Zara was in line and ready to show the digital ticket she'd purchased for Sulfur's concert. She'd gotten a weird but official-looking text and email asking her to arrive early, and she had followed the instructions since she'd planned to try and squeeze her way to the front of the mosh pit. Zara loved the band dearly and wouldn't miss an opportunity to get as close as possible. When she approached the desk, she smiled at the staff member and turned her phone to face them so she could scan the barcode on the screen. Her machine beeped twice, sounding a little offensive, and Zara waited, hoping that something hadn't gone wrong with her ticket purchase. Her heart raced as the staff member flicked through some things Zara couldn't see on their desk and produced a lanyard and a wristband.

"Here's your wristband. There's also a note here to give you a backstage pass for after the show. You'll need to go through the door with the red stripes left of the bar and show security the pass." They said, and Zara's eyes went wide as she wordlessly accepted the lanyard and wristband.

She was confused but put the lanyard over her head, said a strained thank you and walked towards the entrance to the hall. Placing the wristband on her right wrist, she was still bewildered and tried to remember if she'd purchased a VIP ticket or something. Grabbing out her phone from her pocket, she flicked through to find the email with her ticket and saw that it was general admission. She recalled no other tickets except general admission and some seated. Shaking her head, at a loss, she continued inside and was pleased to see that there weren't many people inside yet. Coming early had been a good move. She went straight to the fence at the front and smiled at the people next to her.

"Zee!"

A familiar voice called to her from her right, and she turned to see Aaron.

"Hey! I didn't think you'd get here so early." Zara said after strolling over to stand next to him at the fence.

"I came…a while ago." He said kind of strangely, but she figured he just couldn't remember how long ago it was. "I got your text saying what time you would get here, so I wanted to make sure I was here too."

"Glad I found you then. I'm so excited!" She bounced on the balls of her feet. "Full warning, I will cry. And scream. A lot."

Aaron laughed. "That's fine. I know how much you love them. You've told me every day since you first heard their music."

Zara grinned and continued bouncing on the balls of her feet joyously. Years ago, she had fallen in love with this band, Sulfur, and loved their dynamic style with influences from different genres. The members all wore masks and hid their identities, focusing solely on the music rather than the people. It was great that Aaron and Leon liked the same music as her, but Leon couldn't attend the concert, unfortunately. Things had changed rapidly between them since they'd left the album release party. Like most budding relationships, it was hot and heavy, but her comfort with Leon had taken Zara off guard. It was a benefit of having worked together for a few months since they'd gotten to know each other, but she wondered if he felt more comfortable with her because she resembled Red. Even if that was true, she understood. She'd been flattered that Leon had fallen so in love with an imagined woman who resembled her since she had also been interested in him when they'd spotted each other in the coffee shop. Thankfully, the universe had given her a break since she had been too nervous to speak to or ask for his number. It had worked out in the end, for which she was very grateful. It was a shame he couldn't attend the concert, though.

After talking with Aaron for a while, the hall began filling up with people, but they kept their spot at the front. Two supporting acts were performed first, one Zara had not listened to before and one she liked. The one she wasn't familiar with was playing first, and she and Aaron enjoyed their set. The second band played, and Zara sang along with the songs she knew well. They both had a great time.

There was a twenty or so minute gap before the headliner would start, and Zara was so excited that she clapped Aaron on the back so hard that he coughed loudly. She quickly apologised, and Aaron shook his head with a laugh.

Suddenly, the lights went out. An instrumental piece that Zara recognised as the start of the Sulfur set played loudly, and the crowd cheered. It was really dark, but being so close, Zara could see the band members coming onto the stage.

Abruptly, the lights came back on, and the band began to play, starting with a popular track. The crowd was cheering loudly, including Zara, who knew she would lose her voice from screaming and singing so much. She'd accepted that, though, having done this many times before when she'd seen her favourite bands, including Sulfur. Part of the reason she loved the band so much was the talented vocalist, who was also the primary songwriter. His range was incredible with both clean and screaming vocals, and Zara was stunned, even though she had seen them perform before, at how impressive and almost angelic his voice was. It was better than hearing it recorded. The vocalist and the rest of the band wore black jeans and long flowing black shirts, more like tunics. Their masks were all similar, white with the band's logo in black, except for the vocalist, which was black with a white logo. He also had the band's logo in dripping white paint on his tunic. His voice was even more beautiful than the last time she'd seen them perform. Black paint was smeared on their hands and arms, likely covering up tattoos and other identifying characteristics.

