Feed My Love -|Kleo Smut Oneshots|-

-Golden Silk-

So this one is dedicated to kleotheshipofdreams because it's her birthday and I love her more than anything and I know she likes these lol. Happy birthday darling <3
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She had never worn a dress quite like that one. Green satin. Deep green, shiny, smooth. Square neckline with barely-there spaghetti straps. Black heels. Her hair was up in a loose golden updo and two strands fell in waves around her face.

She paired it with nude lipstick and some warm brown eyeshadow. Her earrings were gold. Her necklace was gold. Her fingers were coated in gold rings. But she wore no bracelets.

Gorgeous.

Fitting, he guessed, for the Golden Globes.

Leo's green tux matched her dress, but it didn't overpower her. No, he was her sidepiece, and happily so.

It was green velvet, soft to the touch, camouflaged in the darkness of the room. His hair was gelled down and he wore only his vape in his hand, smoking cherry pie.

There was a ring, too. Silver, discrete. He supposed they'd be discussing that matter publicly soon enough.

The red carpet was flashing with white lights and the crowd screamed their names, but it was twelve degrees and he saw goosebumps on her skin and he cut the photographers short just to get her inside.

They rushed into the room, saw a large stage covered in lights that made Kate's dress glow; she really was his entire world.

The dinner went well as far as Leo could tell. He saw Kate sip her champagne slowly and he knew she was bored with all the mindless chatter, but he walked her around and found some people she enjoyed talking to.

After a while, she disappeared into the ocean of fabrics. Leo thought nothing of it as he sat at their table and waited.

She came back a few minutes later, a determination in her step that told him she was pissed. "This is endless," she sighed, sitting down next to him. "I can't keep pretending I love everyone's dresses anymore." Kate grabbed Leo's champagne glass and downed it in a single swig.

She leaned forward to rest an elbow on the table and her neckline dipped lower, exposing more cleavage than it already was. She crossed her legs and the fabric tightened around her thighs, marking her figure. Leo was hypnotized as he pretended to listen to her complaints about how pointless these award shows were.

Right now, though, he was only grateful for them, because she wouldn't have dressed like this otherwise.

Kate moved a hand to emphasize her point and her dress shifted along with Leo's eyes, which landed on the exposed side of her breast. God, if she only knew she had him buzzing under the tablecloth.

His trousers tightened the slightest bit and he took deep breaths to calm himself, but she kept downing champagne glasses and the tip of her nose was turning pink, and he could not stop imagining her body under that goddamned silk dress.

Silky, silky dress. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over the fabric. Cold, smooth, steady.

"Shit, look at the time. We should leave. It's late. We should leave." Leo scavenged for an excuse to take her somewhere else. His car, even. That would do.

Kate smiled droopily, catching on when she saw his hands casually draped over his crotch. "Oh, you want to leave now? After I've been sitting here like an idiot talking to someone who isn't listening? I don't think so." She paused and he could see the beginnings of evil sprouting in her mind. "I want to dance. Take me dancing." She grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the dance floor.