He pulled back enough to look into her eyes, and read the deep longing there that matched his own. He leaned in and claimed her lips, then shifted, guiding her onto her back on the bed without breaking the kiss.
"Leo..." Her closed eyes gradually opened and met his. "What about...?" There were so many things that went on the end of that sentence, she couldn't pick one. She didn't need to. He already knew them all.
"It's okay," he assured her, running a hand along her body. Deep, passionate desire reflected in his eyes as he looked down at her, and for a moment, his breath caught. "I love you," he finally managed, locking stares with her. "I love you so much..."
"I love you, too."
"I need you."
Les felt a shiver run down her spine. It went on, down to her toes and back up, and she slid her arm around behind his neck, arching up to kiss him deeply. She could already feel her breathing deepening. "I need you too..."
She needed him to make sense of the mass of emotions in her mind, to hold her and make everything okay. She was confused and overwhelmed. This was all too sudden and now there were people looking to kill her houseguests? Her lover and his family? That was extremely unnerving. And she was afraid. She needed him more than he could possibly know.
She relaxed, arms sliding up around his shoulders as she felt his hands roam over her. Her eyes remained locked on his as excitement ran its course through her. He had that look in his eyes. That lustful look she'd wanted to see so badly for so long... and now she had him. In her bed, in her arms... And it was right. It was good. Even if the situation was all wrong... this was good. The feel of his hands on her made everything good, just for a moment. It drowned out the confusion, warming her soul with that heat she felt at the thought of what he wanted to do to her. With her.
He hesitated, and she could see the debate in his eyes. The frustration, the tension, the anger and desperation... it was all so evident in his stare. The need to escape from all of that. But he held it back, for her sake. He leaned down, kissing her gently, his hands running along her body through the nightshirt she wore. She watched him, massaging gently at his shoulders with her fingertips. Through the wall, she could hear the television, the rapid-fire machine gun of some action flick from her collection. But she felt as if it were in another dimension. Her eyes were locked on his, even as she kissed back, licking his lips lightly as he pulled away.
Leo churred softly as he took in her scent, the heady pheromones he'd been forcing himself to ignore for so long. He lost himself in them now, enjoying the smell of her, and what it did to his body. He breathed deep, nuzzling her, realizing how much he'd missed her gentle touch. He shut out the sounds of his family as he licked along her neck, tasting her, allowing himself to get caught up in a world where she was all that mattered.
"Leo?"
He pulled back just enough to answer her. "Hmm?"
"I..." He pulled back to look down on her, trying to read the look in her eyes as she ran her fingers along his lips. "I'm scared..."
Every protective instinct inside of him kicked up all at once as her words registered, and he wrapped his arms around her, slipping them both under her back. "Don't be," he whispered, bracing his weight over her. He hugged her tight, letting her see just for an instant how strong he was. She gasped at the embrace that took her breath right out of her lungs. "Don't be afraid."
She stared at him with a look of pure innocence. After a moment of studying her, he leaned down and kissed her cheek lightly. "Don't be afraid, Leslie," he whispered. "I won't leave your side tonight."
"Not just tonight," she whimpered. "It's... all of this." He stared down at her and saw the pain in her eyes. "I just..." She looked away. "I don't know what to think. I mean... that girl out there - what's her name?"
"Laura."
"She's still unconscious!"
"She'll pull through," he whispered. "She's tougher than she looks."
"And your brother's still missing. And your home is..." She trailed off. He was glad she hadn't finished that statement. "It's... not okay." She scraped her nails lightly over his hard shell, eyes still locked on his. "What if it's you next time? What if you get hurt? I mean... these guys are serious about this..."
Leonardo's gaze didn't waver. He didn't flinch at the thought, or the memories that blatantly came with it. He watched as the tears welled up in her eyes, and brought an arm out from under her to brush at her lips. "Leslie, we were trained for this," he whispered. His voice was almost cold, distinctly detatched. But his eyes softened as soon as the words had escaped his lips, and he ran his fingers through her hair. "You knew that from the start, Les. I never tried to hide it from you."
