Fuzzy Bracelets

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Gwendolyn had taken much care in getting ready, she knew where she was going to go today, and she wanted to look nice. Her long brown locks were worn loose with a slight curl at the ends and framing her face. She took care in dressing herself in a dark blue vest, the sort that stopped so it hit in the middle of your rib cage a small notch at the bottom of the vest, buttons down the front, along with the v shape at the top of the vest. Five black buttons were upon the front of the vest, all buttoned, the buttons were not overly large nor were they so small that fingers fumbled when accessing them. A green and blue plaid skirt, much like one would see on a catholic school girl, though shorter in length then the two inches above the knee, but that hung low enough that it would be decent. White knee high stockings, were tucked into her black heels. The only jewelry she wore, was the pair of fuzzy handcuffs she had received as a gift from Spider in the Easter basket. She had taken the first white fuzzy handcuff and snapped it close on her wrist, then she took the second one after turning the small chain between them and locked that upon the same wrist just a bit higher then the first. She did not notice the key that was connected to the two pairs by a slip of string. When she moved her wrist a small clinking of the key against the chains could be heard. Picking up the business card she would hold it in her hand, she hoped that people would be nice if she got lost on her way.

Steps would be taken in a bounce, well as many bounces as it took to get down them all, and with the heels. She was lucky she wasn’t a klutz or she would have been a ball rolling down the stairs. Once she made it down the stairs she moved out the door, and on her way. Steps were taken, towards town, that was where this shop was located right? In town? The girl had no sense of direction so it would be a rather good surprise to her that after traveling for a while, (some of that in her cheating form), that she would start to come upon buildings.

Instead of going the way that the cardboard birdie lead her to Archer’s Lab, she went in a different direction to go to the place on the card, she spoke the name out loud. “Here, here, where are you, Fabrications by Design. Come out wherever your hiding.” A man and woman standing in the street heard the girl talking to herself, and the man grinned, as the woman hit him. Of course, Gwen did not see this, but she did hear the woman call out and direct Gwen in the right direction. A thank you very much was given to the pair, and off she went into the direction of the store.

Once she was given the right direction to the store it did not take her long to find it. When she reached the outside of the store, she looked up at the building to make sure she had the right spot. Once she was sure of that, she would step into the building, and her hazel gaze would dart around, though she would move out of the way of the door. No blocking entrances or exits, for that was not very nice, to the side of it she went.

[Leo]

When stepping into Fabrications by Design it may be obvious that it catered to a certain group of clientel. It was not the kinda where anyone from off of the street was walking around and those who were roaming about had one or two attendants shadowing behind them, helping with various selections or paying for purchases. If a person wasn't being helped on the floor then they were on one of the three raised stages that were partially surrounded by full lenght mirrors. Up there the person was either being fitted or measured. 

The shop was bright, full of light, the large windows accented with lavender curtains which were pulled to the sides of the windows by braided golden cords. The floors were a light grey marble, small purple flecks added in the mix, and the walls were a cream colour with dark wood baseboards. What there was to see consisted of shelves with various fabrics along them. Cottons, silks, satin, poult and faille, chiffon, organdie, voile - even denim - and more, all of various variety and colors. There were even leathers, hard and soft. Acessories were off to one side and displayed neatly. This was not a store the t-shirt and jeans variety were sold - even if they could be made. There may have been a male being serviced in the store but every visible worker was a young and pretty lady between 20 and 30 years of age dressed in long flowing skirts of purple and laced corsets.   

When Gwendolyn entered a worker or two looked in her direction and then one of the two who had been standing around the acessories walked over. She had a round face and her frame had height, posture was straight and her eyes had a curiousty wondering if this female who walked in was here for a job or if she were simply lost. 

"Hello Miss. What is it that I can assist you with?"

Gwendolyn was new in the shop, it was to be expected that a girl or two would continue to make passing glances at her while they were about their work. It was their job to assist.  

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Now upon entering the store she had not a clue what to expect. She had not been told anything about the store, not really, so it was left up to what one's mind might think. And with Gwen well that was hard to say, for she hadn't thought much on what would be inside. She was not known for thinking things through in a more traditional manner. More of the sort that just asked tons of questions.

So as the people in the store, might glance towards her way, she wouldn't notice if anyone had or not. She was to busy looking at all the different fabrics. She had never seen so many gathered in one place in her whole young life. She had stood rooted to that very spot, near the door yet not in the way of it, and she probably would of stayed there even longer if the woman had not came over.

As it was, it took a moment, for her to bring her attention off of the fabrics and to the lady. A smiled formed as she looked to the woman. "Hello." Now she paused for a half a second, biting her lower lip, because she really did not know. And then she remembered the card it was in her hand, it was also how she found the place. Lifting the card up, face outstretched she looked to the woman. She remembered what she was suppose to say! "Leo sent me." The words were a statement but they might of came out as a bit of a question as well.

[Leo]

It was when Gwen had said that she was sent to the store by Leo that the attitude of the lady who had done the greeting changed. Gone were the questionable eyes and the curious nature of her voice, those things were replaced with a perfectly polished courtesy as the lady fanned out her skirt on either side. 

"I'm sorry," forgiveness asked as she straightened, "I did not know you were of the Master Mînguez." A turn and she motioned to the other lady who she had been with at the register to come forth. 

"Quick, go and tell him that she is here," went the instruction and the other started off to the pair of doors at the far end of the shop.  The one that was still there turned back to Gwen with a hand upon her chest. "Welcome to Fabrications by Design, my name is Emily."

Emily smiled to Gwen and stepped back as she spread her arm to usher Gwen forward. "Come. Come and let me show you our fabrics, some of the best quality you will ever feel that are sure to fit your...." Emily cast a quick look over Gwen's attire and this time she noticed what was on her arm. Seeing that made her words to stall. "Your...particular choice...of style."

