Warning: This is the chapter that causes this story to be rated M. Then again, I'm sure if the rating mattered, people never would have read this fic, but hey, figured I'd insert a warning.
Like the summary says, this is a Leona x Iori fic, so, here is the adult stuff. It's semi-descriptive, and just in case it actually -bothers- some people, I've sectioned off the heaviest parts by ***. While skipping that part might make things confusing, at least people have a -choice- as to whether or not they wanna' read it. XP
After a full night's sleep, Leona spent another mission-less day with Ralf and Clark. Throughout their day of going out and having lunch, Leona remained as quiet as she normally did, but responded whenever one of her team mates addressed her. For the first time, when Ralf had cracked a joke like he normally did, Leona laughed. It was short and quiet, but a laugh none-the-less, and Ralf grinned smugly when it happened. When night finally came around, she left two hours earlier than normal to once more wait outside Iori's hotel room until he opened the door and let her in.
"You're earlier than I expected," he commented, closing the door behind her.
She turned around to point at the door. "I could leave and come back later if you want."
Iori rolled his eyes in response, shaking his head as he moved forward and pressed his hand into her lower back, pushing her towards the kitchen. Leona scowled at his pushing, but obliged and walked into the kitchen, turning off to the side to let Iori move past her and towards the fridge. "Since you're early, might as well start cooking early," he commented over his shoulder as he crouched down to gather various items from the refrigerator. "Heads up," he called out before tossing a few items over his shoulder towards her.
Reflexes still as fast as ever, Leona caught various bags of vegetables - carrots, garlic, onions and peppers. After looking the food over, she placed the items down on the counter beside her before turning back to watch as Iori kicked the fridge closed with a foot and carried over a few more items - a few containers of chicken, mushrooms and various bottles of sauces. She raised an eyebrow, looking over all the items he placed down before turning to look up at him questioningly.
"Stir fry," he shrugged. "Simple and complicated at the same time. You can cut up vegetables, right?" he asked, pouring oil into a wok on the stove. When she scowled up at him, he smirked: "Guess so. Cut those up." He motioned to the carrots, onions and peppers.
Once she pulled a knife out of a small rack beside the sink, she stared at the vegetables before turning back to Iori. "Any particular way?"
"Not too big and not too small," he shrugged, not even looking at her.
Well that was helpful. With a light sigh, Leona opened up the vegetables and quickly washed them before placing them before her to begin cutting them up. No one would ever question Leona's ability with a knife; the speed and skill with which she used the weapon to cut up the vegetables with was phenomenal, despite the fact she had never cooked before. When she was content enough with the size and shape of everything, she turned to look at Iori and ask what she should do next, but she found him staring at her. "What?"
He just shook his head and laughed. "Guess you don't need any help with your knife skills," he smirked, pushing the chicken in front of her. "Might as well cut that up too."
With a nod, she took the chicken and cut it up as well, barely noticing how Iori stared at her hands while she worked. Once she was done with that, he began to explain to her the idea behind how the stir-fry was cooked, how the various sauces and spices were combined to make a delicious flavor. Rather than do any of the work, he stepped back and explained what she should do, watching as she followed his instructions completely. When all the items were in the wok, she held onto the handle with one hand, the other using a wooden spoon to poke and stir the contents around.
"It's not easy to make sure everything in the wok is fully coated with the sauce," he explained, for the first time motioning for her to move away from the stove. Taking the wok handle in hand, he shook the contents around before flicking his wrist, flipping the metal pan up and causing all of the contents to leap into the air before falling down back into the wok, not a single drop of the liquid spilling anywhere. "It's one of the best ways to make sure everything is evenly coated," he nodded, stepping away and motioning for her to do copy him.
A knife was one thing, but a pan was another, despite the fact she could easily use the item as a lethal weapon. Truth be told, Leona wasn't exactly sure how he had done what he did with the wok to make sure nothing spilled, and when she gripped the handle, she grit her teeth, somewhat afraid to try for fear she'd spill everything on the floor. When she heard him chuckle, she frowned and turned her head to look at him. "If you want me to spill this all over the kitchen floor, that's fine, but I'd prefer not to make a mess I'll need to clean up."
With another chuckle, he shook his head and stepped up behind her. "You can cut people in half with your hands, even call flames to them, yet you're too afraid to make a mess," he smirked, reaching out with his left arm and laying it along her's, his hand tightly folding over her own. "Like this," he muttered in her ear as he leaned over her, guiding her hand with his own to flick the pan and toss all the contents in the air before catching them again and lowering the pan back onto the lit stove.
The moment he touched her, all thoughts of the food in front of her were gone, her mind only focusing on his body - the feel of his chest against her back, his hand gripping hers, the flexing and rippling of the muscles in his arm, his breath on her ear. Her mind was becoming muddled again, and for the briefest of moments, she thought about pushing him away, but when she felt his nose pressing into the side of her neck, the thought quickly disappeared. It was hard to speak, hard to think, her mind only responding to what she felt and heard, her skin and hearing having become abnormally sensitive. His hair tickled her cheek as he lightly ran his nose along her neck, the sound of him inhaling the only noise registering in her ears. Leona felt her body slowly responding to his, and after a moment, it was hard for her to stand. Letting her muscles relax, she leaned back into him as a loud click reached her ears. She barely had enough time to realize he had turned the stove off before his right arm tightly circled around her waist and pulled her body tightly against his.