Her hands went to either side of his face, eyes filled to overflowing with tears of worry. "I know that. But it's just... I'm so worried about you. All of you!"
Leo smothered her with kisses, fingers running through her hair and along the side of her neck. He didn't know what to say to her. He wasn't about to sugar coat it. They did want to kill him and if they succeeded, it would likely be a fairly gruesome death. He had accepted that long ago. But it didn't surprise him that acceptance came much harder for her. "It's okay, Leslie," he whispered. "Please don't worry."
She dropped her arms and he watched her as she tried to hold back the tears. She didn't quite succeed. They fell silently, kissed away by his warm lips, and she sniffled a few times as his arms circled around her again. "God, Leo..." She sniffled again, and wiped her eyes, trying to get a grip on herself. "I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I know. This is stupid. And I knew this before. I just... I'm scared."
He held her close, kissing the saline from her cheeks as he nuzzled her. "It's not stupid," he reassured her. "You have every right to be scared."
She shook her head. "I just... I don't know what to think. There's so much coming at me all at once... And it's so hard..."
He kissed her lightly, still holding her tight to his chest. "There's nothing right now," he breathed. "Nothing but you and me and this room."
"But I..."
"Shh..." He touched his finger to her lips and gazed down into her teary eyes. "There's nothing."
She fell silent, staring up at him, and he smiled just faintly as he tracked his fingers along the neckline of her shirt. "Right now... there's just us... here..." He leaned down and kissed her deeply, lingering for a long moment as he savored the taste of her.
She calmed slowly as he kissed her. By the time he pulled away, her breathing was a little more regular. She was still trembling slightly in his arms, but he didn't question it. He knew what she was feeling. The numb shock of the situation had worn off, and the emotions she'd kept bottled up for the past week for lack of a place to let them out were right at the surface now. He had been down that road a dozen times himself, and he knew the open, vulnerable, fearful feeling that came with it.
"I'm just..." She breathed again, calming her emotions as she raised her arms and draped them over his shoulders. "I'm not used to having people wanting to kill someone I love..."
He smiled faintly as he brushed back and forth over her cheek with his thumb. "I want to make love to you," he breathed. "I want you to feel better, to feel safe. Will you let me?"
She nodded slightly, relaxing noticeably in his arms. She spread her fingers across the back of his head and pulled him down into a gentle kiss. He hummed softly and kissed back, his fingers lightly rubbing against her ribs through the shirt. "Shh..."
She stared up at him, calming her breathing, letting his touch soothe her. She turned to the side and reached for the light, turning it out and plunging the room into darkness. It took her eyes a moment to adjust before she could see the dim light from outside her window reflecting in his eyes. She smiled at the sight of it. "You know..." She sniffled one last time, then ran her fingers up his hard biceps to his shoulders again. "I think I could actually get used to the idea of having you here with me every night." She smiled faintly, trying to encourage herself. "Especially if we get to do this..."
He smiled. "I think I could get used to it too..." He brushed her hair back, fanning it around her, and nuzzled her gently. "You're so beautiful." A shiver ran through him as he pulled back and looked down at her again. There she was, lying beneath him, eyes glistening in the moonlight. And she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. He felt a stirring between his legs, and leaned down to kiss her.
She moaned softly, lightly running her nails up and down his hard muscles. Her hips raised, and ground against him a bit. He watched her eyes, enjoying that excited feeling that ran along his nerves. "You're so..." She searched for a moment for a word that could describe in some way what he made her feel, but she was unsuccessful. Finally, she just shook her head, and a smile crept across her face. "... you." Her voice lowered to a whisper, and she nuzzled him gently. "And I love you so much..."
