Feed My Love -|Kleo Smut Oneshots|-

-Turn-Ons-

|10|

It's raining- drizzling- yet the sun is still out, barely concealed by the few misty clouds spotted in the afternoon sundown sky.

In Leo's apartment, things get sloppier by the bottle.

Glass bottles of beer are lined up on the living room coffee table in order: one is Kate's, one is Leo's, the next one is Kate's, then Leo's, and so on.

Snuggled up on the couch, Kate can barely make out her white sneakers by the corner of the rug, comfortable in her ankle-length socks that are propped on Leo's lap.

He's got a hand on her thigh, smiling at her as she leans against the arm rest. He's happy sitting up on the cushions, with her clumsy, tipsy laugh ringing in his ears.

"Alright, Leo," she says, pointing at him with an index finger that has a silver ring around it, just below her nail. "I have to ask you." She's smiling so much it's hard for him to overcome the rush of chemicals flooding his brain.

"Yes, my darling Kate? Oh, ruler of the universe and winner of every acting award under the sun?" Leo jokes around, knowing she'll be falsely pissed because of it.

"Shut the fuck up," she laughs, kicking him softly, and he chuckles. "Ah, we're too old for this." Her voice is light as a feather- nothing can bring her down.

"No, no," he says, getting a little serious for a moment. "Come on, ask me."

"Alright, but you can't just laugh it off... Yes?" Her eyes are asking for more than her mouth is.

"Yes, yes, just ask!"

"So," she starts, clapping her hands once. "What in god's name turns the invincible Leonardo DiCaprio on?" Kate props herself up on her elbows and eyes him carefully.

"W- what?" Leo laughs, almost choking slightly.

"You know, what are your turn-ons? What gets you going?" Her smile dims, turning cheeky.

"Why do you ask?" Leo notices his heart rate spike and knows this can't be good.

"General knowledge." She thinks she's so clever, Leo thinks. "Oh, come on! I'm waiting! You big prude." Kate hurries him along when he takes too long to answer.

"I, um... I don't know... I guess making out?"

"Making out? Ugh!" She scoffs. "What are you, fifteen?"

"I don't know, Kate. Honestly, I don't know. I swear," Leo laughs, brushing off her question just like he promised he wouldn't.

"Let's figure it out, then." The words tumble out before she has a chance to stop them. But then again, doesn't she mean them? If she's being honest with herself, she does.

"What, now?" His grip on her thigh loosens and she smiles.

"Yes, now! Get up. Come on, no slacking!" She stands, facing him until he's on his feet.

"You're crazy for this, Elizabeth," he teases, pretending not to notice when she gives him a tight hug around his chest.

"Shush," she scolds. "How's this?" She asks, her breath fanning over his skin when she presses her lips to his neck, sucking slightly.

"Hmm," he sighs involuntarily and she smiles like a sly cat- he can feel her lips move against him.

"Now there's one," she mocks with a low voice, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes. "How about this?" Keeping her eyes on his, she places her fingers lightly over the back of his neck, caressing his hair and making his breath deepen. "This is easier than I though," she chuckles.