AN: Here's another chapter since this story just reached a little over 5,000 views. Wow! Thanks for continuing to read :) and another smile for those who review, even if it's just asking me for another chapter soon! :)
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Her shift at the pizzeria was coming to an end.
Karen merely had to call out to her and the grin on the teen's face let Sora know that Leon was there, no doubt asking for her.
She walked over to his usual booth in the corner with his cup of water and lemon slice.
After putting it down, she grabbed her notepad and pen in order for appearances' sake. However, before she could ask him what he wanted, he began to speak while looking at the menu.
"I'll have two chicken alfredo dinners," his eyes slid over to hers and with a half smirk, he finished, "with you to go."
Her face flushed and she was momentarily torn between answering flirtatiously or in her usual no-nonsense-tone when he did something that was not appropriate between a server and a guest, regardless of their knowing each other.
"Well," she started, her initial response coming out, "what the customer wants, the customer gets."
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The bed creaked in time with their movements.
She was beneath him as her legs and arms wrapped around him. They were locked in an intimate kiss and she more than willingly followed the pace he set for their lovemaking. She moaned in deep, mindless pleasure, a sound soon echoed by him as his hips pushed her into the mattress and she was learning to roll her hips into his for a more satisfying friction and experience.
The new lesson was proving to be endless in its material to learn.
He was more than fine with that.
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From under the blanket, he laid half on top of her as they caught their breath.
When he made to move, her hands prevented him from doing so. "Stay," she lightly panted out, her bangs clinging to her face and forehead. "I," she halted as she blushed, not that it was truly visible beyond her already flushed body, "I like the weight."
He looked at her as he attempted to calm his pulse.
She felt him move and then she squeaked when he laid completely on top of her.
"Not your whole weight!"
He chuckled and she could feel the sound. She bit her lower lip at the thrilling vibrations it made against her body. He moved again, mostly off of her but kept an arm around her.
"Better?"
"Yes, Mr. Literal." She gave him a half grin. "I think someone needs to lay off the pizzas and pasta."
He softly scoffed. "Surely you're not suggesting I am out of shape."
She nipped his underjaw. "Ever heard the phrase, 'the truth hurts sometimes'?"
"I'm from Europe, not outer space," came his flat response.
She giggled from her spot under his chin. "Could have fooled me."
He rolled onto his back, bringing her along and half on top of him. She owlishly blinked at the change, but did not complain about it. From the new position, she could see his whole face instead of only a part of it. Even then, his face was half in shadow as the moon was not as full as last week.
She folded an arm on his chest and propped her chin on it.
"Were you joking about being jealous when I was talking with Ken earlier today?"
His eyes half opened from his light doze. "…Mostly," he admitted.
He hated lies, especially the ones he told himself. He tried to make an effort not to fool himself, but sometimes strong emotions covered the truth. He looked at her tilted head as she took in what he told her. I tried to tell myself that I didn't want her, didn't crave for her attention and love. That, of course, started in the beginning of their acquaintance and then re-emerged around the time when she had called him heartless and a manipulator. His pride didn't want to acknowledge that she was still on his mind. He managed to overcome that, but he was sure that his pride will still cause him trouble in the future.
"You don't need to be," she softly said, "I wouldn't want you to be jealous, if you somehow concluded that I would."
He watched, with growing appreciation for her, as her slender fingers reached out and lightly ran along the side of his face.
"Ken's just a friend, nothing more."
He was silent for a few moments. She laid her head against her arm and closed her eyes.
"If I had the energy," she heard him quietly say, "I'd make love to you again."
Her eyes flew open and her head shot up. "I'm tired," she said with an underlining whine and hint of incredibility.
He threw his head back and laughed. She was entranced by the deep, throaty sound. It didn't have a rusty quality to it like the last time, not that she hadn't liked it then, but this newer sound was fresher, stronger, and a crisper sound without a piece of cynicism to it.
"If I had the energy," he repeated with humor. "Meaning I do not at the current moment."
Her head fell back down against him with the reassurance that she'd get some sleep tonight. She pulled the blanket up some more and then rested her arm along his torso.
"…So you do see us as, erm, making love?"
His eyes stayed closed. "Yes," he started, but ended with a wiry question of, "unless you would prefer another term?"
"No," she quickly said, "I like that term."
He chuckled and his arm came around her. His hand stroking her side and back lulled her into a deep sleep. He soon followed as her soft body and even breathing calmed and soothed him.
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AN: I'm an incurable romantic! :P