Though she would not say anything to the Señor about his whereabouts - for actvites for the workers knew them to be many - Emily could not help the curious thought in her mind as she led Gwen to the fabrics.  

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Gwendolyn had a confused look on her features for a moment. She did not understand the reason the lady was saying she was sorry. "Sorry?" But then she was distracted by the lady when she spoke to the other woman. Gwen's features relaxed into a smile, just an every day smile.

And then the lady was introducing herself to Gwendolyn, and she smiled to her. "It is nice to meet you Emily. I'm Gwendolyn." It was only right when one gave you a name to repay it in kind. A small pause, "But most people just call me Gwen," Most people, because a few had other names for her. "I don't wish to disturb anyone." She looked off to the fabrics again before lifting her hazels to Emily. She did not wish to be a bother, even though it did look like most of the people in the store were waited on quite well.

Her voice had that quality of awe in it, when she spoke of the fabrics, as Emily had opened her arms and showed them off. She moved forward with the ushering. "I have never seen so many fabric's in one place before." And then the ladies other words, caught her attention too, but perhaps not in the same way. If she would of caught the look at the bracelet Gwen would of explained about how they were a gift. But she didn't. She bit her lower lip once more, "I think my personal style changes a lot." She was never bashful about clothing, she wore whatever she felt comfortable in for the day.

She was to scared to actually touch the fabrics, because she was afraid if she touched one, she wouldn't quit until she touched all the fabrics. It was not that her hands were dirty either, but the one that held the business card held onto that card, as her other hand came to play against the corner of the card. Hopefully that would still the urge to reach out and feel the fabrics. She had been doing so well with not reaching out and feeling peoples clothing anymore, like she used to do, but this was almost to much temptation!

[Leo]

"Nonsense, nonsense."

Emily was a bit confused as she had told the girl that she could look at the fabrics and yet, here she was hesitating and not touching anything. Were her hands dirty? Did she think that she would be yelled at if she touched and possibly left a mark? Emily reached out to a bulk of Doupioni - a very lightweight and smooth flowing silk. Even while it was being handled this fabric moved without hindrance and able to be compared to a smooth flow of water. This particular bolt was a deep forest green and a path of it was being held out to Gwendolyn to feel.

"You are being no trouble at all," Emily said as she waited. "If we had known to expect you at this time we would have had him informed of your presence when you entered." The fabric was pulled more to allow for Gwen to have more space to explore the feel of it.

"Touch. Please, see what you like. I am sure that the Master Mînguez would want for you to find something that you like." Emily was choosing in her mind to think that this Gwendolyn was invited to the shop by Leo for clothing and not for the role-play of the captured school-girl.

Meanwhile, back in the office, Leo had just hung up the phone when the other lady who had been at the register came in. She told him who was there and he smiled, glad to know that she had taken up his offer to come to the shop. He checked his appearance in the small mirror (the office was a decent size with a desk, a round meeting table for four and a couch) before he started to leave. Right before opening the door he changed his mind about his attire and hung up his brown jacket. This left him with a black button suit shirt to go along with his pant and shoes.

When he stepped out of his office and onto the main floor the workers that saw gave him small courtesies and words of greetings that he repaid with smiles and tips of his head.

"There is my Gaitto," Leo said warmly as he came upon the two women. Emily moved back as the man went to greet Gwen in his normal way of a kiss to either cheek.

"I was showing her a color that she may be interested in for a long skirt."

Leo reached out to take Gwen's hands and in doing so saw the 'bracelet' on her wrist. "Gracious Emily." She nodded and stayed off to the side but did not return to the job she was doing previous. She had not been dismissed.

"Gaitto," Leo said while looking down at Gwen's wrist. "What an interesting choice you have made for jewelry. Are you intending to chain yourself to something?" For he had noticed the key as well.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Biting her lower lip she moved closer to the fabric. If one did not know of Gwen's quirk with fabrics they might think that she was afraid of them. It was just so hard to quit something and then have temptation staring right at you in the face. As it was, the girl could resist anything, anything but temptation. So when that green Doupioni was held out, she felt if she didn't touch it, she was going to start twitching. And that would just not be right. So her hand reached out slowly, before fingers would touch the fabric rubbing it between her thumb and her two fingers. As she did such, her eyes closed just a moment, before she did her best to release the fabric. The sound causing a small jingle of the key against the chains of the white fuzzy handcuffs around her wrist.

She looked away from the fabric a moment, as it slipped from her fingers, and she smiled to the woman, Emily. "Oh good! I am glad I am not a being a bother." She wasn't used to such things, and having not clue what to expect when she came into the door, besides that there was fabric, she was doing her best. Okay, remember how she had dropped the fabric, now that there was more of it out so she could see it, her fingers went right back to it. She lifted it and was looking at the drape of it, at least that's what it looked like, when in reality she was savoring the feel of it. And no there was not a single dirt smudge from her fingers from where she had previously touched it. The feel of the soft silk upon her hand felt nice. Not that she was going to say that, not right off.

Now, lucky for Gwen she couldn't read thoughts, because she wouldn't of had a clue what role-play was, nor that of a captured school girl. The silk was let go as she touched the fabric next to it, just to get a texture of feeling. It was when her fingers were still upon the fabric, that her attention was piqued by Emily stepping backwards, and she had just been about to ask if she had done something wrong. But that did not happen, and the fabrics had been forgotten because Leo was there! When he did his normal greeting, she did not back away as she never did, instead her smile grew if it was possible, straight up into her hazel eyes. "Leo!" The single word said with much happiness.

