A/N: Just a word of warning, no sex actually happens in this, but it does in the next chapter because it's 69 and it would have been rude not to.

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"Before I forget because I'm fucking you, I'm cooking dinner for us tonight."

For the first time since they had tumbled through the front door, Leah was no longer kissing her boyfriend. And because of the change of pace, she detangled her fingers from Steven's wet hair.

"That's ages away," she said, masking a shiver caused by a couple of droplets dripping down her back. If she wasn't so distracted feeling the thumping heart under her right palm because it rested on Steven's chest, she might have let the uncomfortable cold get to her.

"Because..." He pulled her closer, brushing his mouth on her neck, "I'm not going to be done with you for a very...long...time."

With his voice dipping to a low rumble by the end, Leah slipped her fingers down, underneath the front of the waistband of his boxers to try and reinstate a sliver of space between them.

She was rising on her tiptoes to fight against the pressure of his constrained cock, perfectly placed as it were, but what she actually did was give him more room. Her knuckles grazed against the short bristles of hair, touched his dick more often than not, and Steven approved from the deep inhales against her skin and the constant kisses he pressed across her collarbones.

Leah slumped back against the wall, and the moan that twisted in her throat from the pleasure she had failed to find a stop too, was something she hated having no control over.

"Steven-"

Thumb on her chin, he reclaimed her mouth lazily to stop her from talking. In fact, if Leah hadn't figured out the rush for sex and caught his wrist bumping against her hip to stop any further freedom, he would probably be having her there and then.

She was aching for him, but she had to get rid of the lake water that painted her skin sticky, and address the forgotten protection.

"You see before that, I need to shower so you need to-" She gently pushed his tummy, and ignored looking down at all costs. "Yep, and now I can grab my stuff."

With a forced smile, Leah escaped the confused, blinking eyes, and the tempting hanging lip that had definitely marked her neck. She adjusted her bra strap where a portion of clingy hair had been caught under, but her escape was halted, and she was pushed into the staircase.

Steven trapped her against it with taut arms, hands slamming to grab the wooden spindles either side of her head, but the pain of two posts digging between her shoulder blades just disappeared.

"Oh, no no no. You're not leaving me like this."

The kiss was so enticing, and Leah was back to feeling all the way down his ribs before pulling his hips so he was flush against her. Sighing into his mouth, she thought about giving in for one round because it would certainly make her feel better, but she couldn't consent to the hooking thumbs trying to rid her underwear.

"Steven." Leah clutched his wrists, desperation coating his name. "Please, I'm sure you can think of something to pass the time."

She tried expressing how much she really did want a shower, and that the sex would be a lot more enjoyable if he could wait.

Steven breathed in, held his jaw tight, and then stepped back. His frustration was muted in a groan.

"Thank you." Leah adjusted herself, finally able to grab the stiff leather loops of her bag.

"Wait, I have an idea." A new intention brightened his features, preventing her foot landing on the first step. "How 'bout I join you?"

Not giving into his alluring wishes, Leah remained firm.

"How about no."

Rejected, Steven's face fell.

"Leah, you're killing me! Please! Look at how hard my fucking dick is!"

The free invitation had her eyes dipping down to his wildly gesturing hands that pointed out his crotch situation, and she found herself dropping her bag that was already looser in her relaxed fingers.

"The longer you keep this up, the less time we're having sex." Leah gently smoothed her hands across his shoulders in an attempt to sympathise.

"Oh, so we are having sex?" His flippancy surprised her. "Because right now, you're just confusing me by making all these excuses. If you don't want to, sure whatever, but don't lead me on."

Patient Steven was nowhere in sight, and despite it making her bite her tongue, it also made her feel a bit reckless.

There was no way she was letting something so petty blow out of proportion into an argument, especially when Steven looked like he was regretting his tone.

So, Leah took her right hand that had tensed on his shoulder, moved it down over his tattoo, feeling the ridge of veins and hairs on his skin, and firmly grabbed the side of his palm.