He churred softly, low in his throat. He could feel his shell becoming more and more constricted. Very slowly, he ran his hands along her sides and up to her breasts, watching her face. "I love you too..." He slid his hands back down her sides and up under her shirt to her breasts, rolling and teasing the nipples.
Her breath caught the instant he touched her skin, and she sighed contentedly as he cupped her breasts. "Leo...?" Her eyes slid closed as she ran her hands up his arms, to his shoulders, and to the back of his skull, twining her fingers in the tails of his bandana.
"Hmm?"
She shuddered, and continued in a shaky whisper as her nipples hardened between his fingertips. "That feels... so good..."
"Incredible," he agreed, pushing her shirt up to bare her to the cool air. She squirmed out of it, and he dropped it to the floor beside the bed before bringing his hands immediately back to her breasts.
She moaned softly as she brought her hands to the back of his head again and pulled his bandana up, off his head. She held it loosely between her fingers as she spread her arms out on the bed, letting him have full reign. She arched up to capture his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, drawing him back down with her. After a moment, she moved her kisses to the side of his mouth, along his jaw. She was breathless. "I've never wanted... anything... the way that I've wanted you..."
He tipped his head, nibbling at her jaw and neck as his hands slid down over her stomach to the boxers she wore, lingering at the waistband. "You have me..."
She raised her hips off the bed as she wove her fingers in his bandana, bringing her other hand to the back of his head again. "And you have me..."
He quickly slid the boxers off, sliding down her body as he impatiently drew them down her legs and tossed them aside. The chur in his throat grew louder as he smelled her scent. He kissed her navel, and trailed up to her breasts again. "I love you..."
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up to his waiting mouth. She moaned as the wet heat closed over her, his tongue swirling around the nipple. She moaned softly and writhed under his touch, fingers working along his spine, just under the lip of his shell where his skin was more sensitive. She parted her legs wide, deliberately sending a wave of her pheromones up to greet him. "Touch me, Leo... Touch me everywhere, please..."
He hissed, and drew his hands down. One rested on her hip while the other made its way down between her legs, lightly brushing against her clit. Her lips parted as she gave a quiet, high moan, writhing under his attentions. It had been so long... "Leo..."
A sudden, loud thud! against the floor of her apartment made her jump, sending a surge of adrenaline through her, and she struggled to sit up as reflexes triggered. Leo's reflexes were even faster, and he was already reaching for his weapon by the time they heard Mike's voice through the wall. "Dude, not funny!" And yet he was laughing. "There's people tryin' ta sleep under us..."
Donatello chuckled. Leo released the breath he'd been holding, and took his hand from the hilt of his sword. "Hey, I wasn't the one who fell off the couch..."
Leslie laughed a bit nervously and watched the wall for a moment. "They're gonna wake my neighbors..."
Leonardo sighed. "They know how to be quiet..." He pulled away, staggering to his feet and to the door. She pulled the blanket up around her as he opened the door. "Can you two keep it down?" he called quietly into the living room. "We're not supposed to be here, remember?"
Snickering answered him. "Sorry, Leo."
Leonardo hesitated for a long moment, then returned to the side of the bed. He stripped his belt and laid it carefully on the floor, well within reach. She smiled up at him as he took off his pads. His mask was still locked in her fingers, and he left it there, finally leaning down beside her again. "Now... where were we?" he whispered, trying to bring back the atmosphere that had been interrupted.
She smiled and parted her legs wider, watching as his eyes lingered for a long moment on her sex. She breathed deep, her chest rising and falling impressively as he leaned down to tease her breasts again. One thick finger slid between her warm, wet lips and she closed her eyes, letting him touch her.
She brought her fingers to the back of his head and stroked slowly along the base of his skull, fingertips following his spine to where it disappeared under the lip of his shell. She felt herself relax again as his free hand ran along the underside of her breasts. Her fingers worked over his shoulders and down along his biceps, hips thrusting slowly against his hand. "You want me?" he whispered against her neck.