Then when Emily spoke, Gwen smiled back over to her, she wasn't the sort that would just ignore the woman cause Leo was now there too. Oh no, that would just be rude. "It is a very pretty color, and super soft too." That was pretty much her way of saying that she liked Emily's taste, without knowing exactly how to say exactly that.

When Leo reached down and took her hand, her own went rather easily, as she was rather relaxed with Leo. Though he might feel that warmth that came from her hand being in contact with another, it was a safe warmth for she was in her human form. When he did notice her bracelet, she cast him a curious look. "Chain myself to something? What do you mean?" But then she looked down to her fuzzy bracelet, a small tinkle could still be heard when ever that arm moved. "It was a gift from Spider. At least I think it was her! When I got back to my room after chatting with you and Epiphany, there was a basket there. And Spider is the only one that I know of that would give me gifts, without telling me whom it was from." Nor did she say why Spider would be her logical choice for the gifts. She tilted her head up to Leo, "Don't you like it? I think its pretty!" Now would he take the easy route or would he actually explain the item to her?

[Leo]

Warm hands.

How had he not noticed before that she had warm hands? It was true that before the Spaniard did not spend much time - or any at all - in the act of holding her hand and so that could be the case. For usually his hands were away or engaged to keep them from being easily seen. This time he was holding her hand so the story was different. He remembered what she had told and shown him about the other part of her only this was something a bit unexpected. Leo had a hesitant to magic - even if he used a thing or two of them for work - but not to things holy. The warmth, it was a Holy thing. Right? When they were not in he open perhaps he would ask.

"They are pretty, sí, but they are not bracelets, they are handcuffs." He moved his fingers between the two cuffs and eased aside the fuzz in hopes of getting a finger to hook to the chain. "You see?" Leo asked with a smile while he tipped his head to the side as he watched her. He was looking to see if she was playing a joke on him or if she did not really know. “You use them to keep a person from easily leaving or having much use of their hands. These ones here. . . are used in a similar way but not.”

A very slow shake of his head as Leo turned his back towards Emily and leaned towards the ear of his Gaitto to whisper. "You don't know, do you? About these particular ones?"

After that he stood back up straight and pressed a hand against her shoulder. It let his hands disconnect with hers so his mind would stop questioning the warmth and he could use that position to help lead her away. "I think that is a fine choice of cloth, Emily. Could you prepare that cloth and complimentary shades and fabric types for fit and measuring? I'm taking Gwendolyn to the office and when we return I want to have her fitted." Leo called her by full name because that is how the staff was to address her. He would hope that she would not mind. Leo looked at his Gaitto with a pleased smile and rubbed his hand in a small circle upon her back.

"If you would come with me to my office I will tell you about what you're wearing on your wrist." His eyes looking over at them again before giving a gentle urging push of his hand to her shoulder. "If Spider is the one who gave you these things maybe she is wanting you to know their proper function so that you can use it on her?" that did have some sense about it.

His Gaitto tied down with fuzzy handcuffs, in a short skirt with that giggling laughter of hers included was an encouraging thought. Sure there had to be someplace in his office he could use to tie her down. Visual explainations were always the best.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

This was the first time he had taken her hand in his, for any length of time, that was not in a passing. Not that Gwendolyn would complain about that. But that would explain, in part, why he wouldn’t of noticed the warm hands in the past. Now it was curious that his hands were normally hidden from view. Though she would need more interactions with him, before realizing that and perhaps asking him, as she was oft to do with things that she was curious about. She had told Leo about that side of her, and she was rather happy, that he didn’t just blurt things out. Of course, she trusted him, because when she told him it was after she had quit blabbing everything to everyone, even if she slipped up every so often.

Now, when Leo said that her bracelet was pretty she smiled, but that smile did falter. When he said what they were and he was showing her the chain between them, she lifted her head upwards, with a look of confusion. “I just thought that the bracelets were attached. Like a new fashion!” That in itself should tell him she had not a clue what handcuffs were. Then she paused, when he was speaking about them again. Nodding her head when he talked about them being used to restrict the use of hands or being used to keep someone from easily leaving. For a half a second a impish look crossed over her features, before that thought was gone, because he said these ones were a bit different. Mouth opened to ask what he meant, but she did not get that question out, because she saw the shake of his head.

It was when he whispered about her and not knowing about the handcuffs, in particular that she had upon her wrists, she gave a little shake of her head. She didn’t even know about regular handcuffs until Leo just told her! Let alone the fuzzy ones!

When Leo was speaking to Emily, Gwen had a smile still upon her features, it was a genuine smile. She was just normally a happy girl, and she did not often hide that, and she thought Emily was nice. So of course, that smile would have been flashed to her. Though she didn’t say anything because really there was nothing she needed to put in, at the moment and that was fine.

Besides Gwen was happily beaming inside because her hero was touching her. So when he said to go with him to his office and he would explain things, and with the gentle urging, it did not take much for her steps to go in the direction he was steering her in, a small bounce in that step of hers. That was the second person to say that about Spider, and she would use the same words she had on the other, even as she continued moving. Her words were spoken quietly even as she let out one of those little laughs. “Spider is a married woman.” Now saying that Spider’s wife was missing, wasn’t coming out of her mouth, because it wasn’t Gwen’s stuff to be sharing. And once she knew someone was married she wouldn't even have thoughts of that person not being faithful to their spouse. Even if it was really really hard for her not to just tell Leo all of the above. As it was the girl was stuck on the whole thing being okay for others but she thought every girl needed a hero. In her mind a hero was a male.

He must be a quick learner, because with Gwen she always did better with visual aids, then when someone just told her something. She would continue to move with him until they did make it into his office. Doing her best not to just ask all the question’s in her head, she would give Leo a few moments of quiet, he might of wished she had a gag as well.

