AN: Things are heating up in here...
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The once teasing atmosphere quickly heated up.
Leon' s fingers continued to touch her along the collarbone, throwing her mind in a tizzy. His forehead lifted off of hers in order to brush his lips along her jaw.
"Receptive," he murmured and then nipped her underjaw, the fangs scraping the area more and causing her to take in a sudden breath, "and reacts to my touch."
Her hands gripped the front of his costume and with the feathery tickling sensation vaguely registering in her mind, she idly thought His collar as to what the source of the texture in her hands was. As for the squirming in her lower stomach, she knew that his mouth was the cause of that.
"Reacts?" she repeated as he continued to brush his lips against her skin, "Interesting option for a guy with a poker face."
"Detached interest in things does not equate coldness in everything." He trailed up to her ear and lowly stated with some warmth, "Certain things bring out reactions in me," his arm went around her waist and pulled her away from the wall, "In such private settings, it would be difficult to keep cold, you can imagine."
When he felt her stiffen in his arms, he questioned his previous statement. "Or can you?"
"I'm not going to answer that!" she embarrassedly choked out.
He deeply chuckled against her neck. She felt her face heat up even more than it already was. Her mind went through another overload as he lifted his face from her neck and stared at her with lidded eyes.
"Would you like to be able to?"
He pushed on despite the wide eyed 'deer in the headlights' look she was giving him. "I could teach you about desire," he murmured as his hand buried in her locks and lightly pulled her head back a little, "you, with the vanilla scent…yes," he placed a few kisses along her arched neck.
Her hands tightly clenched his collar as she mewled from the kisses and teasing brushes of his fangs along her neck. "Whatever you want," she heard him say with his voice a little rough with longing and the barest hints of a plea, "ask it of me and I will teach it to you."
His hand loosened its grip on her hair, causing her head to come away from looking at the bland ceiling and into heated grey eyes.
Her lips parted and then closed; parted again only to have her needing to moisten her mouth. She hadn't expected such a conversation to occur between them.
Some perky music filled the corridor, snapping Sora into action. Leon released her and she was able to get her phone out of her duffle bag.
"Moshi—erm, Hello?" She wanted to slap her forehead for answering in Japanese. "Oh, hello Ken," some noise made her look over at Leon, but his face was turned away from her, "ah, no, I'm fine. I uh, just got caught up in something. I'll be there soon. Yeah, ok. Bye!"
Her phone closed with a quick snap.
"Erm, Leon, w-we need to get going. Everyone else is already there."
He nodded his head—she could see the motion of it even with his face turned away—before he turned himself towards her and started walking. The strong emotions in his eyes had cooled down.
She fell in step with him as they walked, slowly calming down from the rather heated moment they had in the corridor. Before they rounded the last corner to the backstage area, he turned to her and stopped in his walking. Startled, she stopped as well.
"I do not take back what I said," he quietly affirmed.
Her cheeks reddened. She had no ready answer to say to that.
For Leon, silence was not necessarily a bad sign.
She is not outright refusing the offer.
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