She chuckled quietly, raising her hips against his hand as she spread her legs wider. "I've wanted you for a long time, Leonardo..." she smiled.
She brought both hands to the sides of his face as she pulled him into a deep, slow kiss. He groaned into it, his tongue probing her mouth as he allowed his shaft to drop down. It brushed her hip and she pulled back, looking down between them. He was already almost fully erect, and she smiled, bringing one hand down to cup him. "Impressive," she grinned.
His eyes slid closed as she gently massaged him, bringing him closer. He shifted, careful not to disturb her hand, and brought the tip of his shaft to her entrance. He wanted her badly, but he didn't want to rush her. He let her set the pace as his hand slid down to ease her thighs apart, massaging them gently.
Her free hand slid back, fingers locking behind his head as he probed between her legs. She smiled, staring up at him with fire in her eyes that he could see even without a light on in the room. The instinctive chur in his throat grew louder and more pronounced as she pulled his erection into her hot, tight sheath, just as far as the head.
"Take me, Leo..." She leaned up and kissed the side of his face. "Please... I need you..." He could hear the need in her voice, and he pressed slowly inside of her. She nuzzled her face into his neck. "I'm so..." She didn't finish.
"... warm," he filled in, sliding deeper. "Warm and wet and smooth..." He held his breath for a long moment. "You feel so incredible..."
She smiled, staring up into his eyes as he kissed her lightly, locking their bodies together, a little tighter each inch. "So do you," she whispered back. "Stretching me... Filling me..."
"So deep inside of you..."
She moaned, tipping her head back. "Yes..."
"So good..."
A sudden crash! from the kitchen cut her off before she could even think to answer and the tinkling of glass made her cringe. Suddenly, the building emotions were secondary to the consideration that the plates she'd inherited from her grandmother might be in a million pieces on her kitchen floor. Leo's head snapped up, and every muscle tensed as he waited to overhear an explanation.
"I... do not think I want to know what that was..." Les whispered. She kept her eyes closed, as if opening them would seal the fate of the dishes she was sure she just heard break.
Mike's nervous laugh came through the door, just faintly. "Oh shit..."
"Michaelangelo! Donatello!" Master Splinter's controlled anger calmed Leo just slightly. He was the one in charge now, and he would handle it. "Might I ask why you would be throwing a football in the house?"
"Uh... well... you see, Master Splinter... it wasn't really the football that did the damage..."
Les was listening. Intently.
"I just kinda... heh... forgot the dishwasher was open..."
There was a pause, then Don's voice. "Geez, Mike!"
Les squirmed, trying to get to her feet. She had to know what damage had just been done. Leo let her go, rolling to his side as he watched her throw her robe over her shoulders. He wanted to know what they had done, but he couldn't go out there when there was no way in hell he was going to be able to pull his erection back up into his shell. He was working hard on keeping his breathing steady.
Leslie stumbled to the door still tying the robe and threw it open, falling out into the living room and blinking at the sudden light. "What...?" She rubbed her eyes to bring them into focus, and held her robe closed as three sets of eyes looked toward her. "What just broke?"
Mike grinned sheepishly at her. "I kinda... Heh... tripped over your dishwasher. I was going to put the dishes away and..."
"Mike." She cut him off, her voice clipped. "What. Broke?"
"Um..." He glanced down. "The dishwasher?"
She blinked and stood still for a moment before walking toward the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she saw that the fold-down door was lying on the floor next to a few broken glasses, but no plates. She gave a high, almost hysterical laugh and turned away. "My landlord!"
She kept laughing as she walked back to her room, hearing Don's voice behind her. "I uh... I can probably fix it..."
She was still shaking her head as she stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment. Her eyes were still wide. "Good lord..."
"Is everything okay?" Leo asked, eyes locked on her.
She gave another high-pitched laugh. "He ripped... the door... off of my dishwasher." Leo's eyes widened a bit and she stared at him, not moving. "My landlord is going to kill me!"