She didn't strew her eyes from his, challenging him, and guided his hand until his knuckles grazed her stomach. From there it was lower, determined not to let the slow movement tickle her, until she paused him on the thin clothing boundary that he had messed up earlier.

Her heart was pounding again- everywhere- but nothing stopped her spidering her fingers on top of his in a motion that pushed them underneath.

She knew she was embarrassingly wet, but Steven took his time exploring, and the presence of his unmoving fingers was the biggest tease so far, which she had done entirely to herself.

A quiet breath escaped his lips when he rubbed and dipped his fingers, and his delicate touch had returned. Leah let him gather the evidence in any way he wanted, and she bit the inside of her cheek when he dragged up to her clit, deliberately pausing there, because she was so ready for him.

"Does that maybe...answer your question?"

Steven said nothing when she pulled out his wrist. He didn't even complain that he wasn't able to push any further than a single knuckle into her pussy.

"Stop- Leah pressed a light kiss to his mouth. "-being-" One corner. "-such-" The other corner. "-a-" His chin. "-flounce."

Dropping his head on her shoulder to admit his guilt, Steven pulled her close by her waist. Any other circumstance and it would have been a really nice hug, but it was very much sex driven, and nothing could change that.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, pushing his face into her neck. He really did like it there. "I just really want you."

"Let me shower," Leah returned, just as quietly. She touched his arms to push him back. "And then, after you've gone in, you can have me."

Because there was no sudden move to pin her against something, kiss her breathless, or kick her bag away, Steven understood, and for the first time, Leah could look up the stairs to another floor without an interruption.

"Up here?"

Steven was nodding and lowering his hand onto the spherical cap that marked the end of the bannister, so she picked up her bag and led the way.

The theme remained wooden and cosy like downstairs, and a small space at the top opened out left to a bedroom, and right, after a direction, to the flawless master bedroom suite.

"Fuck me, I need a fucking wank..." Steven grumbled, creaking up the final steps.

But Leah was too stunned to make a humorous comment.

A huge bed with too many pillows, that admittedly took up most of the space, was made-up perfectly in the centre. To the left, an array of windows flooded the room in daylight through the half-slatted blinds that overlooked the lake.

Timber cladded walls rose into a vaulted ceiling, which was high enough for exposed planks to criss-cross the entire length and width. From an intersection, hung a beautiful chandelier with petal shaped lights and there were even fairy lights wrapped around the beams on a second glance.

A patterned rug lay in front of a chiselled stone fireplace opposite the bed with a large mirror above, and when Leah caught a glimpse of her interesting appearance, it made her skip the rest of her personal bedroom tour and re-focus on getting into a warm shower.

It was awfully quiet behind her and from her lack of clothes, she had a vague guess why.

"Are you looking at my bum, Steven?"

"Why yes I am, Leah," he replied proudly. "You should walk around in your underwear more often. Or, none at all- actually, that would work much better."

Tugging a smile, she turned.

It was a huge mistake, because Steven's casually leaning posture against the door frame did nothing to hide his right hand that had disappeared under damp fabric.

Smile fading, Leah stared at the large bulge, not quite expecting him to get off whilst she was still present.

Steven pushed himself forward to taunt her with a steady approach, arrogantly holding a superior angle of his head so he was effectively looking down at her.

He knew he was getting a reaction.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Steven slowly freed his cock.

Not realising she had been retreating backwards, Leah almost jumped when her back bumped into the handle.

Steven smirked when she did, which only made his masturbating hand move more, and watching him please himself felt like a sin.

"I wonder, what will I get up to whilst I wait...There must be something I can do-"

But Leah was in the bathroom and slamming her back against the door.

"-TO PASS THE TIME!"

Hearing his muffled, hysterical laughter made her screw her eyes shut to block it out. Her bag had fallen to the tiled floor, metal studs clattering, and the hand that held it cupped the throbbing between her legs.

In seconds, she was breathing too deeply and couldn't get the image of her boyfriend teasing a wank, out of her head.

If it hadn't been before, then showering innocently was going to be an impossible task.

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