Rose Water//DiCaprio

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The Oscar after party had come to a close, and Leo and Samantha were on the way home. Leonardo was receiving the silent treatment, though he couldn't quite figure out why.

"Princess, tell me what's wrong." Leo pleaded, attempting to pull Samantha closer to him. She quickly yanked away.

"It's nothing."

"Baby, please ju—"

"—Leonardo, I said it's fucking nothing okay!"

Leo's eyes widened and he raised an eyebrow. "Stop the car!" He yelled to the driver. The limo pulled to a halt and Leo chuckled, leaning back into the seat.

"What the hell Le—"

Sam was cut off by Leo's lips smashing into hers. She wanted to pull away, but it's Leonardo fucking DiCaprio, no one would be able to pull away. After a few moments they both pulled away for a breather, feeling sweaty and passionate.

"Now, do you want to tell Daddy what's wrong? And if I were you, I wouldn't say no."

Samantha smirked and shook her head. "No."

Leo watched Samantha carefully for a minute or so, inspecting her expression. He then stood up and walked out of the limo as if nothing had happened. Sam fixed herself from the small make out session, brushing her hair, and staring at her reflection in the small compact mirror.

Ten or so minutes later he entered the car again, holding a small CVS bag.

"What's in there?" Samantha questioned. Leo simply handed her the bag, not saying a word. The girl looked into the plastic bag and couldn't help but to grin when she saw it was a bottle of rose water.

She thought of the first day they met and giggled lightly. They had come so far since then.

"Drive home." Leo yelled loudly, pulling out his phone and playing some game.

He didn't say another word until they reached the mansion.

*

"Are you mad at me Leo?" Samantha asked the man. She and him were sitting on different sides of the queen bed, and the silence between them had become unbearable. Though Sam would attempt to start conversations, Leo didn't seem interested.

"Come here."

Samantha immediately obeyed, crawling to the other side of the bed and straddling Leo's lap.

"Yes, Daddy?" She said, batting her eyelashes. She immediately felt him become hard, though he tried to act like he was unbothered.

Leo stood up, holding Samantha in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked over to lock the door, and then sauntered back over to the bed. He carefully placed her down, beginning to take off his belt.

"Panties, dress, everything off, now."

Samantha did as she was told, peeling off the clothing slowly piece by piece. Leo undressed as well, but kept his boxers on.

When she was completely unclothed, Leo lay next to her, running his hand slowly over her bare body, causing her to shiver. He soon towered over her, his arms on both sides of her petite form, keeping her locked under him.

"Please tell me what's wrong. It's killing me that I hurt you."

Samantha leaned up slowly, kissing Leo's cheek softly.

"It was Jordyn." She revealed, playing with the hem of Leo's boxers, and avoiding eye contact.

"Jordyn? The girl from the party?" He replied, surprised.

"Yeah I just um...she was really pretty. And I was sort of um..."

"Jealous." Leo finished for her. She nodded and smiled shyly, happy that she had finally told him.

"Oh baby, no. Don't worry about her. She's not a problem, if you want, I'll never talk to her again. I promise. I want to see you, I want to be with you, I want to wake up to you. Only you, not her."

"Yeah, it was dumb, sorry."

"It's fine. Don't apologize if you didn't do anything wrong."

Samantha nodded in response and began to run her fingers across Leo's cheek. "I really do love you." She muttered, her heart beating out of her chest as she spoke those words.

"Samantha."

"Yes?"

"Let's make love."

"Don't we always?"

"No princess, we fuck. There's a very big difference."

"Explain?..." Samantha said, still not understanding what he meant by there being a difference. Sex was sex, it was either good or bad, there weren't different types...right?

"Fucking...fucking is like a one night stand. It's nice, but it doesn't last. It's just simple penetration, with moaning and profanity. Fucking consists of lust, with not much passion. But...making love, making love is only about passion. It's so fucking amazing, babygirl. It's hair tugging, and goosebumps, and screaming each other's name because you love their name so much that you can't stop saying it. Making love is entering you slowly, but destroying you because you love when I destroy you. Making love is causing you to gag with my length, and wiping the strings of spit off of your face instead of letting it linger. So yes, fucking and making love are very different."

Samantha felt breathless from his description, and suddenly the only thing on her mind was how badly she wanted to make love to the man in front of her. She pulled him in for a passionate kiss, digging her hands into his back.

"Show me."