It was exhilarating, and she and Aaron glanced at each other with big smiles as the third song ended. They had been singing along, cheering loudly and having a fantastic time. Later on in the set, Zara's favourite song began playing. The music was heavy initially, and she banged her head in time. The vocalist was moving around the stage, but when he started singing, he moved in front of her and Aaron. This song was incredibly groovy despite being metal, and Zara swung her hips to the beat as she watched the vocalist, enraptured in his stage presence. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, and just before the breakdown, there was a high note that he hit perfectly, making her jaw drop. There was a short instrumental section, and he zipped over to play the keyboard during it before he went back to singing, with lyrics that Zara thought were passionate and evocative.

The vocalist dropped to his knees in front of her as he sang, and her heart raced as he reached his hand out towards her. Although she couldn't see his eyes through his mask, she could have sworn he was looking right at her, singing directly to her soul. The song's last line was 'Our souls intertwined', and he continued reaching his arm out to her as he sang it, then closing his fingers to point in her direction. When the song finished, he stood up and disappeared side-stage, along with the other members, likely taking a quick water break. Zara was still in complete shock, her mouth open, when Aaron nudged her with his elbow. She looked over to him, blinking slowly with widened eyes, and he laughed at her stunned expression.

The band returned and continued their set, and Zara was so happy. Suddenly, they began performing a new song they'd only recently released, surprising Zara. It was a fantastic mix of heavy riffs, drum beats, melodic vocals, and emotive lyrics. It was the song Leon had shown her, and he had somehow had it just before it was released digitally. Since it came out, Zara had listened to it at least several times a day and knew it by heart.

'In the depths of shadowed halls, I find you

A spectre that consumes my soul

The void within me echoes hollow

Your touch, a phantom whisper in the darkness'

Zara sang and screamed along to the words, Aaron beside her doing the same. She cheered, clapped, sang, and yelled as they finished their last song and then left the stage to a chorus of applause. The show was phenomenal and even better than the last time she'd seen them. Aaron was similarly pleased and grinned at her. They hugged happily before separating with a laugh, and then Aaron indicated to her lanyard.

"You've got somewhere to be." He said cryptically.

"It seems I do. I'll see you later?" She said with a smile.

Aaron nodded, and she headed to the bar and saw the closed double door with the red stripes. A security guard was in front of it, and she awkwardly shuffled over and showed her pass to them. They nodded, opened one of the doors, and stepped aside to let her through. She thanked them and entered a short hallway; she could hear voices but couldn't see anyone yet. Continuing towards the voices, she felt pretty sheepish and wondered if she was going the right way. Briefly, she wondered how Aaron knew what the lanyard was for, but she chalked it up to industry knowledge. When the hallway curved to the right, another security guard glanced down to see if she had a pass. She held it up blankly, and they gestured for her to continue through and then turn left.

Following their directions, she turned left and saw the band members in what looked like a green room/dressing room area, still in their masks. Her jaw dropped in stunned silence, and they all got up to greet her excitedly. The bassist was the most energetic on stage and practically ran to her. He was so much taller than her, and she looked up towards his masked face with eyes vast as saucers and shrunk backwards in shock.

"Finally, you're here!" He said enthusiastically and grabbed her hand. She immediately noticed his prominent English accent. She knew the band was based in England, but not that they were English.

He ushered her toward a door on the right, and the drummer and guitarist said hello to her as she passed them. Zara was utterly dumbfounded and could only go along with the bassist tugging her. She did her best to remember not to look like a slack-jawed idiot and closed her mouth.

"Oi!" The bassist knocked on the door loudly once, then looked at her and tilted his head to one side.

