Leopold's heart leapt and soared; it hammered hard against his breastbone, and he picked up on the faint, arrhythmic beat of Sarah's heart. She hummed softly, tilting her head to one side, locking lips with him. His breaths turned shallow and staggered. He coiled an arm around her waist, leaning back and coaxing her into lying on top of him. Their lips parted, then, only to meet again, firmer this time. Sarah's fingers became entangled in his hair, and his hands wandered lower, exploring her back. Again and again, they broke the kiss, only to reunite with even greater ardor each time. At one point, Leopold jumped slightly in surprise; Sarah slid her tongue across his lower lip, leaving behind a faint taste of juniper and honey. She pulled back, looking him in the eyes; hers were half-lidded and glazed over. That peculiar little pink flash shot across her irises once more.
"Are you uncomfortable, Darling…?" She smiled slightly, cupping his cheek. The empty space around her body wavered again, and Leopold could have sworn that she was trembling.
"N-no…but, there is something I'd like to know about you." Placing his hand over hers, he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. She looked at him inquisitively, waiting for him to continue. "Sarah…I…" He gulped, trying to choose his next words carefully. You never answered me earlier, Liebling. "What…what are you?" The question came out without the attempted filtration, and his heart leapt in alarm. She waited quietly, her expression unreadable. He braced himself. "I-I mean…I've noticed some things about you that aren't, err, 'normal' – that aren't human."
"Before I answer your question," she began, rubbing her thumb across his cheek. The sensation soothed his nerves, and he relaxed under her touch, leaning into her palm. "Let me ask you something first?"
"O-of course…" His chest tightened. "Anything, Sarah."
"What if I'm not human?" Her features sharpened slightly – brow furrowed, she nearly clutched her chest, but stopped herself short. "Would that change how you feel towards me?"
"No!" He gasped, nearly panicking, suddenly afraid that he'd hurt her. I'm such a goddamned fool! "Of course not! I'm only curious, Liebling." He pushed himself up towards her, resting a hand on her cheek, and her eyes widened. "Please, don't take it the wrong way."
"Well…" She sighed, averting her intense gaze. "Then, I will tell you that, no, I am not human. However, I will not divulge the nature of my Existence. Not yet."
"'Not yet'?" It hardly surprised him to hear the Truth. She had shown herself, in many ways throughout the evening, to be more than meets the eye. "Why not?"
"You're not ready yet, my sweet Leo." She chuckled, giving him a warm smile. "Have patience, and in due Time, I will tell you everything."
"So…" He returned her grin, his heart aflutter. Leo? Hm…I like it. "You really do believe we'll meet again…"
"I know we will." Her grin, relaxed and sincere, reassured him.
"Then I will eagerly await the day, Liebling." He kissed her softly, pulling her back down with him. She almost seemed to vibrate, letting slip a quiet moan. "Mmm…Sarah…" He shuddered and groaned. His hands slid down her back, stopping just before his fingers could brush her ass. She hummed appreciatively, arching herself into him, and scooting up just enough to get his hands to glide over her rear. The coil in his gut tightened as he was unable to help himself from giving her a good squeeze. She let out a low, husky groan in response, nuzzling her face against his.. "I don't care that you're not human." Another tender kiss, and sparks flashed behind his eyelids. "I appreciate you, Sarah, just as you are."
"Oh, Leo…!" Their lips met again; Sarah breathed a shaky moan, once more sliding her tongue along his lower lip, asking for entry. This time, he obliged. Each elicited a lustful groan, and Leopold's eyes rolled back, an intense buzz rushing through his body. Sarah's strange, yet pleasant, bittersweet taste flooded his mouth as her tongue gently massaged his. He groped her ass hard, bucking his hips. She moaned aloud, and ground her heat into his growing erection. He shuddered and sighed; although he couldn't be sure, he imagined she wasn't wearing anything beneath her petticoat – the thought only excited him further. Curious, he slid his fingers down her thighs, and slipped them under her petticoat, slowly hiking it up. She chuckled softly, breaking the kiss, and backing away just far enough to look him in the eyes.
"Do you want me, Leo?" Her pupils had dilated, her eyes glazed over, and her cheeks tinted red. She placed a hand on his chest, then took his bowtie between her fingers, and tugged gently, releasing it from his neck. She held it up, smirked, then let it fall by his head. He gulped, noticing that one of her breasts was dangerously close to slipping from her top.
"Oh, Sarah…I've wanted you all day." He confessed, slowly moving one hand up her side, and under the hem of her top.
"I know, Darling," she giggled, giving him a somewhat shy smile. "And you've been a perfect gentleman about it. I appreciate it, more than you know."
"W-well, err…" He stopped his movements completely, taking a moment to breathe. His heart beat wildly as he contemplated his next move. Looking her over, he braced himself for whatever may happen next. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Will you have me, Sarah?"
