Hiraeth

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//Sorry this took so long!//

Leo

The warmth of the sun shining onto my bare body is what woke me up. My heavy eye-lids slowly open and I take in the mess on the bed. My fuzzy mind slowly wakes up as I see the covers pushed all the way to the bottom of the bed. My gaze follows to the ground where I see Sage's clothing from yesterday along with those crusty ass brown vans. I think at some point they were white, but there is no trace of what once was. I feel a small grin appear on my face when the events of last night fill my mind. How we slow danced to one of the cheesiest romance songs in the rain, and how much I enjoyed dancing with her and seeing the large smile plastered on her face. Then bringing her home and fucking her. Taking it slow but then unable to contain myself anymore. And I remember how she took it. And liked it.

When I turn to the other side of the bed, the grin on my face disappears as I notice the empty space. Why isn't she here? What time is it?

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Sage's voice coming from what I think is the kitchen. I get out of bed and look back at it as images of last night flash through my head. Fucking her from behind after she decided to have a little attitude with me. No one has ever talked back to me before because they knew I wouldn't put up with that shit, but when she did it, it intrigued me.

I ran a hand through my greasy hair remembering how sweaty I was last night. I need to shower... maybe Sage will join me.

Fuck we had such good sex.

I slowly walk into the kitchen with one eye open and the other one closed still adjusting to the sunlight. The image in front of me surprised me. Sage's back was facing me and I could see her trying to get whatever she was making under control. She was obviously struggling and it made me chuckle. But never-the-less I was still surprised. Not once has a girl I fucked made me breakfast before. Now that may be because I kicked them out before they got the chance, or they just thought they were too good for that, but nobody has made me breakfast before. She didn't seem to notice my presence, too distracted by what was happening in front of her. She kept running between the stove and island where I'm assuming the recipe to her masterpiece was.

"Shit!" She exclaims. I notice her throw a burnt pancake onto a plate placed on the counter, making me chuckle again.

She looks so fucking good right now. She's wearing the same clothes I put on her last night. As her body swims in my t-shirt, she reaches up to place her hair in a messy bun to keep out of her face.

Shit.

I still couldn't believe everything that happened last night. That after everything that had happened to her, she let me, a very dangerous gang leader, de-fucking-flower her. And fuck if it felt good. Her hands tugging hard at my roots, the way her legs wrapped perfectly around mine as I thrusted deep inside her, the way my cock stretched all of her walls yet seem to fit perfectly inside... fuck I'm getting carried away, I'm going to get hard just by the thoughts of last night.

I blink quickly discarding my thoughts and walk closer to her so I'm leaning against the island behind her waiting for her to turn around and notice me. I cross my arms and grin as I hear her murmur random words as her frustration of trying to figure out how to cook pancakes gets to her.

When she turns around she lets out a loud yelp.

"Oh my god Leo, you scared me" She says catching her breath

"Mmm... and what exactly are you doing Ms. Lewis?" I ask even though I'm clearly aware of her failed attempt of making breakfast

"Well I'm trying to cook you breakfast, but it doesn't seem to be working very well" She pouts