Her mind was long gone, put on a back burner as her body took control. Without really thinking, she leaned her head to the right, stretching the skin over her neck and giving him more access to it. In response, a low growl emitted from his throat, and after running the tip of his nose along her neck, inhaling her scent along the way, he bit down over the external jugular vein in her neck, not hard enough to cause pain or draw blood, but hard enough to leave a mark and cause her to growl in response. But growl was all she did because her body had surrendered to him, the bite being the last step in claiming dominance.
As if to cool the red swelling flesh he had just bitten, Iori pressed his lips into her pale skin, kissing it lightly as he pulled her hand off the wok handle and wrapped it, along with his own, around her body. Slowly, he pulled her away from the stove, kissing and licking her neck, every so often nipping at the flesh and eliciting soft and quiet growls from Leona. Wanting more than just her neck, he turned her around and stared down into her half lidded, glaze covered eyes, his right hand moving to the back of her neck before he firmly pressed his lips into hers. He could tell she wasn't very experienced with kissing by the way her lips awkwardly pressed back against his, but after a bit of coaxing, she soon followed his lead, her lips melding with his. Eventually, he slipped his tongue past her lips and greedily ran it along her own tongue, grinning ever so slightly when her lips reverberated against his, a half-moan half-growl stifled by their mouths.
Although he was gaining full and total control over her, Leona would slowly become a bit more daring, mimicking what he did and pushing her tongue past his lips and into his mouth. For a few moments, the two stood, hungrily kissing and ravaging each others mouths as if they had never wanted anything more than to taste each other, as if they had never really felt the need they currently shared. While the entire ordeal was completely new to the inexperienced Leona, Iori knew in the back of his mind that he had never wanted to taste, to dominate a woman like the way he wanted to with Leona. There was something about her that made his mind go crazy, as though her mere scent drew him to her. But all logical thought processes left his mind when he felt her wrap her arms around his neck, when he felt her body pressing against his.
Keeping his hand at the back of her neck, he lowered his left hand and firmly placed it against her rear, tugging upwards on it. Leona followed his movements and slightly lept upwards, using his hand as a guide so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Iori growled against her lips when he felt her hips rub against his, and kept his hand on her ass, squeezing it firmly before he slowly turned around and guided their bodies towards his bed, their lips never parting except to every so often gasp for a bit of air. When he felt his knees bump against the bed, Iori brought one up and placed it down on top of the bed before letting gravity guide Leona and himself down onto the bed. No longer needing to keep her legs around Iori's waist to keep her from falling over, Leona let her legs settle on the bed, her arms tightening slightly around his neck as she continued to kiss him, continued to enjoy the feel of his tongue on hers.
Letting go of her body, but keeping his lips locked with hers, Iori pressed his knees firmly into the bed to prevent himself from falling completely on top of her, his hands moving to quickly undo the buttons of his shirt. Once tossing his top off to the side, he pressed his hands into the bed on either side of her head before finally removing his lips from hers. He watched her for a few moments, grinning when she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him pleadingly - she wanted him to kiss her again. Instead, he moved his knee up, pressing it firmly between her legs causing the smaller woman to whimper and mewl beneath him. He pressed his knee against her a few more times, pulling back before pushing it between her legs, continuing to grin as he watched her writhe and try to rub back against him.
Bending his elbows, he leaned down over her, moving his face to the side of her neck and using his nose to brush her hair out of the way before licking and kissing the skin around his bite mark. His body shivered when he heard and felt her sigh into his ear, her hands moving down and under his arms to wrap around his chest, fingers kneading and lightly scratching at his skin. Iori kissed her skin continuously down to the front of her neck, up her throat and chin until he captured her lips again, quite content at the growling noise that reverberated from Leona's throat. Firmly pressing his knee between her legs, he groaned from a combination of the noises she emitted and when she bit down on his lip, drawing the faintest traces of blood.
After breaking the kiss a second time, Iori leaned back onto his knees and brought his hands down to her waist, strong and calloused fingers slipping under the fabric of her shirt and moving along the skin of her stomach and chest until they came to her bra. Annoyed that such a simple piece of clothing would stop him, he turned his hands around to grip a bit of her shirt before hooking his fingers under the under wire of her bra and pulling both pieces of clothing up over her head, Leona at some point having removed her arms from around him to follow his movements. Smirking in triumph, Iori leaned down over her, his lips immediately seeking out and wrapping around the soft flesh of her left breast, his tongue flicking out against the hardened nub of her nipple. The way Leona whimpered and squirmed beneath him only fueled his movements. He brought his other hand up and squeezed her other breast, pointer finger and thumb pinching and rolling her other nipple between his fingers.