[Leo]

Leo listened to his Gaitto with a smile as he led her thorough the store and in the direction of office at the back. He kept walking casual and even laughed when she mentioned that Spider was a married woman. He did not laugh very loud or hard but a few of the workers did look over in their direction. It was not everyday that Leo had a female sent to him. To the shop for him? Those workers had seen bits of the interaction and there was going to be some talk of questions. After hours. When they were sure that they were out of listening shot of their employeer. 

Leo spoke again as he went to open the office door. "There are some who are married that enjoy sharing themselves sexually with other people." It was not his manner to always speak of things in such a blunt manner. However he was of the thinking that if he minced words then she would not get what he was trying to say. Best let it be known and understood than passed over and confused. This didn't mean that he was in comfort talking it to her. The knob turned easily and he opened the door.

"Estan aquí, here we are." Translating whathe had told her as he ushered a hand inside. He of course would wait until she were in before moving in and closing the door behind him. Once that door was closed any of the curious eyes that had been watching would turn back to their point of business. 

He motioned to the couch if she wanted to sit there, it would be soft but not overly so for a person to sink. It was comfortable. She could continue to follow him but he was only going to his desk that was catacornered to the back right. Leo continued on with what he was saying before they entered. "So if your Spider lady friend and her partner are ones who like to share with other people then that could be a suggestion of what she would want to do to you." Let us tie down the school and begin disciplinary measures. He would only hope that she could not read minds. 

The thought in his head is what caused him to exhale deeply as he got to his desk and knelt, opening the bottom drawer and push through some papers. "These," he said as he stood up, "are real handcuffs." The Spainard had produced a pair of dull metal handcuffs and was currently displaying them buy holding on one of the cuffs. 

Was it circumstantial that Leo happened to have cuffs in his drawer? If he had those, what else was there? 

"They are like yours, only without the fluff and are heavier." To demonstrate he let them drop down on his desk and they did so with a heavy plop.         

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Oh, but she heard that laugh when it came after those words, and it would cause her to wonder why. She would never think that a married person would have such thoughts! Wasn’t that the reason why her own foster mother never married? That’s what she always believed at least. People always had questions, hopefully none of them were to bad, or interfering in things! And then he was telling her what caused him to laugh, and she blinked a moment. “Then why get married?” It did not make any sense to her! But seeing that they were on the talk of Spider, she would turn to look at Leo just so. “Though I do like Spider, but she’s a girl, not a boy.” And that explained everything didn’t it? And it was wise of him to not mince words, because if he had, there was a very good chance that she would not fully understand what he was saying.

She was glad that he did translate what he said, otherwise she would have had to ask him. Just as the first time that he had used his name for her, she would attempt to repeat him. “Estan aqua.” Now, her accent wasn’t the best, but when he used words, she tried to repeat them at least once. A quick little smile, as he opened the door and in she went.

When he motioned to the couch, she took that as her cue, moving both hands to the back of her skirt, she would bend at the knees and sit down. The couch was soft, but thankfully she didn’t sink into the couch, because that could of proven a issue later when she wished to get up. Legs were not crossed, but pressed together at the knees, as she watched Leo. She blinked again, a shake of her head. “She thought I was fornicating at the noon hour with her father.” That explained everything right? Gwen was really good at remembering bits and pieces and tossing them out there. She did remember what it meant after having looked up the word, so there was a bit of a blush, creeping up her checks. He was in luck she couldn’t read minds, which was probably for the best, in both of their cases!

Now, when Leo pulled out the ‘real’ handcuffs, she hopped up from the couch. With a bounce, careful not to bounce right out of her shirt, she was half way to the desk. Her hair bounced away from her and back to frame her face again. When he spoke and then dropped them with a plop her hazel gaze was stuck on the handcuffs. Once she reached the desk, she moved her hand to take the key, and unlocked the first cuff then the second. The key would be changed hands, and she took the hand with the handcuffs upwards, and let them drop. The sound was quieter then the ones that he dropped. Which she thought that they would be, but she wanted the demonstration so she knew for sure.

“So yours wouldn’t be as nice on the wrist?” Now that might not be a normal question but it really was. His looked harsh with all the metal where hers were not. She looked at the wrist that had the handcuffs wrapped around them, and there was not a mark that she had had anything there. “And they are not used for the same thing?” That’s what he said right? That he would tell her about them, in his office, so she would look at him questioningly. She thought to ask him another question but she was saving that one for a little bit later.

[Leo]

He had to laugh when she tried to repeat the words that he had said. It wasn't a loud laugh to tease with but it was a humor one for he thought it was a good attempt. The laugh transferred over to a smile that only stayed as he saw her jump up from the couch and head to the desk where he was. Leo took his left hand and scratched his fingers under his chin as he tipped his head away. It was a way to mask the look of expression on his face at her words about fornication.

"Were you dressed like that with the handcuffs when she saw you? Ah, if you were I see her reasoning." He drew his hand down and swung his head to the direction of the door. "I would wager the women out there are thinking that is why you are here with me." It was more than a wager. He knew for sure that if his boss would have been here to see that a teasing jest would be made.

Leo pressed the pad of his thumb between his eyes. There was no need for a show of caution while in the office, it was a very secure space, and so he did not put much restrain on his actions. "Before I tell you the difference of the cuffs, it's good that you tried to copy what I said. It's pronounced 'Es-taun ah-key'" he said it slow and did well to hit the pronunciation to help her say it right. This was a brief distraction to help pull his mind on the right track, although with the handcuffs this was not so easy.

The Spaniard slide his cuffs to himself and picked them from the table, as they were unlocked he opened one ring. "If you were a ba-- a person who." He was stumbling for he was trying to think of the right things to say. Having a thought he bent down by the front of his desk and motioned for her to follow.