It wasn't really all that hard to believe. Leo knew his brother was accident prone and probably capable of doing something like that completely as an accident. He stood and walked to her, pulling her gently away from the door and slipping around behind her as his fingers parted her robe slightly. He didn't want to seem pushy, but he was having some difficulty staying calm. "Donny can fix that," he reassured her. "Your landlord won't find out. Believe me, Mike's broken a lot of things back home, and Raph too. If Don can fix things Raph destroyed, a broken dishwasher door will be nothing."
She shook her head, still a bit dumbfounded, but let him guide her back toward the bed. "But the door is off of the dishwasher. It's on the floor."
"Trust me. Don can fix it. He's fixed a computer after Raph threw a sai through it. If he can fix that, he can put the door back on the dishwasher."
She blinked at that, and snapped out of the light trance she'd put herself in. "I..." She shook her head, noticing his hands on her, inside the robe. "I'm sorry. I just... I'm not used to things like that... happening... I mean... my security deposit. And he just... fell into it." She glanced back at the door, suddenly having another thought. "I hope he's alright..."
She stepped toward the door again, still somewhat stunned, but he held her, pulling the robe apart gently. "Les, don't worry about it," he whispered in her ear. "Mike does stuff like that all the time. Your security deposit will be fine, I promise."
"But..."
He touched a finger to her lips and slid around in front of her, moving fluidly with his hands resting on her hips. "And I'm sure Mike's fine," he assured. "He's done worse than trip over a dishwasher door."
She stared at him for a long moment as he slid the robe back, off of her shoulders. "I..." she started.
He silenced her again, eyes pleading. "Shh... please Les," he whispered. He reached one hand up to gently caress the side of her face. "Please. I need you right now, okay? And by the time your dishwasher needs your attention, it'll be fixed."
She managed a slight nod and let him guide her down to the bed. She still remained tense, even as he laid her back. "I hope he knows where the first aid kit is," she mumbled, her eyes still locked on the door. "I don't think he was bleeding but I wasn't really paying atten-..."
Leo kissed her, hushing her mid-word. Mike was fine. Embarrassed and bruised, probably, but fine. She relaxed slowly beneath him, and he let the kiss linger for a long moment. Her muscles untensed and she lay back, breathing deep through her nose, and then through her mouth as he pulled away. "Okay..." she whispered. She sounded like she was on the path to "okay". Right now, she was probably only at "I think it might be all right."
Leo smiled, kissing and caressing her gently. He knew his limits, and while he hadn't reached them yet, he was getting there. He needed to calm her down before he lost his patience. His hands gently teased her breasts, his shaft probing for entrance again. He was trying not to be so impatient, but he needed her. "It'll be all right... just forget about them." He kissed her cheek, and trailed down to her neck. "We'll take care of it in the morning, okay?"
She breathed slow and managed a slight nod as she returned the gentle kisses. They were becoming harder, and she was gradually remembering how far along they had been before they'd been interrupted. She kissed the side of his mouth lightly as she wrapped her arms around him, parting her legs and giving him access again. "Okay..." she breathed, trying to push her thoughts aside.
Leo ground against her, hands still randomly caressing her breasts. He leaned down, kissing at the hollow of her throat as he pressed against her, one hand going down towards her clit. "Ready?"
She tipped her head back and moaned softly, relaxing into his touch and wrapping her legs around his loosely. "Mmm... I'm gettin' there..." She laughed quietly and offered him a sympathetic look. "Sorry, Leo..." It was for a lot of things, and he knew it.
He smiled and caressed her lightly, his fingers teasing her lower lips before moving back up to her clit. Her breath came slightly heavier as she felt his fingers against her sex, gently teasing her. "Shh, it's all right. Just ignore them."