"Only if you would have me." She leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her lips softly against his. The kiss was sweet and fleeting; she set her forehead against his, brushing the tip of her nose against him, giving him a tiny shiver. "I'm afraid," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair again. "That I would accidentally frighten you – that you would see Me."
"What makes you think I'd see what you really are?" His curiosity wished to run wild, trying to imagine just what sort of creature she might be. However, each time he attempted to push beyond the images of ghosts, werewolves, or vampires, his Mind hit a wall, stopping him completely. Only a cold, whispering Oblivion waited beyond the familiarity of his imagination's conjured monsters.
"If I were to lose control," she began slowly. "It would start to show. Maybe a lot, maybe only a little bit. I don't know." Her fingers glided through his hair, gently massaging his scalp in slow, careful motions. "What I do know, however, is that I never want you to be afraid of me."
"You don't scare me." She was about to say something, but his declaration stopped her cold. "You're a good, kind, beautiful individual." He brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, smiling up at her. "I trust you, Sarah. Why should I be bothered by your appearance?"
"Oh…" She grinned, her eyes turning somewhat misty. "You are just too sweet, Leo." Her cheeks darkened. She kissed him again, practically melting into him. His hands returned to the task of exploring her body; down the shoulders to her ribs, over the hips to her strong thighs. Their tongues met in another feverish frenzy, and Sarah moved her hips eagerly, rapidly coaxing him to full arousal. His eyes rolled back again; he grabbed her waist, both pulling her into him, and pushing his groin back against her. A shudder ripped through her frame, and the sound she elicited sounded somewhat akin to a large wildcat's rumbling purr, mixed with a pleasured moan, and a deep sigh.
It's more than just your appearance… Leopold realized. You are truly strange to me, Liebling. He disregarded his thoughts as his hands raced back to the edges of her scant clothes. Exhaling in delight, he felt her soft, burning skin beneath the fabrics, slowly pushing them out of the way. His fingers swept up her back, and over her ass – his suspicions were correct, concerning her lack of undergarments. She surprised him, then, as she jerked her arm back, and snaked it through her white top, freeing her plump breasts. And you're serious about…oh my… She had flung the garment to the far end of the room, fully exposing her torso. Her smile sent a ripple of excitement through him. She caressed his jaw, then slid her fingers down the sides of his neck, beginning to work at unbuttoning his collar.
"Will you have me, Leopold?" Her grin widened, and her irises flashed pink once more. He could do little more than stare up at her in awe, barely aware of her hands moving down his chest. She giggled softly and bit her lip. "Leo?"
"Oh, God yes!" With a sudden burst of energy, he sat up, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. It was then that he realized how far she'd gotten in undressing him; his coat, vest, and shirt had all been undone and opened up. Their skin met, and a warm, inviting sensation filled him. He kissed haphazardly at her chest, rubbing his face into her bosom, earning soft, yet eager sounds of approval in response. Their lips found one another again; Leopold tangled one hand in her hair, keeping the other under her ass as he began to push off the chaise. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, getting lifted and carried towards the bed.
As the pair made their way across the room, their kiss turned hungry, almost animalistic. Sarah's fingers gripped at his hair; she nibbled on his lip, grunting quietly, breathing hard. Following her lead, his breathing mimicked hers, then hitched as he nearly stumbled. He caught himself, and the two shared a small laugh between their heated kisses. Laying her on her back on the edge of the bed, he leaned over her, and slid his lips down to her jaw, and then her neck, leaving a trail of hot, ravenous kisses.
"Mmm- Leo!" She crooned, arching her back into him, one hand still holding his head. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Ja meine Süße…mehr als ich sagen kann…!" He kissed and nibbled at the crook of her neck, then her collarbone. She moaned and growled simultaneously, scratching gently at his upper back. He took an immediate liking to the sound, and the sensation, deciding he wanted more. His lips wandered lower, making their way to the valley of her chest. Turning his head, he stopped abruptly, just as he was about to kiss her breast. Looking up at her, he grinned. "Und du, mein Liebling?" With a flushed face, and glazed, half-lidded eyes, she returned his smile, and his heart squeezed itself a little. "Bist du sicher?"
"Ich will dich, Leopold." Hearing her speak in German sent a hard pulse through his lower abdomen, and he let slip a tiny, surprised moan. Sarah bit her lip, wiggling her hips a little. She found one of his hands, and laced her fingers with his. His heart leapt with excitement, his Mind racing in anticipation. "Mach liebe mit mir."
"Wie du möchtest." With that, he kissed the foothills of her breast, and slowly climbed up to its peak. The hand holding hers gave a little squeeze – she squeezed back, her breath turning shallow as she awaited more of his affection. "Oh, Liebling…" He heaved a dreamy sigh, and smiled to himself, licking his lips before going in for her taut nipple. "Ich brauche dich!"