"Let us say that I came into my office to find you sneaking around and trying to steal something from me. In a not so nice way I would grab you. May I?" asking because she could say no. Leo moved to do just that if there was approval. Behind her to wrap his left arm about her waist, take hold of her left wrist and hold her against him the man was sure to keep his arm in one spot. From this position he was trying to not think of the smell of her hair or any warmth he may feel with the contact of her skin. "And...with my other hand, I'd attach the cuffs." closing the hard steel about her wrist.

Leaning them forward he would then aim to attach the other cuff to the closet desk leg. From behind her Leo turned his head more towards hers with his lips not to far from her ear. "And then I would have you. Secured."

He really had taken an easy way for her and tried not to be rough or even hold tightly to his arm around her or have his fingers stray. All was very hard to do. But he was lingering in the hold and so he started to let her go. But he didn't uncuff her.

Not yet.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Oh no! She would never think her hero was laughing at her in a mean way. That was not something she would associate with him, for however long he stayed being that, which could be a rather long time. She did use the larger word, because it was more technical, and that was the word that Spider had used. If Spider would of said hot monkey love, that would have been how Gwen would refer to it, if she brought up the situation to anyone else. As it was, she had to look the word up, and she was quite sure she had blushed.

A thoughtful look crossed her features, what had she been wearing on that day? Surely she had not been wearing, well wait that first time she was making the cards, so she for sure was not wearing such clothing as she did today. Head began to shake in a no fashion, her soft curls bouncing around her face, they moved a bit more even after she stopped shaking her head. “Oh no! And I couldn’t of had the handcuffs, because those are a new gift.” They were a gift, and she had never owned a pair of handcuffs before the ones she had now. When Leo said that the women out in the shop very well might think that she was there for a noon time fornication with Leo she watched his face. Of course, there might have been a bit of a blush to cross her features, but she was the curious sort. She knew that people thought what they wanted to and not much would change those thoughts! “I do hope that does not hurt your reputation.” She had heard, when people thought that other’s were partaking in such exercises, that it sometimes had people thinking negative things about them.

Her right hand lifted and brushed back the locks that had fallen forward, fingers separating once they reached the hair, pushing backwards till she got towards the ends, her hand would be lifted free. When he spoke of telling her the difference she would nod eagerly, undoing the previous action of pushing her hair back. When he broke the word down for her, her luck at saying it would improve, though just like before with any word he was teaching her, there was a good chance that it would not stay in her head for overly long. “Es-taun ah-key.” If there was any fancy rolling of any of the letters, that would not work. She was always glad when he taught her new words, even if she did not use them all the time.

Now he was speaking about the handcuffs and she perked all, all ears on him! If she was a ba, a sheep, she almost asked him about how a person was a sheep, but then he got up, and her attention moved off of that, and instead was watching him. When he motioned for her to follow she did just that, and when he bent down, she did as well, same sort of position as him. She was a good student!

She almost protested the thought of her sneaking around Leo’s office but she did catch what he was getting at before her mouth opened. Then he said what he would do, and if she would be okay if he did. She nodded, “Yes.” Really, she did not have to give him a big whole speech on that right? It was still nice of him to ask and not just do it. And then he grabbed her around the waist, as he took her left wrist and held her against him. She was paying attention to what he was doing, because she thought any information was good information to have, was it not? Good thing she took showers quite regularly! Including the washing of her hair. “Oh! That makes sense!” She wasn’t moving away from him or wiggling or anything! She was being a good little hostage.

And the next thing she knew her hand was now cuffed to the desk. She moved to look at the desk leg and back to the cuff against her wrist. She did not ask him to remove it, but she did speak. “This cuff isn’t as soft as the other ones.” He was very gentle with her, she had assumed that if someone really was sneaking around he wouldn’t of been so gentle, and that they wouldn’t of just sat there and let him do it, without putting up at least a little fight. Besides Leo was comfortable.

She would feel Leo moving, so she would wait until he moved before she would make herself comfortable, by laying on the floor, her belly pressed against the floor. Her skirt had moved up a bit, so the hem hit just above the end of her rear end, which caused her white lace undies to be seen. Her legs bent at the knees, feet swinging a bit, free arm bent at the elbow, hand holding her head up. Waiting patiently for what Leo was going to say or teach her next!

[Leo]

If she had been anyone besides herself then Leo may have thought that she was teasing a poor man by laying down on the ground in front of him like she was doing. He was still behind her, moving back when she did, but he was able to bare full witness to what happened to her short skirt when she laid down. His eyes were telling him that the skirt would not cover much and the evidence was presented before him in white for him to see.

Did he look? Of course he did. Leo was a true blooded male after all even if he was one with a certain level of manners. His head would do a ninety degree tilt and he heard her say something about a reputation, exactly what he did not know it could have been about her own. "What they think of you will not have baring on the service they provide."

He was a man who was acting out of his element. If he engaged in the art of guise and secrets then his Gaitto would think that maybe he wasn't interested in the things she had to say. Besides, there was nothing about her that said that she was a person he had to be guarded around. So he was trying not to be.

"Yes. Yes the difference." He should indulge himself in flights of fancy later and scooted himself from where he had been and to her side closer to her face. Good thing that her chest was not pushing out of her shirt, yes? "You already see that it's heavier and no doubt doesn't feel too good. I could tighten them and keep you chained until I was done with you. Typically both hands would be chained to make it harder for you to attempt an escape. For many, the fear of being unable to get away makes one difference between the two. Let's....let's compare." stopping himself before he rambled on anymore.

He cleared his throat and reached up to get the fuzzy handcuffs she had brought with her. "Now, if you would roll over and extend your arm to the other leg of the desk I will chain that hand to it. You will see that it will be more comfortable and you could probably escape if you pulled." once she knew more of the difference between the two then maybe he could explain better.

