Enjoy~ [You showed me how to say / Exactly what you say / In that very special way!]

:::: Daytime ::::

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"It's breezy outside... They left our room with the window still open."

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Pale and naked pairs of legs entangles above the sheets.

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"Just let Ralf and Clark have fun by their own outside the hotel, darling."

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"Hm. Maybe they deserve it. "

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"…So do we."

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Yet Leona sulks for no reason.

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"No missions, no tournaments and no coworkers to stop us anymore."

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"Enjoy it while we're allowed to."

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"Besides..."

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The gunner's inner tights lazily slides against the taller's hips until it finds the right spot to get laid.

A muffled sigh is barely contained by the blunette.

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"...It's a nice view from both places..."

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Deft hands unbuttons Leona's green top uniform.

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"…You still wear a red blouse under your uniform even when you dislike the color. It's strangely cute... Yet unexpected."

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Tender fingertips runs through sweaty skin.

The ragged breath against Whip's bare neck is Leona's reply.

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"I want to feel you..."

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The careless whisper flows in an ear half hidden by some messy locks of blue hair.

Leona could only bite whip's left shoulder to restrain the delightful shiver running down her body.

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"Help me undress myself, will ya?"

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"Of course."

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Leona rises on her elbows. Whip is still on top of her.

Her languid back covered by untied blue strands touches the headboard of the bed.

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"Be careful."

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Fiery palms cups Leona's cheeks.

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"I don't want you to get cut by my knifes."

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A long lick on her half open lips side to side as a silent defiance.

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Hands' holding and pressing on the tall and woody headboard.

Forearms' rested lightly on Leona's shoulders.

Leona kissed her collarbone. Then her lips.

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Cold knives gets discarded one by one on the floor.

Same as whip's top uniform.

Then her Belt. Later her grey Beige breeches.

Only their underwear remains..

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Leona stares at Whip's creamy belly.

Then at her firm tights.

A pleased lick on her own lips.

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"Guide me, Seirah."

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"'Sally', please. Seirah is just somebody else."

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"Muchiko."

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"Wha-!? Say again, you-"

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"Whip."

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"Eeeh?"

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"...I'd rather call you 'Whip'. The same way I want to be called 'The Silent Soldier'. It only fit us better."

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"Sure it does. It's all about codenames and military slangs... But... I am quite right about one thing."

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One blue eyebrow raises.

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"You, my dear Leona, can be kinda loudy when touched in the right spot."

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"Ah!~"

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"See..?"

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"...Whip..."

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"I won't hold back anymore."

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The kiss deepened.

Same goes to their touch on each other's bodies.

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Tongue meets tongue and produces light moans.

Skin grinds skin and causes delightful spasms.

Yet they want more than this.

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One wants to bite. Another wants to scratch.

So they bite and scratch each other eagerly...

...Until their bodies' painted in pale red marks here and there.

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There's no pain in pleasure.

But a certain urgency at sucking.

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One licks the others belly and travels her wet tongue down…

Another push and pull at her lover's hair.

She really loves to guide. One just obeys.

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They're so close- One purrs deeply...

Another's pleased and loudly groam.

They're not done yet. The fun only begun.

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Afrernoon slowly turns into evening.

They're a mess.

and sated.

Lying stark naked over the soaked sheets.

No shame at all.

Just… Musings..

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"Whip..."

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"...Hmmmmm?"

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"What are we doing?"

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"Making love."

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"..."

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"Is something wrong?"

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Leona shakes her head.

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"...Leona..."

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"Why... Why you like to have sex with me?"

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"Because it's not just- - Sex- - Sigh… You don't get it, do you? We can't do it with our comrades so we're doing it with each other. Not that I would want to do it with one of those two muscle heads… You are different. Thank Goddess you are different."

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A questioning stare from blue eyes to brown ones.

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"I... Must admit that when I heard about you for the first time I find it all just... Weird. But I really couldn't judge, given my own situation."

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"You are a clone, and I am a bloodlust tool of one ancient entity."

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"Geez, Such problematic brats, don't you say? Just two children born from wrong… Yet there we are."

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A frequent click from her empty Desert Eagle's trigger.

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A long stare at the ceiling.

A shift from the gunner's body.

One arm holding her head.

The other arm rested on Leona's belly.

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"Say... How are you feeling, Leona?"

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No response.

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"I mean being with me, right now?"

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"...Heated."

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"That's it?"

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A shy smile formed on soft lips.

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"…And Loved."

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" That's Better. Now, c'mere because I didn't finish you yet~"

Fin~

...Really. Not yet. OMAKE TIME!

Omake:

:::: Nighttime ::::

*Doors open*

*Whip and Leona sleeping together in the bed*

*Discarded clothes and knifes and a whip laying still all over the floor*

Clark: Hm. Seems like they did it again eh, Ralf? They had quite a party here.

Ralf: And they did not invited us? How mean!

Clark: Keh. Keh. Talking as if you would really want do join 'em..

Ralf: Meh, you got me. Touché.

Clark: Just let our kids have fun by their own.

Ralf: Now you're talking like our own fun justended, eh?

Clark: *grins*

Clark: I dare you make me wait at the shower, Commander Ralf.

Ralf: *Smirks* Wanna bet, Lieutenant Clark?

*Both men entered the bathroom*

Ralf: *whispers* I wonder how their faces will twist when they find out we already know what's happening between these two…

Clark: Or between us, maybe?

Ralf: Nah, they already know. Now let's the real fun begins.

*Bathroom door closes*

Fin~

A/N:

What if I say Whip could be a pretty tsundere with hints of yandere- sness?

And if I say Leona is my beloved kuudere and she and Whip together makes a fluffy yet sexy pair?

Anyway. Whip&Leona fanart belongs to Akapost

(akapost. tumblr. com)

Tittle comes from the song: Edwyn Collins - A Girl Like You

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