan of her eyelashes appearing as she pressed them closed.

"That's really what you see in me?" she refined quietly, almost unbelievingly. She was looking at him again, but there was so much doubt swimming around her pupils and his comfort didn't seem to be helping.

"Yes I do," Steven confirmed, passing his thumb towards her chin.

He thought about kissing her, but Leah was already shaking her head in his hand, and had a smile that didn't want to agree with him.

She sat up, still angled towards him, but her movement had his hand slipping from her hip and unfortunately, no more soft cheek under his other palm.

"So, you don't mind the hair at the top of my thighs, or the not perfectly smooth legs under your hands, and-" She shuffled and managed to pull up her top, "-this?"

In the meantime, Steven had reluctantly slouched against the fabric headboard, but he had watched the stressful queries screw her eyebrows upwards, and had cast his eyes downwards to follow the finger that pointed underneath her belly button.

"I didn't really notice," he admitted, shrugging at a faint, mismatched line of hair, as well as what she had just proposed to him.

Leah let her top fall. She resettled with her legs crossed, resting a knee on top of his, and propped her elbows on them so her head was massaged in her hands.

"When I told you I was unprepared, this is what I meant. My bikini bod was not on the list this year."

She sounded ashamed.

Steven listened closely, but he was also remembering their incredible sex. How he had been so focused on making her feel good to care about anything else. He could have preferences, but it didn't bother him what his partner chose, and at the end of the day, she was human and so was he. There was nothing to be ashamed of, and he had learned to accept that about himself growing up.

"I feel like you want me to say something," he guessed, cautious to not make any sudden movement.

Leah lifted her head dismissively.

"Tell me to wax? Freak that I have more chest hair than you?"

"And why would I say, or do that?"

"I don't know!"

With the bunch of her shoulders, Steven gently placed a hand on her kneecap because he wanted to, and because he was determined to get his views across.

"I wouldn't expect anything, especially because I just showed up, but that's besides the point. Genes can't be helped, Leah. Just look at my mouth."

And when she didn't say anything and avoided his eyes, he just shifted closer. Readjusted the way his legs crossed, and carefully lifted up her top again.

"Anyway, it's kinda cute," he said, running his finger down the feather of hair that she clearly hadn't had the necessity to keep on top of. There was a little smile on his face. "If I grew mine, we'd match."

He reached the waistband of underwear, and then slowly moved his finger back up. However, he did not not expect her to jerk away with a harsh cave of her tummy.

Steven looked up, waiting for her to explain the stiffly held chin and a press of her curving lips, but he was impatient in this scenario, and had already stretched a smile across his face.

Just to make sure his discovery was correct, Steven switched his sole finger to the backs of his knuckles and repeated the ghosted action, and, as he suspected, Leah began to silently laugh and tried to move away.

"Wait a fucking second," he gasped, poking his head around to catch her scrunched up face, but this time it was with unwanted humour, not unwanted fear. "Are you ticklish?"

"Mm-mm."

But it was such a lie. Steven was smiling like the biggest idiot on the planet, looping an arm around her middle and dragging her back up the bed with him.

His hands had already disappeared under her top and were running all over the sensitive skin around her navel and scraping lightly with his nails. The action had her body doing crazy things against his chest, and her fingers were trying to peel away his locked arm.

"St-o-op!" Leah cried, throwing her head to his shoulder and kicking out her legs to bounce on the mattress, and more often than not, hit his own.

"Oh, baby, I'm not going to stop."

The power he had was too good. He could roll her over and make her lie flat on her back and she'd be laughing until she was crying with the tears that spilled down towards her ears.

"Pleeease! Steeeveennn!"

Kneeling in between her bent legs, Steven kindly paused his hands.

"Only if you promise to be more confident with yourself, and not care about what I think when it's your body."

He gave her some time to recover her hiccupping laughter, watched the wide expanse of her smile taper slowly inwards, and how she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand to smudge her makeup even more.

"I'll try?" she offered, looking up at him with a fan of messy hair behind her head, tears from laughing so much, and most of all, just beautiful in every possible way.

There was no way Steven could say no to her like that.

"Good. You have earned my hugs," he concluded, and deliberately crawled the most awkward route over her to climb underneath the covers.

"Excuse me, you were the one who wanted a hug," Leah pointed out swiftly, slapping the back of his thigh as he passed over her, still giggly with laughter.