One thing was for sure and that is that he was not going to roll her over himself. That would have been too much. Laying over her in a dominate position to tie her down, possibly having her giggle under him. It would be mentally easier for him if he only had to get on her other side and chain.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Lucky or perhaps not so lucky for them, she wouldn’t have a clue how to tease a poor man, on purpose that is. Though sometimes she stumbled upon such a thing, without knowing she was doing it, of course. Nor would she think about the fact her short skirt would ride up. For the longest time the only clothing she wore were the long skirts like her foster mothers. Then she had been introduced to blue jeans, which happen to be a gateway drug, into other clothing options.

She was clueless on how such things could effect others, but even if she had known that her white lace underwear was showing, she wouldn’t think anything of it. That’s why people wore underwear right? Sure, it wasn’t suppose to be out on display but if someone happened to see it, it was still okay. Everything that was suppose to be covered was. It also was the one thing that she had never been shy about. “Oh! No no no. Not what they think of me Leo, but if they think that we are in here, doing, well you know…I don’t want to hurt your reputation.” She stressed the your, what his worker’s and others thought about her, wouldn’t effect her, as much as what others thought about those she cared about. Nor did she think that the nice Ms. Emily would treat her in a not nice way because of her going into Leo’s office with him. But she did not have to work with her and the others.

Oh no! He wouldn’t have to be guarded with her, she wouldn’t do anything that would hurt her hero! She would be as tight lipped about anything with him as she was about her bff, and her sister and the others. If it were not for Epiphany she might of slipped more about herself. When she thought about it, people just might assume about Epiphany and Gwen did not want anything bad to be said or happen to her because of her.

Well, yes, lucky for him she was bent upwards, just slightly for her chin to rest in that hand. Though if he stayed low to the ground, depending on where he was exactly and how his eyes were trained, there would be a chance he might very well see something. The vest that was buttoned up the front, wasn’t skin tight, it was tight but there was wiggle room, the fabric hung towards the ground, possibly giving him a straight shot of seeing the white lacy bra that was under the vest. His words had her perked upwards, “Done doing what with me?” He said until I was done with you so it was a logical question right? She did pay attention to the rest of his words her head giving a small bob even, to show she had!

When he spoke of her rolling over so that her other arm would be closer to the other leg, she thought about it. Her head tilted and she gauged how far apart that was, because she wasn’t about to be all pulled taunt. She liked to have a little bit of wiggle room, and once it was in her head that she would have enough room for a small amount of wiggle room, she would do as he asked. Moving herself carefully to roll over onto her back, carefully, so she did not hurt her arm that was already cuffed. Then she would look up at Leo, and smile. The vest’s fabric fell back down against her chest, the skirt covered her, better then it had in the other position, it always seemed to go up more in the back anyways, due to having a rump. Really was there any doubt that she wouldn't do what he requested? And, would she even really put any effort into the pulling of the cuff, only time would tell.

Oh, if he would of done that she would have giggled, so maybe it was for the best that she rolled herself over? Though she did glance to him, smiling, “Okay, cuff me to the desk now, please!” Her arm shooting out towards the desk’s other leg. She was trying to be helpful and not hinder him in his teachings to her!

[Leo]

"Done doing what with me?"

That question she had asked him had many answers to it and he was quickly filtering through them all to find the most suitable answer that he could give her. "Whatever I wanted to do to you," is what came out of his mouth while his mind was still filtering. He wasn't sure if that was a good answer as it was rather vague. He would expand upon it as he watched her stretch herself out on the floor and say she was ready to be cuffed.

"I could keep you captive while I tortured you in some harmful way or I could simply keep you from leaving, hold you captive in this same spot for days and deprive you of the basics necessities of life." That would do for explaining more he thought. With the other handcuffs, the fuzzy ones, he moved around to her other side and tried to remind himself to look at her face. He took her other wrist in his hand.

"There is nothing wrong with you coming to see me," Leo began saying as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against the underside of her wrist a time or two. "I can even let pass the way that you dressed for it is cute on you, but the problem comes with the handcuffs you were wearing as brackets." With that said he cuffed her other arm to the desk. "These cuffs, my dear Gaitto, have a more sexual meaning, which is why I asked you about your Spider friend earlier." He sat at her side and turned his head to look at her, trying to keep his eyes above her neckline. Then he changed his mind.

The Spaniard leaned over her placing an arm across and hand resting on the other side and parallel to her chest. His body was bridged over hers but this way he could look straight down at her. "Those cuffs are to put the one wearing them in a more submissive position, keep them from getting away or using their hands while the person they are with takes on a more dominant sexual role."

Balancing himself on one hand and his knees that kept him from completely laying on her and used one hand to lightly move it down over her cheek. “And I would not worry about my reputation. The ladies that work here have seen a thing or two from me and my boss that something of this would not ruin me.” That was his guess. Besides, they all worked for them for a specific reason. They knew better.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Did he think she wouldn’t ask that? I mean, she was normally curious, so when someone said something like that, she had to ask. His answer was rather vague, but she could handle that, and she nodded again. As if that was the best answer ever. But then he went forward with a more detailed explanation. And she let out a giggle. Not the correct answer to that, because surely someone might have someone tied up with the handcuffs until then.

She knew that he was explaining what could happen with the handcuffs that he had. The cold hard steel ones that had her wrist attached to the desk leg. But Gwen could not see Leo doing those things to her, and that was what caused the giggle. Not saying that he didn’t have that in him to do to someone because he might have in the past and he might in the future, but in this very present, she didn’t see it with her. When he took her wrist, once more her arm went easily in the way he would direct it, no tugging it away or fighting.

