Pairing: EdwardxLeonardo (Still Leo's POV)
Author's Note: Yes, I'm still here. I hope you haven't gotten tired of me yet. Anyways, this set is a little... Smuttier than the last, haha. Their relationship is developing! *cough* I'm a pervert, don't shoot me.

Please read and review! Much love. 3

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Improvisation

I don't know what I'm doing. I can tell that he doesn't know either. His movements are awkward, his hands are shaky, but he keeps whispering my name and that's all that matters. It's the first time for both of us.

It's hard to stay quiet, but I bite my lip. We can't wake up the others. We can't let them know what we're doing. It's shameful, but it feels so good. I tentatively weave my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer. I want him.

He nips the inside of my thigh and I can't help but cry out.

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Follow Me

"Follow me," he whispers in my ear, a hint of a mischievous smile in his voice. I shudder. It always turns out badly. Without waiting for my response, he takes my hand in his and takes off. I'm stumbling behind him, trying to keep up. I've never been good at running.

I can't keep the smile off my face when he pulls me into an alley and kisses me. He presses me up against the wall, where nobody can see us, and runs his tongue over my lips, begging for entrance.

Maybe this time, it's not so bad after all.

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Stars

He lies next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist. They could find us at any moment, but I don't care. My head rests against his chest and I listen to his heart beat as he plays with my hair. The grass tickles our cheeks and he points to the stars in the sky.

Make a wish, Leo. Wish for something you've always wanted. I'm going to wish for peace. I'm going to wish for a house we can live in together when this is all over.

He's still talking, still wishing, but my wish has already come true.

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I'm Alive

Sometimes, amidst the bloodied corpses, it's hard to remember how to breathe. He pulls me into the tent, pushes me down and climbs on top of me. He's covered in dirt, blood, sweat, but so am I. He's pulling my clothes off and I slide my hands up his shirt.

His hands have already wandered off on their own, into what they call forbidden territory. Edward was never one to follow the rules, and I open myself up to him. My voice cries his name as he claims me. It's electrifying.

It's moments like this that make me feel alive.