If She Gives You Her Heart Don't You Break It || Kate & Leo Oneshots

Digging the dancing queen.

Dedi(Kate)d to MichBlanchett who said they liked KLEO x ABBA. So here is my attempt at that.

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The music is my outer heartbeat and the verses are my spirit in sweet vibrations; I could always sing these graceful words, my tribute to the widespread love and each other, to nature and creation. However every last bit of it is not too far off when in that flashing trade of looks, when our eyes meet and we grin from the inside. So however the world might cherish their music, their words and these tunes, music truly just lives in those extraordinary snapshots of affection we give while never trying, those looks that are scarcely looks, in the bond we made so unintentionally. Love is music without volume, but at the same time it's a seed that develops to frame limitless branches, roots and sprouts, and through my spirit, through this feeling of instinct that requests a voice, the piece of music we can hear, what the world considers as music, is conceived.

Following the blackness of night, the sun rises gently on the horizon, spreading her gold in every direction. She comes in the way that natural forces do, needing not invitation yet feeling her welcome. The light is her gift, bold and free, for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. This is our sun, a fire ignited to bring warmth to creation and inspire us to seek our own beauty within.

Leo rose from the slumber he had fallen under, wishing to be bestowed by the irresistible charms of Kate's tender face in the gentle aureate light. However, this morning she was not beside him and instead had replaced her body with a pillow. How foolish could he have been to fall for that, he thought.

Pulling a pair of shorts over his boxers and Kate's pink dressing gown around his body, he made his way downstairs, where he was greeted by a prolonged bout of laughter from Kate and the three children sat at the breakfast bar.

"Leo," Kate sniggered "what are you wearing?"

"A dressing gown?"
He sat beside Mia, a puzzled look etched onto his face.

"But why mine, darling?"

"Oh this is yours?"
He glanced down to where the fuscia fabric met his chest.

"Leo, it literally has my name on the front and it's pink"

"So?"

She handed him a mug of tea and some pancakes, the same thing the sixteen, thirteen and three year old had moments ago before they devoured it.

Breakfast was fluffy pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the gentle morning sun, maple syrup threaded upon the top. It remains by Kate and Leo's all time favourite breakfast, yet it has nothing at all to do with the food. They loved it because they were together, because they were in the same room. It's odd how they transferred emotions that way, as if they couldn't quite accept how quickly they fell in love.

"So, go and put your own clothes on. You have plenty here, do you not?"

"Yeah" He took a sip of his tea before setting it onto a coaster. Eight inquisitive eyes burned into his face awaiting a response.

"I do have my own clothes but actually I find yours much more comfy." He explained, earning a raucous fit of laughter from the three children.

"Fine" She held her hands up in feigned defeat. "Do what you like"

He watched as she walked away from him.

"Hey, where are you going?'

"I want to put music on"

He sighed. "As long as its none of that awful Swedish music-"

Leo was cut off by the piano riff of Dancing Queen and the excited footsteps of Kate running into him, despite him still sitting down.

"Katie!"

"What?" She feathered a bakers dozen kisses on his neck.
"You're the one who just offended my Swedish roots. Not to mention Dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen!"

"Kate, don't start. You know I don't like ABBA. ah!"

She heaved him up from the chair.

"Shut up! You don't mean that."

Soon, she had him parading around the kitchen to Waterloo and Voulez Vous with her, Mia and Joe whilst Bear toddled around happily, clapping his syrup coated hands together.

"Fine, fine. I admit it"

"Admit what? You actually like ABBA?"

"I do, I do, I do, I do, I do"

She beamed and began jumping on the spot before throwing herself into the embrace of the sofa.

"I finally got the stubborn Leo Dicaprio to appreciate decent music."

"Hey! I do appreciate decent music, what happened to your song?"

He hurled himself beside her and Bear sprawled himself over both of them.

"My song? Is really bad."
It was her turn to watch him leave and she soon realised what he was doing. Lifting Bear off her, she sprinted towards the lounge where the cd player was.

"Don't you dare!"

"Here I stand alone with this weight upon my heart-"

She glared at Leo. And if looks could kill, then God help him, for he would be laying dead on the ground in seconds.

"You turn that off right now Dicaprio!"

"Or what?"

"Eternal ABBA punishment"

"You can't do that" He laughed.

Three hours later, Leo's hands and feet were tied up and he was sat on the sofa, being forced to listen to ABBAS greatest hits.

"Can you hear the drums, Fernando?"
"So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me SOS"
"GIMME gimme gimme a man after midnight "

At ten pm they settled into bed.

"Kate. I hate you" He whispered as she shuffled into her place into his chest.

"No you dont"

"Well I have Thankyou for the bloody music in my head"

"Haha"

She manoeuvred herself to switch the beside lamp off and settled back into his embrace.

"Night Leo."

"Night Katie. I love you"

"With all my heart, God bless you
You will be my love and my life
You're my one and only"

"Are you kidding me?" He chortled.

"What?"

"My love, my life"

"Yep! Now shut up and let me sleep"

"You're the one who spoke"

"Not the point. Goodnight Leo"
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