Haphazardly | leon goretzka

Twenty-Seven: D and P

"I don't want to go," Leon sighed, admiring the girl who was currently straddling his lap in bed.

His head was pressed against the wooden headboard as Emilia pressed an open-mouth kiss on his neck. He shivered from the contact, and could practically feel Emi smile from the crook of his neck. In his mind, his girlfriend couldn't possibly understand the hold she had on him; he was practically a lovesick puppy when it came to her.

"The distance isn't ideal, but we'll see each other in a few months," Emi tried to make the best of the situation. "We always have Snapchat and FaceTime...and thank god for that because I need to see that pretty face of yours at least thirty-two times a day."

"Thirty-two? That's a bit of an odd number to throw out there."

Emilia shrugged before responding, "It's Joshua's number. It's been one of my favorites since he moved to Bayern sooo..."

"Can you not bring up Joshua up in bed? It kind of kills the mood," Leon directed, slowly moving his hands up the red, oversized t-shirt Emi was wearing.

As he did so, the shirt began riding up, exposing her matching red lace panties and bare skin to him. He gripped her hips tightly, rubbing his hands over the smooth skin.

Leon leaned over, kissing the top of her right thigh lightly, letting his lips linger on her skin. Emilian felt her face heat up immediately under his touch, as her pale complexion often gave away her embarrassment easily.

His hands began moving up her body at a tantalizing slow pace - her shirt coming up with it. Soon enough, the black shirt was thrown to the ground, and Leon was staring at his girlfriends beautiful body. It was the farthest they had gone with one another thus far.

"You're gorgeous, Emilia," Leon sat up, pressing a kiss between her breasts.

"So are you," She retorted, head falling back from the lustful feeling Leon was inflicting upon her.

"You really think so?" He questioned her, pausing his movements for a moment.

"Are you really digging for compliments right now?" Emilia teased as she ran her hands down his toned chest.

She didn't stop there though; she continued the journey down to his tight, black boxer briefs.

Emilia looked into his eyes, wanting him to know that her words were sincere. "You're an absolute dreamboat, Goretzka."

"A dreamboat, eh?"

"Oh zip it," Emilia laughed, her hands resting on his abs.

Damn, he was an absolute meal, Emi thought. From the abundance of his bedhead curls, to his extremely fit body, and that smirk - ugh, that smirk could make her do things that her mother would be absolutely repulsed by.

Leon took her compliment as an invitation to move his hands down Emilia's body slowly. He glanced up to her as he put two fingers on either side of her waistband, but waited for her to give a clear, verbal, 'yes' before pulling them off her body.

The brown haired boy switched their positions so he was hovering over her. He kissed her deeply before pulling away and moving his mouth south.

He had just made it to her hip bone when she tugged on his hair, and told him to stop. "I'm sorry, Emi, was that too much?" Leon laid next to her, drawing circles on her ribcage.

"No, it was fine. I just - I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I uh," She paused, wanting to choose her next words carefully. "I haven't had sex before. I mean, I've done stuff, but just haven't gone that far before. Ya know, putting the D in the P."