She moaned softly as she traced the edge of his carapace, rubbing the arch of her foot against his calf. "Workin' on that..." She was fast approaching the point where she was able to ignore them, concentrating instead on his breath, his warmth, his weight on her. "Leo..."
He groaned at the breathy whisper of his name and churred softly, lips and tongue attacking her neck and breasts as his hand worked against her sex. He could hardly stand the scent and feel of her. He shifted, positioning over her and working up and down the side of her neck. "You good?"
A knock on the door.
Leslie groaned. It didn't quite match the growl that came out of Leo's throat. "Hey, Leslie?" Mike. "Where's your first aid kit?"
Les groaned again, working her fingers up and down her lover's arms steadily as she tried to focus for a brief moment, just long enough to answer him. "In the bathroom on the... in the... across from the sink. That... cabinet there. Third shelf."
"Thanks..."
She refocused, circling her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss the side of his mouth. He was still growling, but it quieted as her kisses trailed down to his neck. "This is going to drive me crazy..."
He growled in response, lining up at her entrance and probing gently, not quite entering her yet.
Another knock at the door.
"What!" Les yelled. Leonardo didn't stop.
"Do you have a screwdriver?" Donatello.
Splinter's voice answered for her. "Donatello! You can fix it in the morning! Leave your brother alone!"
Les growled in frustration, finding it harder and harder to relax. But she was becoming more determined now. She raised her hands, and held both sides of his head, staring up at him intently. "Get. Inside of me. Now!" She was smiling, but she was dead serious.
He hissed through clenched teeth and thrust deep inside of her with one swift stroke. He didn't have to be told twice; his legendary patience was wearing thin. "Leslie..."
A knock at the door, this time a little more urgent than the other two. "Uh... Les...?"
Leo growled loudly this time. He'd be damned if he was going to let his brothers ruin this! "Go away, Mike! We'll deal with this in the morning!"
"Yeah but..." Mike gave a nervous laugh. "Someone with a key is at your door..."
Les blinked, her mood suddenly broken. "Someone with a...?" Her mind ran over which "someones" had a key to her front door as Leo closed his eyes hard and used every last bit of his strength to try and stop. He was panting when he pulled out of her, fists clenched hard. Leslie watched him, feeling a brief moment of concern for him before her racing thoughts settled on the only logical person who could be walking through her door.
"Les? You here?"
Leslie scrambled to get to her feet, knowing Diane would not hesitate to open up her bedroom door if it was all that important. "Yeah! Just a sec!" She scrambled for her robe again, and Leo turned onto his back, still breathing irregularly.
Les slipped out of the room and scanned the apartment for turtles and rats, but they were well hidden. The sleeping figure on her couch was not, but she was at least human. "Diane... what uh...?" She ran her fingers through her hair. "What are you doing here?"
Diane held up a manilla envelope. "Brought you the paperwork you wanted."
Leslie's eyes shifted nervously to the clock. "Isn't it a little... late?"
Diane arched a brow. "Never bothered you before..."
A tight laugh, and Les's eyes scanned the room again. The TV was still on, and there was a mess in her living room, and a broken dishwasher in her kitchen, but there were no non-humans in sight. Les debated her options. "Yeah, but I kinda... have someone over."
Diane's eyes widened as she realized she was intruding. "Oh. I see. Anyone I know?"
Les shook her head. "No he... came to the club once but... I don't think you know him."
"Can I meet him or are you...?"
"No!" Les interrupted. "No, we're really... busy."
The look said it all, and Diane smiled. "Okay. Sorry 'bout that." She glanced at the envelope. "You want me to just leave this...?"
"Yeah," Les nodded, taking it from her hand. "Thank you."
Diane left. Leslie glanced around again, heaving a deep sigh. "You guys can come out. It's okay..." As her head remained bowed, two turtles and a rat reappeared. She glanced around at them briefly, then walked back to her room.
Leo was sitting up, hunched over crossed legs with his head in his hands. He didn't look up as the door clicked closed. "You okay?"