Steven grinned to himself, adjusted a pillow, slipped his legs under, and then turned around to address the cute face that was now propped in her mirrored hands.

"Many, if memory serves me correctly."

His toes strained against the duvet because someone was in the way, so he gestured for Leah to join him. She rolled her eyes, but she did, and made sure to send him a few more side glances as she sat up in bed with him.

Steven kissed her closest shoulder, wishing there wasn't a faded navy t-shirt to cover it, and felt his hair being curled into and messed with by slim fingers.

"I like this."

"My bangs?" he mumbled in response, resting the side of his head on her shoulder. He looked up at her.

"It's called a fringe. You're in England now."

"It's called a fringe," he echoed, imitating her voice.

Leah chose to ignore him and stopped playing with his hair to stroke his face, intensely brushing over the tiny scar he knew was on his cheek, and the same one that had stolen her attention for a brief second earlier.

"I also like your lips too. Very much."

Steven lifted his head a tad, because the angle was beginning to hurt.

"Anything else you like?"

It made them unthinkably closer. A simple tug of Leah's hand (because it had slid behind his neck) would pull his lips into hers in an instant, and Steven was waiting, just thinking of the things he could do once their mouths were together and legs were sliding on the mattress.

"Nah, that's about it," she decided, deliberately looking down at the lip he had pushed out in a hope to be claimed.

Steven whined in protest when she moved away, and by move, she just lay down on her side, facing him because sitting up must have been too much effort. He would have made it easier if she kissed him and let him drag her into his lap, but she didn't.

So he stretched out too, pulling the pillow down vertically with him and settled on his stomach, facing her.

"How did you find me?" Leah asked, with a sly squint.

Steven chuckled, pressing his cheek into the pillow.

"Mm yeah, I was wondering when you'd ask."

"Did you follow me?"

Silence.

"Did you...Oh, you found out where I worked, didn't you? That...guy?"

Silence.

"Oh g- you need to stop stalking me."

"How else was I meant to find you when you didn't call!?"

There was nothing harsh in Steven's widened eyes, and nothing intentional with his defensively raised voice, but there was also nothing even close to being offended in the soft smile that he was being blessed with.

"It doesn't matter," Leah dismissed, peeking over her pillow and the flattened locks of her hair. "You're here...and I'm glad you are."

Steven really wanted to kiss her, but he was too far away, and that had to change immediately.

"Yeah?" he pursued, sliding a leg between hers and effortlessly guiding her onto her back with a simple push of his palm to her hip. He then, just as smoothly, supported his weight in a plank position on top of her.

She nodded innocently against her pillow.

"Think so."

"You think so?" He clicked his tongue in intense disappointment, wanting nothing more than to rid the cheeky smile from her face. "That's not good enough."

He planted a teasing kiss on her lips, and then set to work.

"Steven!"

With Leah crying out a laugh, Steven had slid down under the covers, swiftly bundling up her top to kiss her exposed tummy. Every bit of skin he could reach, and that he had since learned was a major tickle spot, was met with his mouth.

It was evil- he knew that- but it was also evil because it was turning him on being so close to her pussy that bucked into his chin, and fully knowing he could just go down on her there and then.

Lick her out until her thighs shook, and she was cumming hard on his tongue.

The graphic thought was putting a new strain to his dick that was naïvely waiting for a new stimulus, so he returned for air and tried to focus on not being so horny. He failed miserably because he was looking into her shining eyes that really did have a smudged row of black eyeliner from all her happy tears, and was lost for words.

Steven was kissing her deeply then, rolling his tongue into her mouth so he had more control, but equally knowing he wanted it to be elsewhere on her body.

He couldn't leave her. There was no way he was leaving without her, and as soon as Leah's hands were slipping into his hair to pull him down further, he was submitting into the desires of his hardening cock and pressing into her hip.

"Come back with me," Steven said, moving his mouth to suck at precious skin under her ear. "To Boston, come back with me."

Leah shifted upwards, side of her knees trapping him in.

"Steven..."

"One week- two weeks. I want...to be with you."

"You know...I can't."

He closed his eyes, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. He felt her pulse there, he felt her hands scaling his back, he smelled her hair that fell rather unflatteringly into his face, and yet he wanted to experience it all forever.

He wanted her, forever.

"Why?" he pined, brushing his mouth to the centre of her throat.

"Because I know...I'll want to stay...a-and my life is here...in England."

At least he wasn't the one struggling for words.

"I know, but- ohh fuucck!"