From the shadows on his mask, she was sure he was grinning. He gave her a wiggling finger wave before returning to sit on the nearby couch. The other guys were not so subtly watching her and seeing what would happen while they attempted to appear busy by drinking water and chatting, and she smiled politely back at them.

The door opened with a slight creak, and Zara's head whirled back to see the vocalist smiling at her. He held out his hand for her, smeared with paint. She took it with stunned silence, and he led her inside and closed the door behind them. Her eyes were wide with surprise, and her heart raced. There was still some black paint on his arms, but it looked like most of it had come off with sweat.

"I wasn't sure if you would come." His voice was deep yet soft, with an English accent, and a bell of recognition sounded in her mind. She pushed the thought away, thinking it was outlandish.

Reaching up behind his head, he started to undo his mask, and she yelped in panic and turned her back on him.

"What are you doing?!" She asked in alarm, unsure why he was taking the mask off.

"Zara. You know me."

The way he said her name was like a finger gently moving over a silk sheet. She recognised that immediately and spun back around with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Leon?" She blurted out without thinking.

Her outlandish thought was correct.

When the mask was lifted off his head, Leon's face was underneath, to her shock and awe. He was clean-shaven, and black paint smudged over his revealed face. She knew he was incredibly talented as a producer, musician, lyricist and songwriter, but she'd never heard him sing. In all the time they'd worked together, she'd never heard him sing or hum. He already knew about her love for the band and had seen her tattoo of their logo. He would have been in her car, listening to his music as she drove him to appointments or the studio. She played his music almost constantly when she was cleaning or working. Leon would have heard her singing the songs he wrote and sang with his angelic voice.

But he didn't say anything.

It made sense, though. The band's masks and hidden identity were for the purpose of focusing on the music, and the more Zara thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place. Of course, he would keep it secret since she would have figured out who he was the minute he had sung around her. His voice was so iconic and unique that she could pick it up instantly, so he would have known not to sing around her unless he wanted to reveal himself. Aaron likely knew, though; it explained some of the weird moments she'd witnessed. When Aaron had said he had arrived a while ago, he might have hidden that he had come with Leon, hence his strangely cryptic answer. There were days at the studio when the calendar was blocked out, but Leon said that Zara didn't need to come in. The big picture suddenly became clear.

Leon smiled at her, watching silently as her thoughts ran amok in her mind. He must have recognised that she was processing everything and didn't intrude or interrupt. His mask was in his hand, and she stared at it and exhaled heavily and audibly.

"I wanted to tell you…" He started but trailed off and ended up shrugging with a faint huff.

Placing the mask on the dresser behind him, he walked towards her and sheepishly opened his arms for her with a hopeful smile.

"Whoa, wait." He said abruptly, then turned towards the dresser. "I'm filthy."

"I don't care." She replied, still in shock.

Pulling his tunic off over his head, he grabbed a navy shirt and put it on before extending his arms out to her again. She grinned, moved into him, and put her arms around his waist. He held her tightly as if he needed to breathe her in to survive. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and she felt him smile against her skin as his fingers tangled into her hair.

Zara could feel her chest pressing into his as he held her close. She felt as he pressed a light kiss to her neck, but it ignited her a little more than she expected. Seeing him smeared with paint, sweaty and briefly shirtless had sent her mind right to the gutter. A hissed breath escaped her before she could stop it, and she felt Leon tense in reply. Leon pulled back from her but didn't let her go. His vulnerable expression made her think that he felt better now that she knew it was him behind the mask of her favourite band, and she understood completely why there was a need for secrecy. But he clearly trusted her enough to tell her.

"Would you like to come to my place?" He asked softly, just pulling back enough to look at her.

"I would." She answered with a cheeky smirk.

"Let's go then," Leon said, kissing her hair before he turned towards the door to leave.

The rest of the band had waited patiently, aside from the drummer, who was not so subtly strolling away from the direction of the door that Leon opened. They all had removed their masks and looked ready to leave. She kept her eyes lowered, wanting to respect their anonymity. One of them walked over to Leon and clapped him on the shoulder, making him laugh. They moved to stand before her, but she kept her head down.

"Nice to finally meet you!" He said to her, extending a hand for her to shake. "Leon hasn't shut up about you."

