Feed My Love -|Kleo Smut Oneshots|-

-Lap-

|14|

Kate and Leo have known each other for a little over seven years, but the way they feel about each other has been briskly ignored by both of them for far too long.

Having not seen each other in a little under a year, it's no secret that their reunion was epic, to say the least.

Leo came over to visit her when he found two free weeks in his schedule and she all but screamed in excitement to see him. Still, she chose to ignore the butterflies in her stomach yet again.

On his fourth day staying over at Kate's, she called a few of her friends and took Leo out clubbing.

They went to this fancy rooftop club that had loud music and flashy lights.

The chairs were all taken, so of course she wound up sitting on his lap for a while as the group drank and laughed.

Given, he was more than willing to have her on his leg, a first-class view through her thin black tank top available to him at all times.

He draped an arm around her waist and laughed when she did, holding his drink and clinging to the coldness of the glass.

For some reason he couldn't quite pin, she wouldn't stop kissing his cheek, intertwining the fingers he had on her waist with hers, leaning into him.

She almost appeared to be grinding on his lap at one point. He could have sworn her breathing turned shallow, but he couldn't be sure.

The next morning, they were having breakfast at Kate's house, sitting across each other at the small kitchen table.

"Why were you moving your hips when you sat on my leg?" He suddenly says, putting down his cup of coffee after a sip.

"I just... I was uncomfortable." She fiddles with the tag on the chamomile tea she's drinking, avoiding his eyes and keeping her voice light.

Neither of them makes an attempt to act stupid- to pretend they can't remember the previous night.

"Don't lie to me. I could feel you throbbing."

"You what?" She meets his gaze with alarmed eyes.

"I'm not an idiot, Kate. I know what you were doing. Don't pretend like I can't feel heat on my skin all of a sudden." His words come out more sternly than he would've liked, but he's reached his limit.

"Still, that doesn't mean any-" Her blush begins on the tip of her nose and spreads down to her chest.

"So you're gonna try and tell me that heat and wetness don't mean you got off on my leg?" Blunt, he thinks. Even for me.

"Fuck." She breathes, clearly caught with her hands on the money.

"Yeah, fuck."

"Listen, I'm sorry. I'm mortified now. I shouldn't have-" She tries to find a safe way out of this.

"No, you're not. You're not sorry and I know it." But Leo isn't having that, either.

Then, a pause. Their breaths are the only sound in the room.

"Fine, Leo, fine! I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry I enjoyed it. What do you want me to say?" Kate gives in to the rushing feeling she gets when she comes clean.

"Just admit that you did it! Admit that you want me as more than a friend, Kate! I can't keep doing this, I don't know how you can." He sounds defeated, his shoulders slumped.