When he said that their was nothing wrong with her coming to see him, she smiled, either from the words or from the gentle touch upon her wrist. Let pass the way she dressed! She didn’t think there was anything wrong with how she dressed! She liked her clothing! But then he was speaking of the fuzzy handcuffs. Well she hadn’t know what they were, she thought that they made fetching bracelets, although learning about them she could see that perhaps it wasn’t the wisest accessory. Her other hand was handcuffed to the other desk leg, and she would tug against the two, not trying to get free, but just feeling the difference between the two of them. “So you thought that Spider might fancy me?” That was how she was taking that bit, before she started to speak again, even though Gwen did not think that Spider fancied her. “The fuzzy ones are nicer feeling, not as heavy.” She figured if she tried, which she wasn’t going to, that the fuzzy ones wouldn’t be able to really hold her. Though oddly being handcuffed didn’t bother her, it felt neat, but that wasn’t something she was saying, people might think something odd. And without understanding it herself she would be quiet, she might have to ask Epiphany about that, maybe it was some weird thing she didn’t know about yet.

When Leo moved she watched him, as she often did, she was glad her hero wasn’t leaving her alone. And if he moved and walked around the room, it would be very hard to see him from her spot on the floor. Not that she had to see him, but she did like seeing him. If he had been someone else, most anyone else she would have felt a bit frightened, but she was not in the least bit. Her mouth made a little “o” shape at his words, as if a light bulb had gone off inside her head. She did understand the difference between submissive and dominant. “So that’s why I got weird looks!” It all made sense to her now. She had not moved from her spot on the ground, as in her head hadn’t lifted up from the floor, nor had she moved in any other way, save for her arm.

When his one hand moved lightly over her cheek, her head tilted a bit into his touch, on it’s own accord. If his hand removed from her cheek her head would tilt back upwards, otherwise it would stay near his hand. She was glad to hear that, she really was, which was probably why she spoke again after his words that had reassured her. He was right there, next to her, so she thought it was the best time to ask him a favor. “Leo, can you taste me?” She only paused for a half a second before speaking more. “Epiphany said I might be a cupcake, but I won’t know unless someone tastes me.” She went to move her hand but it was in the handcuff, so she could not point. Her finger was trying to point to her cheek, because in her mind, you taste with your mouth so however she tasted would be evident by her cheek. Giving up on the pointing, she looked up at him, and spoke softly. “If you could just lick my cheek? And tell me?”

[Leo]

 
Leo felt her head moving closer and pressing into his hand that he had placed on her cheek and the feeling warmed him. It was not the same warmth that he experienced when he had touched her hand, this was different than that but warmth all the same. The man's concentration had a chance to start lacking but how could it not? He was leaning very closely over his Gaitto but he was better than that to let things get the better of him. Right?  He could even maintain with her cheek against his hand. . .

. . . Until she asked him to taste her. 

His position over her faltered only a bit in that he got an inch closer before pushing himself back up on his elbows. It was a good thing that she continued on with what she meant by that and what he wanted her to do because the mind of this Spainard was on a different meaning. Anything she had said about Spider had complelty left his mind for a moment and unconsciously he was stroking her cheek, if it was still there, with his thumb.

"The Epiphany said?" For him that helped to explain her wanting to be tasted and the thing about the cupcake. He really knew Epiphany by association but some people had reputations that proceeded them and while she was not bad, Leo thought that he could see why Gwendolyn would say she was a cupcake. "I will tell you, Gaitto, that telling a guy - or a female - to taste you while they are positioned as I am is a sexual invitation." It was best that she knew that just in case she went around asking more people to taste her. Nevermind if she was chained down or not. 

So was he going to do it? 

"Tasting any part of a person, in any situation can seem that way in a degree," Leo was flustered and in his speech more of his accent was heard as he was speaking faster then he normally did when he practiced Common. "And, and, and you are an attractive young lady, creo que eso es verdad and asking me is inviting temptation."
 
He had not realized that he had made a slip and spoke a portion of it in his native tongue for that was how frazzled he was at the moment. "Do you really want me to taste you?" He asked to make sure, not that she didn't know what she wanted but maybe since she knew what it meant she may not want him too. 

His thumb was lightly tapping on her cheek as he waited.  

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

It was a good warmth, an alive warmth, if he hadn’t felt any warmth one might wonder if the girl was undead. Which she was very much alive, which was evident by the beating of her heart, inside her chest. The beating might of just picked up a bit, from the nearness of her hero, but it was not a heart that beat out of fear. Oh she remembered the talk about how anyone could turn on you at any time, but fear was not a feeling she had when she was with her hero. She was watching Leo, as if she could see the gears moving in his head, but not staring. Nothing creepy.

When he moved just that bit closer she thought he was going to taste her. But then he moved back again, those things were noticed, even if she did not comment. As for her cheek it was still there, even if he was stroking it unconsciously, she would feel a smile warming her lips. How could she not smile when her hero was touching her in such a way?

When he spoke she did not nod her head because she was not going to break the contact knowingly. But she would peep up. “Yes! She did!” As in she said that Gwen might be a cupcake! And if Epiphany said that she might be one, well Gwen believed very well that she might, because to Gwen Peter Pip knew all! Odd for the older sister to think so of the younger sister, but that was very well the case with the two of them. When he said that doing what she was doing, was a sexual invitation, especially in the position that they were in. It would sink in and he would see that because her mouth made a perfect little o shape. She had not known that but know she did. Would it change her question? Figuring he put female in there because of the words about Spider.

