AN: Red part two.
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There was a terrible pit in her stomach.
Leon had thankfully closed the door but he turned back to her in time for her to see his eyes widen slightly upon seeing the medallion in her hand.
"How did you-" he trailed off, not quite sure if she knew what it was. Her face seemed rather pale, so she might know what it is.
"I, Sophie was tired, so I found her sleeping gown..."
Her eyes watered. She would have preferred that he had been married. At least with that, she wouldn't have allowed herself to rejoice in the fact that he was Sophie's brother and not her father. She wouldn't have given another thought about their kiss and what they could be.
He had only been hers for a scant two hours.
She turned her face away when she felt her lips tremble. The action brought him forward, laying his hand on her shoulder. She stiffened and immediately shrugged his hand off.
"Don't touch me," her voice quivered.
He frowned at her words. After going through a tiring three to one fight and his mind furiously configuring the next step for him and Sophie, he was not in the best of moods. He had expected to come back to Sora's smiling face and even maybe her fretting over his scruff upped state-if he was honest with himself, he was hoping for her to patch him up- but he was now being given the cold shoulder.
For months they've been on the run, going from place to place. He had given up much in volunteering to take his sister and then he came here, started relaxing and enjoying his time with Sora-the first time he had some fun in a long time-and now she was ignoring him.
"Why the hesitance," he started out loud, but then lowered his voice when Sophie rolled over on the bed, "you were more welcoming when we were strangers."
She stiffly placed the medallion down on the table.
She made her way to the door, but he strode over and placed his hand above her on the door. She let out a sound of frustration when his hand effectively kept the door from opening. She looked up at him from over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at him as anger replaced her sorrow.
"Remove your hand."
His frown deepened. He was certain that she did recognize the medal, but it didn't quite explain her behavior. "Why the change of heart?" he bit out. "Why such cold civility to one you've known as a friend?"
She wanted to bitterly laugh at that. That was her issue right there; she had been forcing herself to see him as a friend since the very beginning. Judging by how relieved she had felt when Sophie said he was her brother, she had been deluding herself the whole time they spent together.
"I never saw you as a friend," she tersely responded.
He went from anger, upset, to shock as she fully turned around to him and firmly laid her lips on his.
She hadn't planned this second kiss, but she had seen the forlorn emotion flash across his eyes when she said they had not been friends and she just reacted. Subconsciously, she wanted him to know just exactly what he meant to her and she knew, especially by how hard she was kissing him right now, that words were not enough to convey the intensity inside her.
She had started to withdraw when his mouth heatedly covered hers, his body flush against hers as she backed into the door. She was trapped, lip locked with him like she hadn't been about to leave and he hadn't just been hurt by her words. His shoulder length hair was entangled in her fingers as she writhed against him, pulling him closer and closer until there wasn't a single area in which they weren't touching.
She whimpered in his mouth, letting his tongue in and exploring wherever he wanted, which seemed to be every area possible. She hadn't realized just how badly she wanted him to kiss her and how willing she was to let him be in control.
Her logical mind screamed 'He's royalty!' Nothing could come from this encounter.
Her irrational side wanted the memory of this before she completely let go of him.
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