Feed My Love -|Kleo Smut Oneshots|-

-Handle Me-

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"I don't understand, what can't you handle, Leo!"

She walked towards him with an exasperated stride and threw her hands up in the air.

"I- I don't know, Kate. We've been friends for so long it's just difficult to imagine making that change, is all." He ran a hand through his hair, squeezing his hip with his other hand and looking at her with wild eyes.

He loved Kate, he really did. But recently this love had been growing out of his grip, and he wasn't sure he could manage it the way she expected him to.

"It's very simple, you either want me, or you don't. We can't go on like this. I really, really love you, Leo. You know I do. But I need to feel like you love me back."

She stood five feet away from him, a loose ponytail hanging low on the side of her neck and big eyes calling for him to react in some way, any way.

Her white v-neck showed her black brassiere underneath. It cupped her full breasts and showed just the right amount of texture through the thin fabric of the shirt.

She placed her long fingers around herself as she crossed her arms, eager for Leo to make a decision once and for all.

He let himself fall down on the couch behind him, arms spread wide across the back of it, eyes on the carpet beneath his feet.

She was tired. Tired of this insecurity. She needed him to come back to her. Kate wasn't gonna let go that easily.

Determined, she walked over to him and stood between his feet, her white sneakers catching his eyes and making him look up into hers.

"Can you handle me sitting next to you?" She asked in a low, confident tone.

He scrunched his eyebrows and caved in a bit, taken aback by her simple request.

He moved aside to make room for her on the couch.

She sat down next to him, legs crossed. He stared ahead.

"Can you handle me laying my head on your shoulder?" She asked again, looking at him sideways.

He turned to look at Kate, silently answering her question.

She gazed straight ahead and laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling into the crevice of his jaw and neck, breathing deeply. She put her hand on his and slowly intertwined their fingers.

Leo took a shaky breath in and exhaled, relaxing into the familiar gesture. She smelled like lavender and fresh laundry.

Kate slipped her sneakers off, revealing mismatched yellow and red socks that made him smile.

Without looking at him this time, she asked, "Can you handle this?"

Raising her head, she gave him one last, hopeful look before placing her lips to the pulse of his neck, letting them rest there for a second or two, then she pulled away.

He tightened his grip on her hand.

"Yes," He said.

She moved her kiss further up, kissing his jaw and then his lower cheek.

His breathing deepened. The warmth of her lips was something he hadn't felt in some time, something he didn't realize he had missed, and, right at this moment, something he couldn't get enough of.

She raised their intertwined hands and stroked his with her thumb. Kate placed one lingering kiss on their fingers and looked at Leo again.

"Can you handle this?"

She uncrossed her legs and pulled one over his lap, climbing over and straddling him. She kept her face centimetres away from his.

"Yes," he exhaled, suddenly out of breath.

Kate took his hands and wrapped them around her back, and Leo's fingers tentatively pressed into her skin, feeling the clasp of her bra and the waistband of her jeans.

She looked deep into his eyes, completely exposed for Leo to see her every reaction, and exhaled at the sensation of his hands around her. It was new, and it was good.

The friction of their jeans rubbing together and her warm breath on his face made Leo groan, rolling his head back and closing his eyes.

She went back to placing kisses on his neck, just underneath his jaw, and worked her way up as she softly rocked her broad hips, longing for more than just friction between them.

"Ah," Leo breathed as Kate kissed the corner of his lips.

He couldn't take it anymore, he had to be close -closer- to her. He needed her.  Only her.

He turned his head and linked their lips, making Kate buckle with relief. She whimpered softly at the feeling she had needed for so long, and Leo placed a hand on her neck, covering the height of it with his big fingers.

She leaned into the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing him to take control. She gave into his body, softening in his touch.

She pushed her hips down sharply on his, making him buck, and they cried out in pleasure, almost panting.

Kate wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest so she was breathless.

Her hands caressed his face, his neck, his covered chest, and suddenly she couldn't cope with the idea of having fabric coming between them.

Her fingers expertly found the first button of his white shirt and undid it, but she was too exasperated and tugged on the collar too tightly, ripping the rest of the buttons off.

Leo's hands found their way underneath her shirt, pressing his palms into her warm skin, and he felt her shiver beneath them. He moved his lips to her neck, content with the slight moans he got as she pressed his head against her.

Kate pushed her hands into his naked chest, feeling his muscles underneath the skin, and peeled herself away from him, looking into wild eyes.

She breathed heavily and felt Leo's hands cup her ass, pressing her hips against him. Her mouth fell open as she moaned.

Finally, with one hand against Leo's warm cheek, she asked for the last time.

"Can you handle me?"

He touched his forehead to hers, rubbing their noses together.

"Yes," he said.

And she closed her eyes.