Disclaimer: I don't own PJO nor HoO, they are the beautiful children of Rick Riordan.
A/N: I'm not anywhere near abandoning this fic, thank you for the reviews! :D
CHAPTER 3
Hot, agile fingers slowly made their way down the flat of her stomach, the girl's back arching into the source of the touch making her core ache painfully in impatience. His breath fanned at her neck, black curls dabbing her jaw line softly as his teeth nipped at the tender flesh and his tongue left damp trails along her throat.
"Leo, please-!" she breathed, hoarse and desperate, making him snort in amusement, yet he granted her wish. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them down just as much as for her tights to crush with the chill of the early morning and for his famous, magic-making hands to gain full access. Her grip on his neck tightened when he touched her through her panties for the first time. Gods, how she wanted him to stop holding back!
"You like that..?" she heard a husky sigh straight inside her ear while he rubbed, pressed, drove her crazy with the way he played with her. She was at his mercy and they were both fully aware of that. She nodded a few times despairingly, parting her mouth and gasping for air. The girl jerked her hips into his fingers and shivered when his other hand traveled up to linger at the side of her body, up from her hip to the sensitive spot just below the curves of her breast.
"Leo, please..!" she whined in wail of lust. "I want-! I need you!" she screeched huskily, her voice high and shaky, black eyes squeezing tight in delight and frustration, dark hair falling onto her face but she couldn't care less. He only chuckled, the fingers halting their blissful pace, the index finger hooking itself at the hem of her lingerie mockingly.
"Well..." he groaned quietly, drinking in the sight of yet another one of his victories through half-lidded eyes, with a mischievous smirk that only ever seemed to turn them on even more "If you could ask nicely..? Can your cute Roman pride take that..?" his teeth showed in a grin when her hands groped the buttons of his shirt with greed, her mouth begging in the most pungent kisses on the sweaty skin of his neck.
He tasted salty, a strange savory flavor that made her think about the workshop he spent half of his time at. The other half, however... Her fingers ripped the front of his shirt open hurriedly, wandering and pressing, determined to please him, because if Leo were pleased, then her... "Please, please..." she whispered, swallowing hard though there wasn't really anything there to moisten her throat with "Please... I want you to..." she hesitated, feeling an unprecedented heat occupy the tissue of her cheeks.
Leo clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, making her racing heart stop abruptly. "My, my, can you really not say that?" he taunted, to her greatest fright, moving his hand away from her underwear and putting a few stray locks behind her ear with surprising tenderness. Leo tilted his head to the side, chocolate brown eyes glistening in a way she didn't recognize when he leant back in and said quietly, not taking his mesmerizing orbs off hers. "Then I'm gonna make your screams speak for you, princesa..."
It took him only four or five moves to deprive them both of the remains of the little clothing left violating their proximity. It were merely dozens of seconds after that she mouthed a quiet oh, feeling him sink deeply into herself, the first wave of pleasure disrupting her from focusing on the sensations of her back being scrubbed against the praetor's house wall and her legs being forced to cross at their ankles round his hips.
Leo smirked, starting off with a slow, precautionary pace and watching her eyelids droop slowly as he felt her chest rise and fall against his in hasty huffs, accompanied by quiet murmurs of pleasure and her fingers digging into his scalp, the pressure she probably wasn't even conscious of. Not when he did what the rumor said he was even better at then at reparations...
A wince of zest traveled through his face when the jolly sensation in his lower body signalized herself responding to the stimulation, tight, wet and warm, and so very submissive. His smile widened to a cocky grin. Who would have thought she would let herself go wild like that, what with her camp-famous self-control and general reserve. Yes, wooing her had probably been the biggest challenge he had ever set upon himself. Not to mention it had seemed she'd always preferred blonds...
A soft moan fell from her parted lips as she fought helplessly to rock her hips up and down against his, greedy to intensify sparks of overwhelming bliss jumping from the depth of her pelvis up her spine. He wasn't of any help when it came to her concentrating, what with the mouthy kisses along her neckline and light squeezes here and there while he quickened the pace in the most torturous, painstaking manner.
"You... Graecus..." she hissed, panting coming out in hoarse wheezes while she hugged his head to her chest where he continued to mark yet another demigoddess as his, smirking against the heated skin and disgracing its smooth with cheeky nips.
Her fingers clenched and unclenched at the base of his nape, their wandering becoming more and more of a senseless chaos, a struggle for retaining of the last of her face. Futile pain - craving for release without being able to dispose of the desire to keep her dignity, a ruthless conflict they all risked burdening their pretty minds with, faced with the lure of his wizardry... There were not many things that had ever stroked his ego so strongly, that he had to admit.
