Leo was standing next to the window, quietly looking out across the landscape as the night breeze rippled waves over the desert sands. The almost full moon was shining brightly in the sky, setting the it all afire with an eerie glow.
It was a little after midnight now but the leader of this unusual family couldn't settle down. He stood with nothing on as his eyes wandered over the landscape, quietly taking in the simple beauty of this desolate seeming place. Nothing but the band that now adorned his arm. His thumb absently ran over that gold band as his eyes wandered from the window to the woman who slept on the bed, the matching ring on her finger.
Her just as naked pale form seemed to light up to him in the moonlight that filled the room. She slept peaceful, for once. Her very long dark brown hair framed her torso as she slept on her back with one hand, palm up, over her head and the other lying across her bare stomach. Her legs were turned to the side and bent slightly. And her face was calm as it rested on the pillow.
There had been a time when Leo would never have thought he would ever spend his life with anyone besides his brothers. A time when he thought he never would have any children of his own. A time when even thinking about something this normal wouldn't have occurred to him, because he was anything but normal. And here, by a random freak accident he even really couldn't explain, lay the woman who managed to give him the one thing he had really been missing in his life. Love.
Sure, he loved his brothers and wasn't ashamed to admit it, but it wasn't the same. She accepted him fully for who and what he was, and with that love came the love of her two children, not to mention the two she had blessed him with. He had always felt slightly guilty that he couldn't have done more than give her that ring. He had wanted to do so much more for her, but couldn't. So when Jazz and Donnie had approached him about being able to make the wedding happen for her, Caitlin, Marina and Cris, Leo didn't hesitate at all. And to see the happiness on her face today...that memory still moved him.
Again his thumb ran over that band he wore, still a little numbed himself over the fact that she was his wife. A small smile found it's way onto his face, his wife... The one thing she had always dreamed of but had accepted the fact it couldn't happen.
She sighed in her sleep as her legs straightened out and her face turned to the other side, the side closest to him, but she didn't wake up. He just silently watched as sleep held her. She wasn't a drop dead gorgeous super model. Her looks could even be considered average by most men. But to him, she was beautiful. He loved her hair, long, silky, soft. Hair that framed a heart shaped face that held the most intense brown eyes he had ever seen. Her long legs shifted again across the mattress, underneath a torso that most men wouldn't want to look at, but Leo fully accepted. The scars on her torso, the stretch marks she carried on her breasts and stomach, didn't phase him at all. He knew how she had gotten every one of them and knew what they cost her but it didn't take away from her beauty at all. It just added to it in his opinion because her body told a story if you knew how to read it, and Leo did. No matter what she has been through, she never gave up if she had something to fight for. And it was that strength, mixed with compassion, empathy and a sense to see both sides of any argument before making a decision. He noticed it all the first night he met her, and it was that which endeared her to him. She tried so hard to do the best she could and it never seemed enough to her. She always felt like she could have done more, done better. Much like he himself felt quite often. Here was the one being, besides his father, that truly fully understood the decisions he had to make and the consequences they sometimes bring.
Leo could spend hours just watching her sleep, and often did. There was a softness in her face when she slept that her features couldn't match when she was awake. There was no pain, worry or fear. Even when she was safe at home and with her family there was still that guarded tightness around her eyes from everything she had gone through in her life. Even the past few years with him never seemed to dull those lines. He tried so hard to ease her fears, her worries, her memories of a past she would rather forget, but knew there were some things even he couldn't reach. Only when she slept was she fully at peace.
He returned his gaze back out the window, his eyes unseeing as he again looked over the plains, his mind lost in thought. They had made love earlier, and like the times before he had noticed something. She always had problems sleeping, which more than explained her usually surly demeanor in the mornings, but it wasn't until recently that he had, or so he thought at least, maybe have figured out why.
Their bond had been restored. The raw emotions they had both slammed against that mental wall was more than enough to bring it down and right after that they slammed into each other emotionally. Her feelings had hit him hard, very hard, with no kind of filter there. He hadn't had time to put anything up as his slammed just as hard into her. The result being that the connection was so much deeper, stronger, to the point that they could even see each other's dreams now which they hadn't been able to do before. Sometimes Leo had a hard time trying to figure out where he ended and she began, that's how closely they were entwined with one another. It was that new strength in the bond that allowed him to see things that she had thought she had hidden away, buried into the darkest vaults of her mind. But they weren't as well hidden as she thought they were anymore.
He already knew much about her past, but her memories of them he didn't really catch a glimpse of unless she wanted him to see them. He had seen a few things, her deployment while she served for instance, and her terrifying ordeal with his dark counterpart. But there were so many things he didn't see, and he never asked too. Leo knew they bothered her, he didn't know just how much.
And this was the reason why he himself couldn't settle down. He had caught glimpses of things that she didn't even realize she was showing him. To see these things through her eyes, from her memories that she herself couldn't even remember from her own mental block. Somehow he was able to see them, and they weren't pleasant. She had blocked them from herself, but she couldn't block them from him. But she remembered just enough for them to still bother her.
