On the way home, Noctis and Leah were both extremely quiet. The glares she passed him getting the point across that she was not impressed with his little 'joke'. When they got home, Leah walked inside and slammed the door behind her. When he walked in, he hugged her from behind and buried his face in her neck, "Leah?"
Silence.
"Leah~"
Silence.
"Leah, I wuv you~" he said childishly.
"Get off me." She said harshly.
"I'm sorry. It was just a joke." He only tightened his grip on her waist.
"Noctis."
He lightly kissed her neck and shoulder, "I'm sorry."
"That's not going to work on me."
He nipped her shoulder and she yelped, he had bit her harder than he meant to, and the situation was getting out of hand.
"Noctis, I'm about to beat the shit out of you."
"I think I might enjoy that." He whispered.
Why does he have to be French? She thought.
He pulled her closer to him and nipped at her ear, trying to get her to loosen up. Instead he made her breath hitch and scrape her nails down the back of his hand.
"God, I hate you." She said.
"It's only in my nature." He whispered sweetly.
"I can't hate you if your like this, stop it."
"I find it amazing how I can drive you insane just by touching you." He slipped his hands under her shirt and ran his fingertips over her stomach.
She took a sharp breath in, where's
Vanz when I need her?
"Noctis. S-stop, this is going too far." She stammered.
"I won't go any further. I promise, Leah."
When he said her name it sent chills down her spine. His breath curled around her neck and jaw when he whispered and drove her lips numb with the urge to kiss him. The truth was, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to hold her closer, she wanted to count the scares on his wrist with her fingertips as she kissed him. She wanted his lips against hers, but at the same time, she didn't. She had met him three days before. Why was she so close to him?
He turned her around and put a thumb on her bottom lip, slightly parting her mouth. He slid his hand up her jaw and pressed his lips against hers before she had a chance to close her mouth.
Everything started spinning. Leah braced herself against him and he gratefully accepted her hands in his hair.
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Don't act so surprised. He's freakin FRENCH. haHahA smut! Smut everywhere!
Ok so, wtf happened to Vanz?
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White Lines
Teen FictionSTOP! READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY: Boys can have the same problems girls have. Boys can self harm, be depressed, hate their lives, hate themselves, be lonely, anything that a girl can be. No, that does not make those boys pussies or faggots...