He managed a nod, but didn't look up. The bed shifted, and he felt her warmth behind him, her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging. "I asked her to get me some paperwork for school 'cause she's attending this semester and she decided eleven o'clock at night was a good time to deliver it..."
"Right." His voice was shaky.
She slid her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly from behind. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault..."
"I know." She kissed a trail down to his neck, bringing her hands back to his shoulders. "I'm beginning to think we are not destined to do this tonight..."
He laughed without humor. "Les... that's not even funny..."
She kissed once more, then lay back. He felt her withdraw, and turned to glance at her. She spread out on the bed, eyes searching his. With a deep sigh, he leaned down beside her again. "I don't know if I can stop again," he informed her, seriously.
Her hand moved down and cupped him, and he whimpered. He was still rock hard, and she could feel him throb. "You won't have to," she promised. "If they interrupt again, we'll ignore them, okay?" She arched up and kissed him lightly. "I need you..."
He churred softly as he kissed back, a little deeper each time until his tongue stroked alongside hers in a slow, passionate kiss. Her legs opened again, and she relaxed back on the bed as his fingers teased her entrance. "I mean it, Les," he whispered. "I can't stop again. You need to know that."
"I know," she answered.
He took in a slow breath and leaned down to kiss her throat.
The door opened without warning, almost flying off its hinges as Mike fell, shell-first, into the room and landed on her bedroom floor with a muffled "oof!". Leslie jumped, surprised, and just stared at him, making no real effort to move. She noticed that Leo was growling dangerously, in a tone she'd never heard from him before. He sounded, quite literally, ready to kill. And even though she knew it was not directed toward her, it still sent a slight shiver of fear down her spine.
Leonardo's hand went to the bedside table, to his belt. "Get... out!"
Mike's eyes went wide for just a brief moment, then he scrambled back to his feet and out of the room, avoiding a half-dozen shurieken. He laughed like a maniac as he slammed the door shut, and the blades pierced into the walls and door. Leslie watched, stunned.
Leo jerked away from her suddenly, getting up and walking to the door, locking it. "Damn him!"
She was on her feet, and she met him halfway, circling her arms around him and pushing him back, towards the wall. He spun, instinct meeting her before his brain had a chance to figure out what was happening. Her back hit the wall hard and he caught her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. She let him guide her, bringing her legs up and letting him take her weight.
He thrust inside of her in one swift movement, holding her sides. She gripped his shoulders tight, bracing herself as her back slid up and down the wall. He kissed her hard, until she needed air, then she moved to his neck, bringing her teeth into play a little more firmly than he ever remembered her doing. He churred and growled loudly, ready to explode any second now. He held her tightly, just shy of painful, supporting her as he pounded her into the wall. He didn't care if they heard anymore.
She moaned, rolling her shoulders back and grinding against him hard with every stroke. Her breath was coming in pants now, and he pulled back enough to watch her face. "Yes! Leo!" She moaned a little more loudly than she'd meant to as she felt pressure gathering between her legs.
The phone rang.
He ignored it. A part of him wanted to rip the damned thing out of the wall, but he wasn't going to leave her even for that. He couldn't leave her. He was past the point of no return, and he couldn't stop. "Les..." She moaned in response, and he knew she was ignoring it as well. "C'mon... just a little more..."
Her fingers curled at his shoulders, nails digging into his hard muscles. "Leo..."
The answering machine picked up. "Hello, Leslie, it's Mom. Seems I can never get ahold of you when I call during the day so I figured I'd try at night..."
Leslie growled. Leo pressed his face into her neck and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to ignore the phone. She glanced beside her to the dresser, looking for anything to throw at the machine that wouldn't require disengaging herself from Leo.
She gasped as she felt his thumb and forefinger pinch gently at her clit. She could feel the pressure building and drew in a long breath. "Les..." He groaned loudly. "C'mon... almost there..."