For a while, Iori just leaned over her, switching back and forth between her breasts until both were red, swollen and glistening with a light coat of his saliva. Leaning back so he could look down at her, he watched Leona's face as he moved his right hand down between her legs, over the fabric of her jeans, his palm pressing into her womanhood. When her back arched as she pushed her body harder into his hand, he grinned and brought both hands down in front of him so he could quickly undo the button and zipper. Fingers hooking around both her jeans and panties, Iori wasted no time in slipping both articles of clothing off her, leaving Leona naked and trembling before him on his bed. He watched her for a few minutes, staring at her swollen lips, her heaving chest, her perspiring face and red cheeks.
***
Slipping off the bed, he knelt down on the floor, still tall enough to watch her face as he ran two fingers along her clit, quite proud at how wet he had made her. Without warning, he quickly moved his two fingers down and slipped them inside her, shoving them as deeply as he possibly could. He was rewarded with a loud cry. Iori watched Leona's face as he moved his fingers in and out of her, fucking her as good and hard as he could with his fingers, each squeal, gasp and squishing sound only pushing him harder, making him want her more. Unable to hold off his own need for much longer, he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them in front of his face, inhaling the scent of the woman he had marked as his own before slipping the fingers into his mouth and sucking off her essence, his eyes never leaving hers.
Quickly standing back up, Iori rid himself of the rest of his clothes before slipping back onto the bed, his hands moving out to grab her thighs and push her legs apart to give him enough room to slip in between them. Left hand slipping under her lower back, he lifted her body off the bed, his right hand grabbing onto his manhood which he then shoved completely inside her. Although he wanted to savor the look on the face, the cries she gave off when he first entered her, he could barely keep his eyes open, the feeling of how tight, warm and wet she was flooding all of his senses. Without another thought, Iori began to pound into her, his hands grasping her thighs and keeping her body slightly elevated off of the bed to keep her body at an angle.
Leona's entire world was filled of nothing but Iori, his scent, the feel of his body, his skin against hers, the heat of their bodies, the pounding of his hips against hers. Every time he entered her, she cried out, kaleidoscopes of color flashing before her eyes, her entire body feeling as though it were on fire. There were no thoughts, no reasoning, no worries, nothing except him and her and the animalistic needs of their bodies. Nothing was wrong, and everything was right.
When Iori leaned down over her, his hands pressing into the mattress to keep his body from crushing her, her arms quickly wrapped around his back, under his arms, fingers digging into his skin as she heard him grunt and gasp, her own cries and moans mingling with his. Eventually, he grabbed her hips and rolled over so that she was on top, his fingers digging into her skin and urging her to keep the pace going. Following his lead, she used her knees and thighs to keep her body moving, bouncing up and down on top of him, her hands pressing down onto his chest to keep her from falling over. She slowed down for a moment when he sat up, his hands slipping beneath her ass, each hand firmly squeezing each cheek before trying to get her to keep moving. Once she brought her arms around his neck, she followed his lead and kept riding him, a groan passing her lips when he craned his head down to bite and lick the skin of her neck.
Without words, Iori grabbed onto Leona's hips again and once more rolled over so he was on top, but he quickly pulled out of her before urging her to move around until she was on her hands and knees. Firmly grasping her hips, he guided himself back inside her, once more groaning at how tight she was, before continuing to pound her, his fingers digging hard enough into her hips to cause bruises, but at that point, neither of them noticed it. His movements eventually wound up quickening to the point he was frantically pounding into her, feeling his release so painfully close. He leaned over her and slipped a hand down between her legs, his fingers quickly searching out her clit and rubbing it violently, his fingers moving with the movements of his hips. His fingers were enough to throw Leona over the edge, because with a scream, her body froze up before shaking and quivering, her inner muscles tightening down over him. Quickly bringing his hand back to her hip he slammed into her a few more times before nearly roaring. He pulled her hips back into his as hard as possible, shoving himself as deeply into her as he could as his vision exploded and his essence flowed into her.
***
Once feeling his body begin to calm, gasping for breath, he slowly pulled out of her, cringing at how sensitive his skin had become. Gasping for air, Leona let her body relax and fell onto her side, not having enough strength to move. Iori, feeling just as weak as Leona looked, adjusted his body so he could lie down beside her on his back, his chest heaving as his body slowly came down from its high. He tilted his head to look down at her closed eyes and reached out with his closet arm, posessively wrapping it around her and pulling her body against his. When a quiet mewl escaped her lips and she curled up against the side of his body, he grinned, his male ego slowly inflating. Eventually, the two warriors fell asleep, the food long forgotten.
First things first, I want to thank the readers for the reviews and the messages you send me. Truthfully, I didn't think I'd get many readers since the KoF section is just so small (and, well, crappy, for the most part). Anyway, thank you, not only do I appreciate it, but it fuels my need to write.
And like I've told a few people already, the reason this chapter took so long was because I haven't been -happy- with it. I don't know what it is or why it bothers me so much, but it does, despite having edited it a few times. That coupled with the RL issues of finishing college and getting married in a few months has made my life a little hectic.