Instinctively, she took his hand and looked up to greet him properly but dropped her chin a second later.

"It's alright," Leon reassured her, and she raised her head slowly.

"I'm Nick."

"Nice to meet you, too." Zara grinned at him.

"Felix," Felix said with a cheery smile, but she could see he was tired.

"Taylor. Leon's told us a lot about you and your beautiful voice." Taylor offered with a grin, and Zara's eyes narrowed at his comment.

"Huh?" She blinked slowly before turning to Leon, standing on her left and stared at him in accusation.

"Uhh, I may have videos of you singing while you were working at the studio, and I may have shown them cause you were singing our stuff." Leon smiled innocently at her.

Zara rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. She was flattered that Leon enjoyed hearing her sing their songs so much that he secretly recorded her and showed it to his bandmates. It was embarrassing, but only because she thought her voice was terrible compared to…well, Leon's as she now knew.

"Speaking of which, I do have some ideas to talk to you about now that you know my secret," Leon commented mysteriously, nudging her with his arm.

Zara frowned in confusion but nodded anyway since she figured they would talk about it later. They all chatted and talked about the show for a few minutes.

There was a knock on the door, and that must have signalled for them to get ready to leave. Zara stayed on Leon's right, and he grasped her hand to lead her to wherever they were going. She'd already sorted out her transport and looked up train times to make the trip back to her apartment with Aaron, but he likely knew she was with Leon and wasn't worried. Despite that, Zara sent him a quick text to make sure he knew her plans and to ask him to let her know when he got home safely. Aaron had likely expected all of this, so he would have prepared for it. She also understood now why Leon wasn't coming to the gig. He was, but not as a spectator. It also explained why he hadn't messaged her since earlier today. The pieces were falling into place the more she thought about it. The other day, she asked him why he suddenly shaved his facial hair, and he just shrugged in answer. She'd complained about it, joking that she thought she looked too old for him now. He would have to for the show and was likely more comfortable with the mask on.

The hallways were clear of staff, which made sense since they would want to avoid being seen. Someone that Zara didn't recognise opened the door for them that led outside, and a cool gust of wind blew through her hair. A few cars were waiting, and the guys all said goodbye to each other and her. Despite only meeting her within the last 15 minutes, they were delightful and friendly, each giving her a big hug.

Felix's hug was the longest. He whispered to her as they hugged. "Thank you."

"For what?" She whispered in reply, dumbfounded.

His answer was simple: "For making him so happy". He pulled back and grinned brightly.

After their goodbyes, Felix got in the front car, Leon and Zara in the second, and Nick and Taylor in the third. Leon explained that they all lived here in the city limits but a ways apart. Nick and Taylor lived together around 40 minutes away, and Felix lived with his partner about 25 minutes away from Leon's apartment.

Leon told her they wanted to be close to home once they got in the car, as it was the first time they'd performed since his accident. Despite his assurances that he was fine, the guys didn't want to risk going on an extensive tour too quickly, so they settled on a local show and go from there depending on how he felt. Since everything went well, they would likely go on a country-wide tour within the next 8-12 months. Zara nodded along in understanding, pleased to know that he was being well looked after by his bandmates.

Their ride took about 30 minutes, and the whole time was spent chatting about the show. Zara told him how much she enjoyed it and how well he performed. He was fantastic on stage, his presence incredibly awe-inspiring, so she wanted to ensure he knew it. She ranted and raved about how she'd had such a good time and hoped that he was pleased with her praise. Leon was primarily silent, barely able to get a word in with her excited rambling, but his smile told her that he didn't mind one bit.

She praised Taylor's brilliant drum solo and Nick and Felix's skills, then her jaw dropped. She remembered Leon gesturing and pointing to her at the end of 'Weave', where he sang the line 'Our souls, intertwined'. Whacking him playfully on the shoulder a few times, he smirked deviously, likely realising why she was making a fuss.

"Wait…you. During Weave!" Was all she could manage, still whacking him.

"Mmm?" He said with a knowing tone and an eyebrow raised.

"You sang to me!?" Zara exclaimed, and he continued to look pleased with himself.

