When Leo presses his lips into hers for the first time, as he melts into it and the initial surprise fades away, Corrin feels all his build-up tension and frustration disappear in a mere second.
Soon, magic begins to spark in the air between the two of them and she almost feels as if her feet are not touching the ground anymore. Electricity surrounds them, and a smell of ozone hits her nose. She does not know if it his, hers or their magic reacting, but it feels good and very powerful.
Contrary to the rest of her body, though, the books that she had just taken from the shelves are becoming one million times heavier and slip carelessly from her arms. The volumes that he had asked her to procure and bring over to him are now laying on the floor near their feet, while she is clutching on his shirt with her now free hands.
He pulls away after just a few seconds, and his eyes move rapidly between all her features, but his gaze always gets stuck on his step-sister's lips for a little bit longer than it probably should. The library has always been quiet and lonely in the castle geared towards military campaigns, and that character only exacerbated with the war going on outside their walls. There is no-one who is coming to catch him in a faux-pas, but he still feels seen, he still desires to keep this to himself.
The blond girl, in turn, consider this her own little victory, to make his cold calculating brain go haywire with just a sight of she. She has always been patient with her younger step-brother, even when he was little but a pain. She knows that he needs a lot more time and effort to process his own feelings than any other average human being, thanks to the oppressive life in Windmere court.
Leo is nowhere near to being average, and she absolutely adores this about him.
Now, Corrin is the first to close the distance between the two of them, and she stand on her tiptoes to catch his lips again. Sometimes, his height could get quite annoying, she childishly notes, especially when they were younger and she was taller than him. More often than not, though, it makes her insides do a flip when he reaches for the higher shelves in the library to get a book for her.
He slightly pushes her forward until her back hits the side of one of the huge bookshelves slightly. She gasps, not having expected such a move from the usually awkward teen, but rather from a more experienced man, not that she unwelcomes the surprise. He traps her between the wooden bookcase and his body, curls his fingers deeper into her hair and tugs on it barely noticeably, but enough for her to take a sharp breath in, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
His other hand, then, slides from her waist, going lower and lower, down her hip, and Corrin catches his arm quickly, wrapping her fingers in taut, yet undefined muscle, fearing he would make her utter noises that are not quite in place for a supposedly empty library. It was quiet and few come to fetch a book, but it is best not to test their luck, lest they alert someone to what sort of business is going on inside.
She feels his lips curl into a slight smile, as he feels very self-satisfied that she has to control herself to resist his ministration. Without interrupting the kiss, she petulantly puts his hand back on her waist, to which he responds with pressing her ever tightly to his body.
His lips are not as soft as she thought they would be. She definitely ought to remind Leo to use the ointment that she made him a few weeks ago a little more often. He tastes like the bitter black coffee that he has had this morning, and his hair smells a lot like mint and some other herbs carefully meshed together in a signature scent, and she feels getting more and more addicted to him with every second that she feels his open mouth on hers and inhale his essence.
Corrin lets her hands finally let go of his shirt slowly, leaving crumbled fabric behind as she feels ever steadier on her legs. She ruffles his hair, pressing him harder to her as he does her, smiling into the kiss as the feel of her fingers on blond tresses is just as she imagined. She almost throws herself on him, trying to fit him like a perfectly suitable puzzle piece.
When they pull away from each other at last, Leo cups her face with his palms and puts his forehead to hers. His breathing is deep and heavy, almost panting, and so is hers. She leans into his touch, not being able to stop smiling in deep satisfaction.
He holds her like this for a little longer, hoping to burn the feeling deeply into his memory, and then slides his hands down her arms, taking her hands and intertwining their fingers tightly. He looks at her with an indescribable storm of emotions scattered across his beautiful face.
Suddenly, a thunder strikes behind his eyes and he decides to hide his gaze from hers in an instant, biting on his slightly swollen bottom lip. His cheeks are of a pretty rose shade, and Corrin is quite sure she has never seen anything lovelier.
When he finally parts his lips and takes a deep breath in, she interrupts him.
"I know." She says, giving his hands a light squeeze. "Me too."
His face almost does not change at all, only the corners of his mouth go up a little bit, but in his eyes, she sees happy sparks light up one by one, shining brighter than sun, moon or any stars. Just for her.
The lonely library, from then on, always had two attendees.
