Winter Hearts

Undone

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Siana stepped back, her gaze fixed on Leo. He was watching her with hooded eyes, the strain of the day making him appear gaunt. Hungry.

He was waiting, letting her take the lead as she pulled on his hand. HIs hair, which seemed to be longer now that it was newly washed and drying, hung across his face and over his eyelids, like an invitation for her to reach up and push it out of the way.

She wanted to run her fingers through it and pull on it and make his head go back so she could expose his neck.

The door shut behind him as she slowed to a stop. She turned and slid her back against the wall, letting go of his hand. He stopped also, turning to face her. He stood utterly still, his hands by his sides, his tall frame hunched. His head hung low as he looked down at her.

He seemed to be hovering, his face inches away from hers, his chest rising and falling, slow and steady. His jaw was slack, and his normally full, pert lips were hanging open and sullen. He looked haggard, drunk, tired. HIs eyes were dark, moody, pained.

She felt a moment of fear. Was she ready? She could count the number of days she had known him on her hands, and yet it felt as if she had waited for so long to get here. It felt as if the time they had spent getting to know each other had just been a formality, a gesture of propriety.

She had been ready for this moment long ago.

She took a nervous breath, feeling suddenly shy. Her eyes fluttered down as she saw his arm bend at the elbow, a tiny, gentle gesture, as he reached toward her waist and paused. She reached for it and placed his hand at her waist. He slipped his fingers under her top to hook the waistband of her pants.

He stopped, and they both looked back up at each other at that moment. She saw a kind of pain in his eyes, furrowed over by those angular eyebrows, his breath catching as his chin jutted forward. He seemed to sway towards her, but he never came close enough.

He was waiting for her to let him.

She could sense a desperation in the breaths he was taking, like he was trying not to gasp, or sob. She saw a muscle working in his neck as he swallowed. She couldn't let her fears overcome her. She couldn't leave him hanging, she had to meet him halfway. She couldn't wait any longer.

With her other hand, she reached around his neck and gently pulled him close, arching forward to meet him.

"Taekwoon," she whimpered, tilting her head up and taking his mouth with hers.

With a small moan, he rocked forward, angling his head to receive her kiss, bringing his free hand up under her arm to brace himself against the wall. He stepped closer, as his body leaned along the length of hers, and let his knee push between her legs as he bent his legs and angled his head upwards so that his mouth was now under hers.

Siana found it extremely arousing to be kissing downwards as he seemed to crouch around her in their vertical position. It was animal and gentle all at the same time, and the mix was heady.

She deepened her kiss, noticing that except for the change in his position, he was still letting her determine the fervour of their kiss. He was simply responding to her. He let her probe his mouth with her tongue, let her sweet lips nibble on his. She could feel her body yielding around him, her hand on his neck sliding down to feel the muscles along his shoulder, her legs opening to let him lean closer against her.