"I did." He answered smugly.

"Y-you can't do that!" She stuttered in whispered outrage.

"Why not?" His loaded question caused her to huff in mild frustration.

"Because you almost caused me to go into heart failure in the middle of your set!" She said in a hissed whisper since they were in the car.

"Oh, is that all?" He feigned nonchalance but was clearly smug.

Now, she was getting a good picture of what he was really like. The cockiness was rare, but she liked it. He was very modest in his recording and producing work, almost to the point of calm dismissiveness. She enjoyed how much he had already figured her out and how to push her buttons just the right way. He watched her closely, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes darkened with what she assumed were seductive thoughts. The playful air between them sobered as Leon seemed to be thinking. He frowned momentarily as she waited to see what he would say.

"I didn't mean to keep this from you. I just…" He trailed off quietly.

"You do not have to explain or justify anything to me," Zara said as she raised her hand to prevent him from apologising or seeking forgiveness.

"It's not that I wanted to hide it from you." Leon continued.

"It's fine. Really. I understand that you need to keep it under wraps. I'll keep your secret, and thank you for trusting me." She put her hand on her chest to show that his faith wasn't lost on her, and he nodded in understanding.

"Thank you for enjoying my music. It makes me so happy." Leon's bright smile was mesmerising.

"I can't believe you've listened to me butcher your beautiful vocals without saying anything for so long. It's really embarrassing." Zara groaned dramatically.

"Ah, not at all. In fact, I want you to do some backing vocals for the next album." His suggestion made her jaw drop.

"You're kidding, right?" She laughed in disbelief.

"Your harmonies are fucking phenomenal. I've already started writing something for us, and we can practice whenever we want, both at the studio and at home." He said, then brushed some hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek encouragingly. His voice just made his compliment hit harder. She could just listen to him speak for hours, about anything, just to hear the sound of it.

"What?! I'm not ready for that!" Her exclamation only made Leon laugh, which she hoped indicated his confidence in her.

"Let me show it to you later. It's on my laptop." He replied, still laughing.

"Thank fuck I've got a great producer to help me." She nudged his ribs with her elbow.

The car stopped in front of his building, and Leon hopped out and held a hand out for her with a smile. She took it as she stepped onto the path, then closed the car door behind her. They entered the foyer, rode on the elevator in pleasant silence, and then arrived at his door. Leon unlocked it and let them in, switching on the entryway light as they took their shoes off. Zara bent over to unzip her boots and felt Leon's gaze on her. She looked up at him, catching him red-handed as he stared at her ass. His cheeky grin made her laugh in response, knowing he was busted.

Leon ran his hand through his hair and smiled at her. His eyes were dark, his gaze suggestive, and she was probably blushing. It was unlikely that he realised just how much of an effect he had on her, even just by looking at her in a certain way. Or maybe he did, and that's why he did it.

"Hello, darling." His accent made the pet name all the more enticing. "I have a confession to make," he admitted cryptically.

"Go on…" She stepped out of her boots and straightened up.

"I really wanted to tear off your clothes while we were in the dressing room. But...I knew we wouldn't have any privacy, so I waited until we got back here." He stepped closer to her, merely inches from her.

Zara greatly appreciated how patient he was with allowing her the chance to reciprocate and give her consent. He always seemed to stop short to ensure she was okay with whatever happened between them, even though she was just as ravenous as him. She didn't want to discourage him, so she reached out to put her hands on his chest, then clasped her fingers together over the back of his neck and tugged gently. His brown eyes were glazed over and darkened with thoughts of whatever he wanted to do to her, which she would happily submit to. In fact, she planned to encourage his seduction as much as possible.

"Oh, how considerate of you."

He leaned over to kiss her temple, his hand cupping her jaw to keep her in place while the other pressed against the small of her back to close the gap between them. She could feel him smiling against her skin, his breath fanning through her hair. His lips traced down her face, and he spoke next to her ear.

"Mmm, every sound you make is for my ears alone." His voice was low and tempting.

"You seem very confident in your ability to elicit such sounds from me." Zara enjoyed egging him on, hoping that it would cause him to continue in his seducing her. Not that he really had to try.

