Winter Hearts

The Right Kind of Person

Propriety.

What did that mean anymore? Siana vaguely thought as she tugged on her hands which Leo held tight against his chest.

I have just lost the last vestiges of any sense of propriety I might have had. Kiss, Leo. Leo, kiss me. Don't stop, why are you talking?

Her thoughts went through her head as if she were under a dreamy spell. She wanted to beg him not to stop.

So it had been Leo all along, not Ken. The moment she clicked that was what he meant by "it was me", an almost-sleeping dread had reawakened, and the mortification that he had seen her do all those things in the mirror made her cringe so hard.

But his words made it clear to her: he was more afraid of her reaction than she was of his. After all, as she had said, that sort of situation happened to her all the time. Plus because she had already gotten over the fact that N and Hyuk had witnessed her wanton display, it had eased her past the horrible revelation faster than she expected. Realising that Leo had found it burdensome to have kept the secret triggered the trickster inside her, and she just had to have a little fun with him while she could.

But now, he was doing that thing again, interrupting their kiss with that second-guessing, that double-analyzing, and here she was waiting for him to settle his thoughts while he held her hands to his chest. He had grasped them more than a little roughly, and if she hadn't seen the genuine need for answers in his face, she might have thought that it was incredibly hot.

But she had never felt so close to this sort of frustration before.

The first time, he had awkwardly, disastrously proven himself to be a concerned gentleman. Now, he seemed to need a lesson in kissing etiquette: finish first, talk later. Don't leave the lady waiting.

"Do it with me," Siana heard herself pining. She couldn't let him set the tone of their encounter, she wanted to have more than just a taste.

She reached out to him, touching him through his clothes, wishing she could do more, but she sensed that if she tried pulling away to free her hands, she would break the spell.

"Please," she breathed, finally realising that she had no more feeling about him seeing her dance alone, no more embarrassment or mortification. She didn't care much that he had only told her now - in fact she thought he had told her just at the right time.

Because right now she was ready to show him all of that, to give it to him if he wanted it, and more.

Propriety. What did that mean anyway? She felt like any sort of propriety she had ever had when it came to boys or love or sex had disappeared.

At least when it come to this man.

So when he finally relented and kissed her again, she let the frustration of all their stop-and-start moments fuel the hunger in her kiss. She could feel him relenting, letting go, and when she grabbed his hair he stepped forward involuntarily, hunching over and holding her so close she could feel his torso against hers.

She felt his breath become ragged as she arched towards him, and her body seemed to hum with tension as she felt her breasts brush against him.

He moaned, taking his mouth away and leaning his forehead against hers, panting. Their breaths mingled for a moment before she opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he had a small frown on his brow as he tried to control his breathing.

For a moment she thought that maybe he felt it was going to fast, or that she was coming on too strong, so she waited, even though she wanted to take his mouth in hers. Then he took a long breath, exhaling gently as he nuzzled his nose against hers, his warm lips looking for her mouth.