He sighed as he watched a small owl pass by overhead. The sheer horror of what had been done to her eating at him. She had been so young, so innocent. A child that had once been happy and outgoing, but had ended up becoming shy and reclusive. A child that once had numerous friends who ended up with none because she drew back from the world. A child whose faith in her fellow humans had been destroyed before she even had finished first grade. He had looked through her eyes and seen what had been done to her by a man she and her family had trusted. A man who had molested her, hurt her in ways no one can understand unless they had been through it themselves. He had felt her pain, heard her pleas for him to stop, felt her anguish afterwards when she cried. The short moment of joy when her family moved away, unknowingly saving her from the monster, only to have that joy snuffed right back out a short time later when the news came that the same man had tried to do the same things to one of Vicky's friends, she refused, and he killed her. The grief and guilt she still faced to this day over the whole ordeal was nothing to what she went through then.
So, yes, Leo could understand why she didn't sleep good. Why she was always waking up numerous times in the night, after fighting with herself for hours just to fall asleep, holding onto him sometimes as if her life depended on it when she thought he was asleep. He knew there was more to it than that, but he also knew that was the thing that started it all. If that hadn't been done to her, then more than likely she wouldn't have taken the path in life that she did. A path that laid nothing but more hurt and heartache in her way.
By the time he had stumbled into her life, she wasn't living for herself anymore. Vicky was living for her children. It was Dennis and Amy that kept her going, they were the motivation for her to keep pushing on. It was for them that she held on, trying to make the best out of what life had thrown her way. It was for them that she kept trying. Them and only them. She had given up on everything else, to her life wasn't enjoyable anymore. Honestly there wasn't anything here that made living worth her while, except her children. She had nothing left to believe in.
She had tried to hide how she felt from the world, but Leo could feel it. From the first day he felt it. He couldn't place it at the time, but he knew. Now he fully understood why she had felt the way she did then. Why she had clung so much on fantasy figures that she didn't know were real at the time. Make believe creatures couldn't hurt you.
She had changed so much since then, if you knew where to look. A heart that had been close to turning to stone had warmed and softened. She found a purpose for her life again and actual joy for herself at this new life she had found. And the love that came with it. She had finally allowed herself to love again. Life wasn't a burden for her anymore.
With another sigh Leo moved away from the window and sat back down gently on the bed, his eyes once again caught by the sleeping woman. He didn't know how many times he wondered why it had been her house they had ended up in. Wondered if something higher knew what she needed and sent them to her. If someone had a hand in him finding her. She had been on the brink of losing all hope in everything. It was almost too coincidental.
He softly placed his hand on hers that still rested on her stomach, careful not to wake her. She shifted slightly but that was it. Leo rubbed his thumb across her hand as he again watched her sleep. He could easily say that the stress of the day got to her and she was tired, but he knew it was more than that. She was sleeping so well because the only time she could fully drown her memories was when they made love. She felt safe with him, she loved him and used that strong emotion to drown everything else out. Eventually it would always come back, but for a few hours she could rest peacefully.
"Mmmm..." Came softly from her as she shifted again, leaning into him and flinging the arm that was on her stomach over his thighs as he sat there. He smiled at the small sound of content that came from her. Even in her sleep she was happy. "Not really the position I expected you to be in." She said sleepily. "I wanted a hug, not a face full of your shell." She raised her head up from where her face was snuggled against him, or rather, his carapace.
He laughed at her pouting lips and quickly gave her what she wanted as he pulled her up into a sitting position, then against him. "You nut."
"I know I'm a nut, but I'm your nut."
"I like nuts." He smiled at her.
"Huh, might be why you are so protective of your little brother then."
"Well, yes. That and the fact it's my job as the eldest to keep him out of trouble."
"But yet, you fail miserably...he's always in trouble."
"I know, but I still try."
"Why are we even talking about nuts and Mikey?" She pouted again. "It's my damn wedding night, you better start doing something to remind me of that."
He gave her that slight half smile he knew sent shivers down her spine. "Someone is insatiable tonight it seems."
She stuck her tongue out at him, and he quickly leaned in and brought his lips over it, bringing his own to meet it. She leaned into that kiss with a slight moan before pushing herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she shifted to where she was straddling him. His own arms wrapped around her waist as he held her to him. After a few moments she pulled back from him, bringing a hand to his cheek as she smiled. "I'm always insatiable when it comes to you."
"That might be a good thing, dear one. Because tonight I think you might get your fill of me, a few times." He brought his mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling. Another thing he knew she loved and it drove her crazy everytime he did it. He could stop her in a full tirade, just by placing his lips against that soft skin. She shuddered against him and moaned into his ear as she brought her head close to his.
Then it was his turn, he let out a churr as she began to softly grind her pelvis against him, rubbing herself along that sensitive area of his slit. What she was doing to him filled him with a shot of pleasure so hard that he nipped her a bit harder than he meant too. Her breath in as a sharp, desire filled hiss before she pulled away from him. "Getting a little feisty there." She murmured quietly as she ground against him again.
"Only...because you...make me that way." He managed to get out as she kept up those movements against him. "God...Vicky..." It still amazed him on how she made him feel, her slightest touch could melt him, her passion held him, he couldn't get enough of her.
