Love Bites (Leon X OC)

Love Bites (pt. 2; warning nsfw)

"... Leon …"

Ah … this dream again …

She was straddling over him, hands gracing over his cheeks before kissing him softly. It was light and sweet, yet it slowly turned into something deeper. Hands slowly graced their way over his back, gliding over his bare skin, touching and gripping his back. He felt her pull herself closer to him, soft whimpers through their lips as she rubbed against him. "Touch me …" she had pleaded. 

It felt wrong. They weren't together, yet he would keep dreaming about a moment like this. He loves her so much, but it physically pains him sometimes because he never said anything when he could have. He remembered when his thoughts were innocent, when all he wanted to do was hold her hand and maybe kiss her cheeks or her lips. Now … Arceus help him because he couldn't stop thinking about her like this. Any time he tried to reverse his thoughts, they were always in vain. That feeling of wanting, he couldn't stop it. 
Just let it happen.

He closed his eyes and let her keep touching him. It was okay because this was a dream. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes once more, though the imagery had changed to see not the woman, nor his wall, but a soft figure in the dark, laying next to him. In the moonlight dark brown locks, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms lotion gave him a clear idea of who was next to him. Dawnya was probably asleep, but it was unusual for her to be in bed with him. No matter how many times he tried to get her to take his bed while he took his couch, she refused. She was always so adamant about it. 

So, was he still dreaming?

Even as close as she was, he still really couldn't believe it. His arms moved to adjust and pull her closer to him. He heard her make a sound but went quiet. It was almost intoxicating in a way. If this was a dream, it was fine to keep touching, right? If this was his dream … making sure she was his was alright … right?

Leaning closer, he brushed away her hair from her neck, his lips touching against her skin. She twitched for a second, but soon relaxed into his touch. Keeping himself close, he breathed softly against her skin and kissed her once more, lingering to suck on her skin. A soft whimper escaped her lips, tilting her neck to give him a better angle. "Leon …" The pleading voice and the adjustment of her body … It only just reconfirmed to him it was a dream, prompting him to keep going.

His hands glided over her stomach as he kept kissing her neck, biting softly once in a while. He left a bruising on the back of her neck before moving his touch somewhere else, this time, just underneath her neck and chin at the side of her right ear, repeating the process until another clumsily made bruising was created.

He could hear her starting to breathe heavily, breathing out his name again. It riled him up, Leon finding himself pushing up to get on top of her. His hands gently pulled down her loose top to expose her neck more before leaning down to bite down. "Ah!" Red eyes turned to look up at the male and became confused before she covered her mouth, perhaps realizing the noise she made.

Leon gave a smirk before leaning down and purring into her ear. "Do that again." His hands started from her stomach and slid underneath her shirt to her breasts, pulling it upwards to expose her. As he touched her, she kept biting down on her lip, eyes watching him closely. He started leaving marks trailing down to her breasts, leading down her stomach. It was addicting to touch and watch her react, not because it was his dream, but because it felt so real. 

The lower he went, the sweeter the sounds she tried to hide was. "L-Leo ~n!" She tried to speak up, but she was completely under his mercy. "Le - Leon, h - hold, ahn!~" It was addicting to hear her moan out the way she did, the subtle hints of pleasure mixed with wanting. He felt her legs squirm underneath him,  locking up while he kept touching her, kissing her stomach and leaving more soft marks on her skin. He pulled himself up towards her face, watching her gaze up at him. 
Breathless and a flustered mess, she gave a confused look. "L - Leon, what are you --mmph?!" Her lips were caught against his, lingering and pressing down. Their tongues tangled with each other, small moans escaping her lips before he had finally pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting them. Her red eyes were glazed over, tongue hanging out slightly as she tried to form words.

"You're so beautiful." Even if it was a dream, it was still her. It was still Dawnya, panting and gasping, looking up at him with the eyes of wanting. She was his for this time only. He rested his head on her shoulder, just wanting to stay in this dream a while longer. "Please … just be mine … for a little longer …" He didn't want to wake up yet. Just because he knew he had to, though, didn't mean for a moment that he was okay with it ending.

However, dreams would have to come to an end, and unbeknownst to Leon, Dawnya's dream had already ended. In fact, Dawnya was probably more awake and sober than he was, for it was no dream to her. If it was anyone other than Leon, she would have smacked the consciousness out of them. But since it was him, and she understood he was very and extremely half asleep and probably still intoxicated, she had to stop this.

Any urge that would have been there was really replaced with the mutual feeling of wanting to be touched by him. But she knew she needed to snap him out of it before he … realized that this most indefinitely was no dream. "Leon …" she spoke softly, a hand patting the back of his head and petting his hair. "Uhm… listen …"

She watched him pull himself up from her, his eyes locking to hers. There was a hint of sadness in them, perhaps realizing the dream was ending. Hands moving from his head to his cheek, she pressed on them gently. She gulped down her nerves and smiled up at him. "Look … I am … I'm really not going to go anywhere … especially if I can help it." Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. 

"... I was … always yours … I still am ... Even if I don't even say it. And … even if you don't realize it."

It didn't take long before she found herself wrapped in his arms, gently, but tightly burying his face into her neckline again. "Can … can we kiss again?"

That seemed odd to ask, considering he did not ask the first time, but she took a deep breath and nodded. This was probably going to backlash on her later, but for now, a kiss was … probably okay? Softly kissing his cheek, she felt him smile softly before he pulled around to touch her lips against his. Unlike earlier, this kiss was softer, and much more sweeter. It lasted longer, hands cupping each other's faces, unwilling to let go of each other just yet. 

The moment they pulled away from each other was the same moment that Leon had finally calmed down and rested himself on top of her. It was … definitely not the most comfortable position, but to Dawnya, she was just happier that he was feeling a bit better. Once he started to softly snore, she smiled and kissed his head. 

"Good night, sleepyhead …"