"You didn't have to come," he says, from the kitchen doorway. Glass of whiskey barely touched.
"You asked me to." I say
"I ask you a lot of things."
He sets the glass down and crosses the room, and when he stops in front of me he reaches up and pulls the elastic from my hair slowly, dragging his fingers through it, watching me close my eyes involuntarily.
"I've been thinking about you all day." he says
"You have a whole hospital full of things to think about." I say
"I do." He tips my chin up. "Don’t you like when I think of you ?"
Before I could answer he kissed me , and I stopped because this is the thing about Leo in private, he is slower here, more deliberate, and that slowness is its own specific danger. He walks me toward the bedroom, he undresses me slowly, unhooking and pulling each piece away. He has done this dozens of times, but he still takes his time, like it’s new. And that patience and attention does something to me.
"You've lost weight," he says quietly, tracing his thumb along my ribs.
"I've been stressed."
"Eat more." His mouth drops to my collarbone. "Sleep more." He says while dropping kisses on my neck
"You're the reason I'm not sleeping."
"Then let me fix that."
He lays me back on the bed and works down my body with focus and patience that is practically clinical. He starts at my throat first, sucking lightly, then open mouthed kisses along my collarbone. He spends long minutes on my breasts with his tongue circling one n****e until it pebbles painfully tight, then drawing it into his mouth while his hand kneads the other, thumb flicking in time with his tongue. Then he moves lower and I’m already arching with my thighs apart. He settled between my legs, before he lowered his head and licked from entrance to c**t that made my hips lift off the mattress. He does it again, and again, then he focuses the point of his tongue flicking it rapidly over my c**t while two fingers slide inside, curling upward in that same motion.
He builds me slowly this time with long licks and tight circles, then gentle suction, my hands fist in his hair; my thighs shake around his head. I’m right on the edge. He pulls his mouth back before diving in harder, sucking my c**t while his fingers thrust in perfect motion. I come while saying his name, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking through the aftershocks, until I’m whimpering from overstimulation and tugging at his hair to make him stop. Only then does he crawl back up my body. I pull him down, with my legs wrapped around his waist. He pushes inside slowly, I feel the shape of him as my body adjusts around him. When he’s fully inside, he lets out a slow breath. Then he starts to move with slow steady strokes and I feel every movement.
"Look at me," he says.
I open my eyes. He’s watching my face with that focused, intent expression. He slowly loses control little by little. His movements become unsteady, and his breathing gets heavier, then his hands grip my hips hard enough that every thrust hits deeper. I lock my ankles behind his back and meet him on every downstroke until we’re both making sounds. Near the end, he quietly says my name and trembles as he reaches the peak of the moment, and I follow shortly after, both of us completely satisfied.
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Afterward, we lie in the dark.
“You’re thinking out loud,” he says.
“Habit,” I reply.
His arm rests across my stomach. I watch him for a moment, noticing the small scars on his forearm, nothing serious, just little marks.
I almost comment, but he shifts, pulling his arm back and running his hand through his hair.
“Sleep,” he says.
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In the morning, the sound of the shower wakes me. Sunlight filters in through the curtains. He’s in the bathroom. I reach for my phone.
Three missed calls. One voicemail.
A text from a number I haven’t seen in over a year.
Hey. I’m in the city. Can we talk?
It’s from Dan. It’s been so long. My ex, the one that still acts like it’s his job to make sure i am okay.
I type back quickly before thinking it through.
yeah sure.