She kissed him, hard, before her hands gently pushed him back to the point he was leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, her mouth then wandered down his body, tracing the sensitive sides where his skin met his plastron, her hands trailing along the same journey as her fingertips brushed lightly over him. The feeling of her soft touch released a churr that had been building up and he leaned his head back, eyes closed, fully content with the feelings she was causing in him. His eyes snapped back open again when her tongue ran up his slit, sending a jolt of fire through him. It was his turn to take in a pleasure filled hiss as she did it again, his hips squirming a little at her touch.
She knew him so well, knew how to tease him, to bring him out and he released himself to her, unable to keep his member contained anymore. Then he felt her mouth around him and he let out a loud moan as his body quivered, ached, for more. And she gave it. Her tongue pressed against him as her mouth moved, feeling so good to him. The churr that came out as she sucked hard was very loud and he bucked against her slightly, struggling to hold himself together. With a final, long, lick from base to tip, making him shudder in the process, she raised herself back up and straddled him again, but not lowering herself on him yet. Her hands were placed on his chest as she leaned in, wanting another kiss and he readily complied.
She then drew back from him, a small mischievous smile on her lips. "Did I make the ninja master squirm?"
"A little." He admitted with his own smile.
"Just a little?" She grinned as she teased him, rubbing herself against his tip.
"Walking a fine line there." He told her with a playfully stern voice, teasing her in his own way as his hands gently caressed her skin.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Her eyebrow raised up, her eyes teasing.
He didn't answer her except for his own raised eyeridge, then clamped his hands down on her hips and pulled her on top of him, thrusting his pelvis up as he did. Her cry filled the room as he filled her. "That."
She gasped a few times as she looked into his eyes. "I...I guess...that's what I get for teasing the teacher..."
"No, that's what you get for teasing your husband," He pulled her to him in a fierce kiss "who really finds you irresistible right now."
She kissed him then, just as hard as he did before, then she she began to move. Her hands ran across his plastron as her head tilted back, her soft cries reaching out into the night. Leo watched her as she rode him, fighting the desire to close his eyes to the sensations coming from from his groin. He wanted to see her in her passion, watch her as she took pleasure from him. His own breathing heavy as his hands wandered her body. The position of him being propped up against the wall easily allowing him to explore her body. His hands wandered to her breasts, cupping them, thumbs stroking her hard nipples and he caressed them, squeezed them.
Her gasps quickened as she rode him harder, her moans more urgent as her muscles started to tighten. Leo was lost in his own feelings as she moved, faster, harder. His churrs and moans accompanied her cries his body responding to her movements as he began to thrust upwards to meet her, but still letting her set the pace. He brought his hands around to her hips as she began to whimper, she was so close. He knew she was, he could feel it. Both in his mind and in his body. Her thoughts a wild flurry of ecstasy and love and a mild frustration that was building in her, on the verge or overflowing. He opened up to her, letting his own, similar, feelings merge with hers. Something they had both found out before would intensify their climax even as it strengthened the bond they shared.
He was on the verge now, but held back for her, the joint release more important than anyone could understand. She brought her hand down her body and slipped her fingers between them, then rubbed on her clit, forcing herself into the climax that had been eluding her. He watched as her eyes widened, her mouth opened as she tightened around him, and he let himself go. Both orgasims clashing in both body and mind, both overcome with the feelings of release. The intense bonding forcing a loud moan from him as he shuddered under her even as she screamed out, her body trembling from the strain that was going through her. She rode him hard through her spasm, her muscles clamping around him and her mind clashed with his, her intense feelings mixing with his, driving the pleasure up so much more.
Her scream faded and her body went almost limp before she toppled forward. He quickly caught her and guided her onto his chest, which was moving rapidly from his own heavy breaths. She just leaned against him, her body still trembling from the strain as she recovered. Leo looked down at her, once again feeling the wonder at what he had somehow stumbled into as he wrapped his arm around her, not even bothering to shift her to remove himself from her. She just felt too good to move. His other hand took hers as it rested against his chest.
"You ruined me you know." Her quiet, tired voice came to his ears after a few minutes. "I don't think any other man can do for me what you do."
"Good, because I have no intention to let another man try." He tightened his grip on her as she looked up at him. "I love you dear one, and I will never let you go."
She sighed happily as she lowered her head back down, her thumb gently running across the band she had placed on his wrist as he still held her hand in his. "I love you too, and thanks to the Bots, you're stuck with me now."
"I think I can live with that." He smiled before kissing her hair.
He again watched her as she snuggled against him, trying to get comfortable, before she settled back down with another sigh. She was in a way right, he had ruined her for any other man, just like she ruined him for any other woman. They were forever bound to one another, in more ways than a normal person just couldn't understand. The wedding they had all thrown together just formalized what Leo already felt. He would never have another woman, would never even want another one. She was all he wanted. She was scarred, battered, stubborn, voiced her opinion a lot and had a knack for getting into trouble sometimes, but she was perfect for him and he knew her faults helped shaped the woman he would devote his life to. She was now his wife, he would give her nothing less than that devotion along with his love.