"Oh, I plan to work hard to see just what sounds I can get you to make. I love hearing you moan my name." His confidence was enthralling, and she knew that he was right. He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering in just the right way to promise good things to come.

"Mm, I look forward to your results." Her responding soft moan seemed to push him over the edge, and Zara happily accepted everything he would give.

Tilting her chin back with his thumb, he kissed her with fire, making her toes curl against the cool tiles beneath her. As the rest of their bodies came together, she could feel that he was already hard, making her feel flattered that she had such an effect on him. She felt his tongue run across her bottom lip and enjoyed his pleasured exhale as she pulled it in between her lips to suck on it suggestively. Leon wasted no time putting his hand on the waistband of her pants, desperately trying to undo them in record time. Zara loved his eagerness and found satisfaction in how much he seemed to want her.

Neither seemed to care about anything aside from each other at this moment. Leon pressed Zara against the wall and allowed her to remove her jeans that had fallen to her ankles. His hand practically flew to dive into her underwear, fingers grazing between Zara's legs in a way that made her knees weak. She held onto him, needing support so that she didn't collapse into a panting, wet mess on the floor. Unable to stop the moans falling from her lips any longer, Leon watched her face as her head tilted back against the wall. His smug grin told her that he was very much enjoying her reactions to his touch as he gently eased a finger inside of her. Her hips bucked against his hand, trying to encourage more contact. Just more of everything he was giving her. He seemed to relish significantly in teasing her and driving her mad with desire for him.

"Zara...fuck." Leon's voice was husky in her ear, and his patience seemed to thin ever further.

Moving further into the apartment, shirts were rapidly discarded on the floor. They headed towards his bathroom, kissing and touching along the way. Although they barely kept their hands off each other, they somehow managed to shower and dry off despite the distraction. Once Zara hung her towel up, Leon all but pounced on her.

He marched them both towards the couch in his living room, making her sit down as he stood before her. Stopping him from moving over her, looking up at him as she pulled the towel off his hips torturously slowly. Leon had barely given her a chance to have the upper hand in their first couple of physical forays, so Zara fully intended on taking advantage while he was naked before her.

His head lolled back as Zara wrapped her hand around Leon's cock, before she dragged her tongue along the length. She could see his jaw clench and his eyes squeeze shut tightly; all the while, his chest heaved with his breathing. He couldn't stifle his low, rumbling moan as he tangled his fingers into her hair as she took him in her mouth. Hearing it made the heat build within her, and she took great pride in how his knees almost buckled beneath him. She continued and glanced upwards to see his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

"Za...please," He said breathlessly, almost to a point where she barely understood him. His hand in her hair held onto her tightly, trying to stop her from moving, so she acquiesced and released him.

Dropping to his knees in front of the couch, he kissed her fervently before he kissed along her jawline and down her neck. With a hand on her chest, he gently nudged her to lean against the back of the couch and smirked deviously as he put his mouth between her legs. It was likely some form of pleasurable payback, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the incredible feeling of him devouring her.

Just before she reached her high, she whimpered at the feeling of him moving away, but it only lasted a second. He twisted her on the couch and positioned himself between her legs that she promptly wrapped around his hips.

"You okay?" He asked breathlessly.

She could only manage a smile and nod before he pressed against her, then felt him push inside gently. Her back arched off the couch, and Leon watched her with barely restrained lust in his eyes as he bit his lip. He took a slow breath before he set a slow pace, Zara tilting her hips and pulling him into her with her legs around him. Leon's hands grasped whatever he could reach, her thighs, hips, and breasts. Leaning over to kiss her, she tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging a little tighter in time with his thrusts. His pace was quickly building her back to her climax, and he seemed to notice this. Grasping her legs, he hiked them up onto his shoulders to allow him to hit deeper within her and make her feel more full with him inside her. Her legs shook at the feeling, and she moaned his name loudly in response.

"Feel good, love?"

"Mm, please don't stop." She begged him wantonly.

"Ah, fuck." He said as he squeezed his eyes closed.