"I just wanted to touch base with you, sweetie; it's been a long time since we've talked..." She grabbed the nearest unbreakable thing and hurled it at the answering machine, shutting her eyes tight an instant before the trinket connected. The noise stopped for an instant, and it was enough for her. She didn't have much of a choice, anyhow. She was already over the edge. She brought her hands back to his shoulders and gripped him hard as she screamed, not caring who heard her. She'd damn well been interrupted enough times. "Leo!"
Her scream cut through the loud chur that was ringing in his ears. He felt her clamp down hard around him and tipped his head forward, resting his lips on her neck as he panted. He thrust hard, holding onto the building feelings for just a few seconds before a loud growl escaped him.
She whined and moaned as she felt him release inside of her. "Oh god... yes!" she gasped. "Fuck me!"
Leo held her tightly to the wall, pounding into her until he realized he was out of strength. His body shook as he fell against her, just barely able to support his own weight and keep from crushing her. He groaned softly, still churring in the back of his throat. "That was... so... good..." he panted quietly, slowly winding down.
"Go Leo!"
If he hadn't been so exhausted and content, he probably would have let her go long enough to go out there and beat the living crap out of Mike. Instead, he ignored his brother and decided he'd beat the crap out of him in the morning. He didn't want to let her go.
She slumped against him, her head on his shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. She suddenly realized that the sounds they were making were reverberating in the room, and she looked up at the answering machine. Her eyes went wide as she saw the receiver hanging off the edge of the bedside table, and after a moment of complete and total silence, heard her mother's voice, as casually as she could manage. "Hi... Leo? Is that it? Do you suppose I could speak to my daughter?"
Leo's eyes widened, and he felt his face heat up. He'd gotten past the point of caring if his brothers heard, but he hadn't intended on thoroughly scandalizing Leslie's mother. She scrambled to the phone and picked up the receiver from where it was dangling, shutting off the answering machine with fumbling fingers. Her face was bright red, both from the exhilaration and the embarrassment. "Mom! What...? Why...?" She was still trying to catch her breath. "Why are you calling now!"
It took a few minutes to convince her mother that she really didn't want to talk to her new boyfriend. Then, finally, Les managed to set the phone back into the cradle. She turned then, still sitting on the floor, and stared at Leonardo for a long moment before she suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
He stared back, but her laughter sparked his own, and he couldn't help but join her as he made his way over to her. He was glad to see her smiling again, instead of looking so worried as she had before. "Well, that was embarrassing..."
She put her arms around his neck, still laughing, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Oh god..." She was still trying to catch her breath.
He curled his arms around her and held her gently. "Bed?" he asked, turning his head into her hair.
"Yes. Bed." She laughed again. She had never in her life had fate so opposed to her successfully having sex...
Leo rose, pulling her up with him and sitting on the edge of the bed. He kissed her gently, reaching back with one hand to pull the blankets aside. She lay back, still laughing, and he moved up beside her, wrapping them both in the blankets. She was still chuckling as she curled up next to him, snuggling into his warm embrace. "Oh, Leo..."
"Mmm..."
She laughed once more as she kissed his shoulder, slipping her fingers into the space between his plastron and carapace and stroking him gently. "Thank you..."
Leo grinned and curled up to her, lightly kissing her forehead as he guided her head to his shoulder. "Thank you..." He nuzzled her, the quiet rattling still in the back of his throat. "I love you so much..."
She sighed deeply as she last of her laughter faded, and she rested against him, allowing herself to feel the aftereffects of the orgasm. She felt so much better... "I love you too." She giggled again. "And I'm sure at this point, my mother's trying to determine whether she loves you or hates you."
He laughed softly and kissed her forehead again, letting his eyes slide closed. "G'nite, Les."
She stroked lightly up and down his side. She heard him sigh, and pressed close to him, tiredness creeping in now that all that emotion and tension had been released. "Good night, lover."
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