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

Blue Copper Eyes

* SMUT WARNING *
(I definitely didn't write 90% of this at college with the lowest brightness and font size.😬)

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I feel his arms wrap around me, squeezing every last ounce of anxiety I had inside of me out. I sigh, feeling my breath escape my lungs until they empty completely. My hands clench and then release, and I feel… calm. The storm clouds in my brain clear into blue skies.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, keeping one arm around my waist, and rubbing my arm with the other.

I turn to look at him, drowning in the blueness of them. If you look close enough into them, there are tiny specs of green, brown, purple, tiny specs of gold dust. His face is soft, and there were tiny freckles from the sun splattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. There is an apricity to his soul, a warmth that could defrost the coldest of ice. I nod slowly, darting my eyes from his eyes to his lips, watching them part with soft and shallow breaths.

“Are you?”

He turns his face from mine, and I follow his gaze. Down my neck, down to my mid thigh length dress. There is no plunging neckline to speak of, but I kind of wish there was.  He hovers there for a moment before continuing down, down to my stomach, and my hands, and—-

I cup his chin, and lift his face gently back to make eye contact. His eyes are dark, and his breath is coming in quicker and quicker. I move closer to his body, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, and sliding a hand down to unbuckle his belt. I hear it clink, and I pull it out the loopholes.

“Kate–” He breathes.

“Hm?” I throw the belt on the floor, and move my hands up the side of his shirt, our heavy breaths mingling, as I stand on my tiptoes, bringing our faces inches apart. He grasps at my lapels and tugs my leather jacket off, and laughs softly as it falls to the floor with a squeak. He looks into my eyes, melting me, and I feel my cheeks heat up, aching with a cheshire cat-like smile that only he can bring out in me.

“I asked you a question.”

I hook a leg over his hip, bringing myself closer to him, ignoring the ache blooming all over my body, and the tears pricking in my eyes. I slowly rub myself against him, running my hands up his chest, to the side of his neck, and to the nape, listening to the fast thud of his heart underneath his white t-shirt, trying to simultaneously slow my heart rate down.

“Kate!”

He puts a hand on my thigh, and pushes my leg back down. I continue to run my hand across his chest, and kiss his neck, feeling the bulge in his trousers press against my thigh.

“Kate, stop!” He yells, and I blink, my eyes filling with tears as he looks with stern eyes down at me. They soften and he presses a gentle kiss into my hair, and he smooths it behind my ears. My eyes flutter closed, and I whimper quietly, feeling his warmth, his hands around me, and his sandalwood perfume.

“You’re not okay."
“I am.” I cry, my trembling voice betraying me. I bite my lip, and dart my eyes around the room, tugging his t-shirt between my fingers, needing… desperately to ground myself. I am not going to cry in front of him again. I’ve done it too many times before on Titanic. I will not. My lips part shakily, and the knot in my throat unravels, breaking like a dam. The tears burn my cheeks first, and then track down to my lips. I feel my knees buckle, and I sink to the floor, still holding his shirt. I lay down, him on top of me, and I cry. My arms and legs wrap around him, and he crushes me with just the right amount of pressure. Enough to feel comforted and warm, but not enough to hurt me.