Zara was so close, and her pleasured gasps and moans sounded through the apartment. Abruptly, Leon pulled out of her, and he buried his face between her legs. Her toes curled tightly, and she came seconds later and called out his name, feeling his groan of approval against her skin. As she came down, she reached for him, having fisted her hands in the couch cushions beneath her. He took her hand and kissed it before hovering over her again.

"You're so beautiful." He smiled. "I'm not finished with you yet." His smile turned devilish.

Tugging her to her feet, he led them to his bedroom, and Zara took it upon herself to kneel on the edge of his bed. Her ass was raised in the air, and he groaned loudly as he stood behind her and entered her once more. The passionate sounds were just as intense, mixed with curses and each other's names.

"Harder." She begged him, and he acquiesced after growling primally.

Zara's arms collapsed, and Leon grabbed one, pinning it across her back as he gave her exactly what she wanted. She loved hearing him moan and was further turned on by knowing he felt good. Leon's knees almost gave way, and then he promptly flopped onto the bed. Clambering on top of him, she put her hands on his chest and sank her hips down onto him. He grasped her hips in response, guiding and encouraging her to bounce and grind on him to her heart's content. His eyes were transfixed on her, barely blinking as he stared unabashedly.

Hitting a particularly good spot, she continued the same motion and pace as her moans reached a new octave.

"That's it, Zara," Leon said breathlessly. "Such a good girl."

His praise made her feel even better, and she continued precisely what she was doing.

"Come for me." His thumb rubbed against her in circles between her legs, and she felt her body tense in response.

Going quiet briefly, her head snapped backwards, and her back arched forward as she shattered. Her legs shook, and Leon's name fell from her lips repeatedly.

Barely giving her a break, he flipped them over whilst remaining inside her before he began thrusting into her with intensity. Zara certainly didn't mind him being rough with her, and Leon knew she liked it. Taking the cue, he wrapped his hand across her throat possessively, stopping her from looking away from him. He didn't place much pressure on her, but she still felt his subtle strength anyway. Driving into her hard now, the whole bed moved in time with them. Zara's fingernails grazed across Leon's back as she continued to match his pace by tilting her hips up to meet him.

"Zara, I can't…" His voice was strained, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his timing became more erratic.

"Leon." She called to him and felt him pull out of her and watched as he came on her stomach.

He was no longer able to hold his weight up, so he flopped onto the bed beside her. A few seconds later, he kissed her shoulder and rolled onto his side to face her. He did his best to catch his breath and sat up after a few seconds. His warm smile told her how happy he was.

Once they'd caught their breath, he led her to the shower and turned the water on once more. He had two towels ready earlier, and she smiled at him. He must have got the extra one out, hoping she would return to his place tonight. They had been abandoned in the living room somewhere, but that wasn't a problem for present Zara.

Kissing her cheek swiftly, he stepped inside the shower, and she followed him after putting her hair in a bun so it wouldn't get wet. It had fallen out after putting it up for their first shower just after they'd gotten back.

"You okay?" He asked her softly.

"Very much so." She nodded and smiled in satisfaction.

He chuckled. "I hope I wasn't too rough." He said with hesitance, glancing at her throat.

"Not at all. I like it rough." She smirked at him, wanting to encourage him.

"But, you're so small. I don't want to hurt you." Leon's concern was sweet, and she appreciated it.

"You won't hurt me." Her genuine smile drew him in, and he observed her momentarily before pulling her in for a kiss.

"If I could, I'd keep you in the bedroom for a month." He whispered softly.

"Mm, that would be nice." She smirked cheekily.

"I think I'll definitely have to ravish you in the dressing room eventually, though. It'll be fun to watch you try to keep quiet." His suggestive tone promised that she would enjoy it.

"You'd struggle just as much as I would." Zara pointed out with a snarky tone.

"I blame that on you feeling so incredible."

"That's fine with me."

After they'd showered and dried off again, they didn't bother getting dressed and just climbed under the covers in bed. Leon put his arm under Zara's head and pulled her close so she could rest her head on his chest. He nuzzled the tip of his nose into her hair.

"Goodnight, darling."

"Night, Leon."

They both swiftly fell asleep…