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Seduction revolved around timing and action.
He was usually not one for waiting long once someone had his attention. That said, it didn't happen quite as often as it would sound like for he was picky in whom he went after. Most cases, trysts occurred because he was approached and didn't deem them as too annoying.
It had been a long while since he was the chaser.
…And it was proving to be very satisfactory.
He slowly closed the door to the stage in case she was already here. He wanted to meet her again during her practice. Sure enough, he heard some noise near the ice and spotted her red hair before she ducked down to do something.
She was in the process of tying her skating up when he came over to the seat she was on. She was humming a little tune as she worked on her laces. Her hair was all to one side.
Last night, he had a dream of her lively red hair splayed against his midnight covers. The image was so tempting; he was rather surprised that it has not occurred yet.
This morning, though, he realized that he wanted this to be a slow, but meaningful seduction. He wanted her to burn with so much desire that she'd willingly come to him instead of him overwhelming her with his desire. It was a novelty in that he had not wanted this before, had not thought or considered prolonging the inevitable outcome.
Quietly, he put his hands along the armrests of her seat and leaned down to place a kiss along the exposed part of her neck.
She squeaked a little. "L-Leon!"
"Who else?" he murmured as his lips slowly brushed along her pulse.
She stayed half bent as he continued the kisses. The feeling he was drawing out of her made her stomach squirm delightfully, but she was a little surprised by the change.
Last night, he was almost all teeth.
This morning, it was softer.
She hadn't mind the teeth—her cheeks tinted at the thought—but the switch to something gentler made something stir in her heart. She turned her head a little as he continued and with the new angle, she leaned in and kissed a spot along his jaw.
The fleeting touch made him pause. His head straightened in order to look at her face to face.
"Good morning," she said with a little smile.
He liked the soft sound and the glow about her face. He leaned in and kissed the very corner of her mouth. "Morning," he rumbled with his lips still touching the smallest amount of her mouth. The little he felt of her lips was almost enough to make him renegade on the slow seduction idea.
However, her giggle brought him back.
She pulled away from him and jumped up from her seat.
"I would like a lesson."
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