Leah moved against him in a deliciously pleasing way and disregarded any sort of convincement he was trying to plan.

It was always going to happen from how she squirmed, but the surprise in pressure made him completely hard, and he rolled off to one side and let a hand disappear into his tightly tented boxers.

"Leah, you can't be doin' that."

Legs slid on the mattress, the duvet was kicked down lower and Leah shuffled down to his level. She peeled his wrist away that had accidentally started moving, and found his breathing a lot heavier as she tried to guide his underwear down.

Steven let her, helped her free his erection that sprung upwards, and he just watched everything from the edge of his pillow that had half his face squashed into. Back hunched for friction, melted from strength, hair all over the place, and most of all, wanting to cum anywhere she'd let him.

"I want you," he murmured, begging with his eyes for her to touch him. "I want...you."

"Didn't bring another condom, did you?" Leah said almost humouredly, settling properly on her left side and sliding a hand down his front that was underneath where he needed attention.

The blood just flowed harder through his erection because of it.

Steven shivered. A pleasant shiver, even if his shoulders and most of his back were exposed to the air. But it was so warm as he brought his ankles together, and his fingers tingled even though he couldn't lift them to graze her gorgeous face, or push the thick pieces of hair that were flopping awkwardly over his own eyes.

He had to close them when she wrapped her hand around his cock, almost embarrassed for how he pushed so hungrily into her dainty touch, and dragged his cheek on the pillow like a horny teenage boy.

"Mm-I have lots at...home-" His eyebrows scrunched together when she pumped him, "Yes, oh baby don't stop."

Leah muttered something, but he was too out of control to listen properly. It must have been good though because she was still giving him a hand job, and that hand job was leaving him wanting to moan her name.

But, the lovely rhythm to his cock was soon disrupted and he couldn't ignore the insistent shuffling and the gentle strained noises any longer. He cracked open his eyes and quickly worked out the reason why.

"Let me do it," he said, snaking his fingers that had ended up resting close to her tummy, into her half pulled down underwear. A fresh pair she was about to ruin again.

Steven teased the sensitive flesh, earning the most beautiful moan, and consequently had the slicked hand wrapped around his dick tighter and harder.

They were using their weaker hands, assuming she was right handed, but it didn't feel weak at all. Steven could feel the heat, the tight stretch of her pussy as he fingered her again, and he prompted his face closer to kiss her.

Leah caught on with a flick of her eyes, and because she had better access, she could bring her free hand to push away the curls of hair that had obstructed the corner of his mouth, and hold it back against his ear.

They kissed, but every time either of them hit a particular angle, it sent a jolt in their pleasuring hand to the other, and detached shiny mouths to remember to breathe.

It went on and on like that, writhing bodies that cried to be closer, toes curling, and what was becoming extremely filthy hand jobs.

"Can I-" Steven swallowed, pressed his nose against hers, and kept his eyes open just so he could see her. "Cum i-in your hand?"

"Yes, I don't fucking care where," Leah said all in one breath. "Just do-"

She was interrupted, the the definitive sound of a door closing breaking the rhythm of her hand.

"Leah?" a muffled voice called out.

Leah's hand froze. Steven did not. He simply pretended nothing happened and curled his fingers deeper, teasing, and wanting to add another, despite the angle not really making it possible.

"Shit shit, holy shit! Steven, stop!"

Steven moaned. Whined. Groaned. He was so close, and yet he wasn't given the privilege of his release. His wrist was pulled away by panicking hands that no longer gave him any attention, the mattress was bouncing, and limbs were being exposed from the outrageous private heat underneath to make everything so much worse.

When Leah had climbed over him, falling by the speed she did it, he was actually tempted to finish the job himself.

"But it's...it's not even six?"

Steven couldn't be bothered to roll over at her question, but he easily pictured her standing up with her hands tugging at her hair or rubbing down her face. Or maybe not, judging by the stickiness from precum that coated his dick and spilled from his joyously stimulated tip.

He buried his face into the pillow, and tried to replace the ghost of her hand with his own.

"What's goin'- who's-"

"Shit!" Leah exclaimed again, a flurried noise of scooping up clothes following.

Steven groaned because the hand that gently tried to make him cum was not working its usual magic. His hips rutting down was also proving useless to clear the pulsing that was everywhere.

He was evidently expected not to be turned on anymore, and that was wildly unjustified, mean, and just straight up unfair.

Whatever was happening, was going to be one hell of a ride.

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