Stay Away

sex (with feelings)

I'm still in between her legs when the lift doors open on Leah's floor, the small space beginning to feel as hot and sweaty as our kisses. Open-mouthed, they have become greedy; both of us craving that feeling from each other.

We stay in that position until we hear a 'doors closing', Leah's hand leaving their place on my waist to hit all of the buttons as I push against her gently, hinting that maybe we should get out. Leah acquiesces, and leads me to the room that is hers – not too far down the corridor. I feel almost... naked without her body heat crashing into mine.

Once Leah has found the room-key, fumbling around in her pockets and then in the jacket I am wearing before realising she had tucked it into her bra for even safer keeping, we get to the room, hands all over each other's bodies. I kick the door open, immediately pushed back against it by Leah. She manages to kiss her way inside, walking me back until my knees hit the closest bed and I lie down.

There are two beds in here. I think Georgia Stanway will have to find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

Parting to undress, I stand, getting my jeans around my ankles, and then sitting beside Leah to pull them fully off. She kisses my neck, trailing a pattern of memories up and down, sucking, biting; leaving marks. "Let me take my top off." She waits. It gets thrown on top of my jeans. "Okay, yeah, carry on."

This time, she has got me pinned, tongue brushing my bottom lip, teeth grazing against each other when kisses get too messy. "Not fair," I mumble against her mouth, feeling the material of her clothes against my bare skin. She lets me help her take them off, discarding them to the pile I have created. Leah straddles my lap. I groan. "You're so hot."

Her laugh grates the bottom of my stomach, practically breathed down my throat. I shiver despite the stickiness of being pressed together. "Thank you."

"Are you going to say it back?"

"Take off the rest."

I reach behind, unhooking my bra clasp. It falls into what little space is between us. Leah fishes it out and tosses it into the unknown – where it will be left until the morning. She scrambles at my underwear, simultaneously wanting to escape from her own. I lift her up to help her out, and she gasps in surprise. I can't tell if it is caused by the sight of me naked or the display of strength she may have forgotten I had.

Either way, the outcome is good. I let my eyes fall shut as Leah hands come to rest on my chest, squeezing with an appreciative murmur of something that isn't quite audible.

When she swaps her hands for her mouth and reaches for a pillow to put on the floor, I pull her up with an intriguing insistence. She looks at me, brows furrowed. I stand, matching her position, emphasising just how much I have to look down. (It's only fifteen centimetres, really.) "Lie down," I command, though my voice is soft and my eyes definitely don't match in dominance. "I want to do this for you, seeing as you won."

"Is this my prize?" she asks with a smirk, not yet conceding.

"Your gift," I correct, though it does not encapsulate what I truly mean to give her. I could learn every language in the world and still not be able to make her understand just how much I love her. She remains ignorant to how deeply embedded the emotion is into my entire being. "Please, Lee?"

"I wanted to go first," she protests, though she settles on top of the bedsheets anyway. I join her, straddling her waist, hands either side of her head. It gives me a great view of her abs. Someone has to have chiselled at her flesh, carving them out. I want to run my tongue along them.

Hair sprawled out behind her, eyes wide in anticipation, I let her grapple with how hard it is to get me to bend to her will when I am the one sat on top of her. She drags her nails down my back as though it will distract me from committing every inch of her body to memory. My soft moan causes her thighs to part in question, possibly resigning to her fate. "I am so in love with you," I whisper as I slide down her body, lips pressing kisses between the valley of her breasts and then to her ribs, her stomach, her pubic bone. I bite down, and she moans. A proper moan. It is the sweetest thing I have ever heard.