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“I don’t know how else to say this… do you want to make out on my couch?”
“Thought you’d never ask” Leona says cooly, in spite of the rosy flush slowly creeping up on his cheekbones.
His kisses are slow, savoring, unhurried. It feels like he is trying to memorize every square inch he can touch, his bright eyes squinting at you every time you separate desperate for breath, like he’s afraid if he blinks that he will miss something.
His hands are calloused from Spelldrive practice, searingly hot and rough despite the way he trails his fingers over your skin like you might break if he so much as breathed on you too hard.
Every sarcastic and sassy remark he would say in any other circumstance melts in his mouth.
He’s desperately pushing himself against you for that small bit of more warmth, that second more of touch, that single breaths length of how you smell, the softness of your hair and the way that you feel better than he had even imagined.
“Hey…” he quietly whispers, barely able to be heard. “I want you… can I…” he can’t even finish his sentence. He’s terrified, he got this far but… but what if you…
“…yes.” You are barely able to finish that single syllable before he’s on you again, face burning, hands shaking.
He looks so focused on being cool, on being suave and taking you the way he has in his dreams where you pulled him closer by his tie and whispered how much you want to feel him.
Pulling your jacket from your shoulders, slipping the buttons from the holes in your vest and pausing when he finally sees your skin. You’re burning hot, just like he was, your eyes, half lidded, burned into him and he had to remind himself that this was really happening yet again.
He kissed and stroked every inch he could reach, you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
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“…it’s not funny to joke like that, you know? A guy could get the wrong idea.” Ruggie’s shoulders shook with his signature laugh, his hand desperately trying to cover the burning of his face at your suggestion.
You paused, eyes burning into his as you bit your lip in thought.
“…what if I want you to get the wrong idea?
Ruggie’s eyes widened at the statement. You couldn’t be… not with him… right?
“Are you sure?” He felt so vulnerable, like he had pulled his heart straight out of his chest and held it out to you on a silver platter. He would be lying to himself that he would do anything for you to like him… to love him… but…
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He gaze snapped to yours and in what felt like a millisecond he was on you.
His breathing heavy, his kisses like a man starved as he balled up his hands in the fabric of your shirt.
He felt so suffocatingly warm and so, so desperate. Ruggie’s self-restraint was like a rubber band ready to snap, muscles tense and feeling like he would devour you before you could even imagine to stop him.
Leading you backwards and pushing you down on you ragged couch, he climbed on top of you and immediately set to start ridding himself of all of his layers while his smiling eyes never left yours for a second.
“…I don’t want to scare you Prefect, but you do need to know that I’m a ride-or-die kind of guy.”
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“…say that again?” Jack’s eyes were wide as they bore into yours, unblinkingly staring at your lips as if he could read different words on them and properly convince himself this was a dream.
With a sudden burst of confidence, you spoke each word with clear diction and emphasis.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jack swallowed loudly and nodded, though the shock on his face did not leave. He leaned his face closer to yours slowly, as if he was expecting you to take back your request at any time.
You trailed your fingertips to the back of his nape and slowly coaxed his lips closer until they met yours in a soft lock.
Jack’s eyes closed with a sigh as he melted into you, his stiff body language loosening as he draped himself on your body.
When you finally separated, his eyes were glassy and unfocused, never leaving your lips as he spoke.
“…more.” He whispered, terrified that this whole situation was a fluke and that you would reneg on your request to kiss him at any moment.
You grabbed his hand and slowly sat him on your couch, carefully crawling onto his lap as he stared at you on awe.
“I’ll give you anything you want, Jack.”