"What's- taking you so-" the last of the panted sentence died with a moan she wasn't able to stave off when he slammed harder, faster into her, eyebrow furrowed and lips in a pout due to the concentration that still wasn't strong enough to dispose of the clouded look of delight in his alluringly deep orbs. Those eyes were one of the things they loved about him the most - seemingly simple and glistening in content yet... He always felt like a great mystery yet to be solved by one of those who dared to try their luck…
"You were saying..?" he chuckled, breathing quickened and ragged, as he watched her quivering form pressed in between his sweaty chest and the whitened wall, squirming and writhing to feel more of him, to sense more of the moment it was frightening to realize would come to an inevitable end soon enough, with just a few more pushes and a way too short moment of unforgettable high they both longed so much for.
"Leo… Fuck…" she cursed under her breath, making him grin so wide the expression was almost too surreal to actually seem true. His hands cupped her ass with the force that made her whimper before another groan fell from behind clenched teeth. Leo drew the girl, the harsh soldier of the Roman legion in, just staring at the way her cheeks were flushed, her full lips couldn't help but form a cute circle, her shapely eyebrows furrowed in reflection to the madness he was foisting upon her senses. Loose strands of silky hair escaping from the ponytail and the force of her arms caging him in their possession.
"As you wish, ninfa…" a hoarse chuckle before all his attention was back on the road to blissful oblivion, when his hips danced to the melody of the most inappropriate lewdness and his lips sank into the instigating intricacies of her throat but not a tad higher. Never their lips…
And just when they were both so close to their goal, in the moment their movements became too random, their visions hazed from the lack of air their lungs were no longer able to provide, when she wasn't even able to keep quiet anymore and when all the fire of his body seemed to have transferred to just one important spot of his built…
Leo almost dropped Emily to the ground at the feeling of cold metal being pressed to his throat by an unknown attacker from behind his back. All power left him and ice filled his veins from the top of his head to the ends of his toes and to the tip of his… most famous tool…
"How dare you…" it wasn't even a question, it was pure venom of blinding fury having been poured into a sentence being dripped slowly into his ear and his most terrifying guesses were proven correct with the mere sound of her voice. His Adam's apple bobbed hopelessly from under the pressure of her gladius and he was suddenly too painfully aware of the fact that his underwear had slipped down to his knees.
He should have known fucking against a wall of Reyna's house would be the stupidest act he'd ever committed and would definitely lead to a long, painful, Roman style punishment… And after having already received two of her warnings..! Gods, he was such a brainless twat!
"Reyna..?" he squeaked weakly, a part of him noticing his partner's deathly pale complexion and flighty eyes and cursing himself for having dragged the girl into that shit of a situation his sick mind had come up with. It had never been her fault that he seemed to crave for his own death! "I can..!"
"Shut up" Reyna hissed and it seemed she had gripped the sword even harder as all dermal receptors of his throat screamed and shouted in panic of the situation being just seconds away from his neck becoming slashed in two. "Get the fuck off one another" the tone of her voice made him shiver from the chill it sent to the marrow of his bones. She'd always been collected and firm but this… He was the one to have burnt Gaea alive but compared to that, the terror of the titan's open eyes was just a memory of child's fear.
The pressure of imperial gold was gone and Leo and Emily leaped away, pathetically fighting to get themselves in order and fearing to even try to take a glance in the direction of the praetor's eyes. All they saw was her spotless armor and the neb of her weapon pointed at their hearts, whether out of habit or because of her truly considering that option.
"You are both going to go back to your houses and not come out until I send after you" Leo's heart thudded somewhere near the place that still felt her blade's touch when she finally spoke after one of the scariest few seconds of waiting he had ever experienced in his life. "By that time, I am going to come up with a penalty adequate to the shame you have already set upon yourselves. You may go now."
His legs shaky like a newborn fawn's, Leo rushed away from Reyna's murderous aura fully aware that it was no miraculous escape and that the nightmare was still yet to begin. Either he would come up with the way to calm her down or…
Nico would have to become a funeral master soon enough…
ZJeM, 18.04-14.12.14
From author:
This chapter was actually started later, but I lost the exact date somewhere along the (long, long) way. O-O
Sorry it sucks and all, but I get tired of my inability to post chapter 4, which I finished eons ago. Hence the rushed ending.
I felt like Mrs. Perky writing this chapter. XDD [If you don't know who that is, GO WATCH "10 Things I Hate About You"!]
Yes, "Runaway Baby" are my fantasies of Leo becoming a sex god. Don't like, better not read the next chapter...
THANKS FOR READING!