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Yes. Better. Wendy thought, as her lips melded to Leo’s in a kiss that seemed to slowly burn, setting fire after fire as his hands met her waist. Her own splayed into his hair, tugging him backward after his initial step, a smile on her lips when she pulled away just enough to retort.
”I think that’s enough talking — don’t you?”
The words came out in a husky purr, her lips catching his in another kiss before he’d have time to answer. No this was probably not the way they should be doing things, but three months of frustration seems to rear all at once, and maybe after she would be a little more focused and ready to talk.
Two hands each slid down his chest, and took a fistful of his shirt as they made it to the bed. She used them like leverage to pull him down once she sat, then flipped them over in one quick motion, a little wayward giggle finding its way out.
Where he'd thought control might stay his for once, he was obviously mistaken. No sooner had he suggested they move out of the hallway than was he on her bed, with her flipping herself on top of him.
Letting out an awkward breathless laugh as he gazed up at Wendy, Leo tried to wonder why he would ever let himself be surprised by any of this. She was the very definition of unpredictable and spontaneous, everything he wasn't. Probably why he liked her so much. "Y'know a guy could get used to this," he posed, hands splaying out against her lower back, though they kept a respectful limit of going no further. His lopsided grin seemed to grow as he felt the true wash of relief settle over him now, certain that she had forgiven him for his impromptu sabbatical. She was right about having done enough talking, though he'd gladly have side more, but for the moment his lips ached to taste hers again, and so he leaned up, taking a kiss of his own as one hand slowly slid up her back, gently weaving into her hair where it could cradle the back of her head.