Now she did listen to his words make no mistake. She even took his words and understood them. Did that mean she was going to change her mind? Once her mind was set on something it very rarely got changed, because things only got set when she really wanted something, or really wanted to know something. Figuratively her feet would be dug in, and who would be better for her to ask such a thing, then to her hero? It wasn’t like she was going anywhere, both hands were still in their respective cuffs, she still had not tried to even get out of the fuzzy one. She did not want to take a chance in breaking them! “Is it bad to invite temptation with you?” Side of her lip was pulled in as her teeth bit down upon it, before slowly releasing it. Curious she was, and the fact that he said she was a attractive young lady, that was going to stick with her. It might have been a good thing that her arms were cuffed because she probably would of clapped at that. If he wouldn’t of tacked on the bit that she was taking as a compliment she might of asked him about the Spanish words he had spoken.

Even as his thumb tapped upon her cheek, she did not wiggle, or even squirm, in her position, it stayed the same. She smiled and looked up to Leo the smile she had had reached her eyes, so there might have been a bit of a sparkle there. Even with everything he just told her, and she listened to every word, she would give the slightest of nods, not to break contact but to reinforce the words she was speaking. “I really want you to taste me.” But his words were not on deaf ears, and she thought about it a moment, before speaking again. “Unless you would feel uncomfortable.” She started to frown, she did not want to make her hero uncomfortable, because maybe he was giving her an out because he really did not want to taste her. She took a small breath. “Because even if I want you to do it, I don’t want you to do it, if you don’t want too.” After speaking she was afraid that her hero wouldn’t want to be around her. She would rather not know if she tasted like a cup cake then to lose being around him.

[Leo]

Gaitto had said it herself - she really wanted him to taste her. Even after he had told her what he had about the meaning behind it all. Maybe he had not explained it properly, but he knew that she had by the way she responded to what he said. So what was a man to do?

It wasn't that it would make him uncomfortable, it only was opening other doors that he did not know if they were meant to be opened or not. "Is tempting me wrong?" Asking the question back at her the motion of his finger on her cheeck stopped but did not move away. Leo thought about that question as he looked down at her and the look on her face. "You could not tempt me with something if it was not something that I did not already want to do. Only wasn't." There were probably a few ways she could take what he said. 

He did think that she was pretty and he did want to be closer to her but, was it right to do such a thing while she was literally tied down? And he was her Hero. Hero's did not act in such ways. Did they? The real question he should be asking himself was that if he denied her this request how would he feel about her possibly telling him later that another guy tasted her and have an answer? His Gaitto would see him frown right then as he was thinking on that last question. 

The answer: He wouldn't like it at all.

"I am sorry, mi Gaitto," he started saying as his hand pressed out against her cheeck, heel of his hand just under the chin. "But I can not taste you there. Or like that."

True to his words. Hand stayed its place in the slight captive hold as his eyes looked at her. Instead he leaned down the remaining distance between them, his lips parted a fraction before they met with hers. Gently kissing; his hand moved down from her cheeck as he pulled off of her. Yes, the Spainard had just stolen a kiss. No reason to apologize as he wasn't sorry.  

"You taste like summer rain." Leo said that with a smile  That was his answer to her as he moved away. Pushing up on his knees he pulled put the key to his handcuffs and would unlock her wrist from the leg of his desk.
 

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

Not only had she understood what he said, she had still given him an out, with making her wishes known. She might not fully grasp all the things it could imply, by still saying what she wanted, but she had never been one to hide what she wanted. If asked a point blank question she would answer it with the best of her knowledge and Leo had given her quite a bit, knowledge that is. Surely it depended on the man?

The only way to tell if a door was meant to be open or not was to take a chance and try the knob. If the knob turned easily and was not bared perhaps there was not to much harm in opening that door? Surely if the door was meant to stay closed it would be locked? When he repeated her question to her, she gave the gentlest of nods, because that was what she was curious on. He was the only one that could answer the question, at least in her mind. She looked slightly confused for a moment the look did not last upon her features for long. The mind was a interesting thing, and hers was not different in that aspect, for she took his words, and decided that he wouldn’t be tempted by an offer unless it was something he would want to do. She might not of gotten what he said but that’s what she took it as and that’s what she was keeping it as in her mind.

Perhaps it was a good thing that they did not have a rule book for hero’s! Of if they did, that she had not read it, and nor would she of thought that Leo would of read such a book either, so they could make their own rules as they went along. She did see his frown, and she did not like that, not one bit! Especially when she was thinking she had caused him to frown. Her arm started forward, just a small movement, before the cuff did it’s job and kept her arm where it was. So far that was the only thing she did not like about the handcuffs, the fact she couldn’t touch her hero’s face and attempt to wipe away his frown.

When Leo began to speak, she was watching him, especially when he said that he was sorry. Now, part of her wanted to look away, afraid of what her eyes might tell him. But his hand was touching her cheek and her chin, and she was not going to break that contact. “No?” A single, word let out on a breath, was that very no. She was waiting for him to launch into a why he could not do such.

She was waiting for something that never came. So it was a bit of a surprise, when he leaned forward and placed that gentle kiss upon her lips, he would find that her lips gentled under the soft pressure. Her eyes did not widen, nor did they close, because she was looking at her hero. Part of her wondered if she would of closed her eyes if he would have been gone when they were opened. The only real movement from her was her right leg had bent at the knee, the bottom of her foot was pressing against the ground, at the top part of her calf. When he pulled back, she would have a soft smile upon her lips, with a matching soft sparkle in her hazel gaze. The soft spot she had for her hero had just grown.

His words pulled a bigger smile from her. Because she did want to know, and now she did, because her hero found out for her! “Thank you Leo!” The words were said with feeling. There would not be a complaint from her on how he found out how she tasted as well. Then he was upon his knees and unlocking the cuff that had her attached to the desk’s leg. That would give her mobility that she did not have before that happened. With Leo still near, she would move herself up into a seated position, glancing to see if the fuzzy handcuffs still had the key attached or if it had been taken out. Then her hand lifted, and her hand moved to touch Leo’s cheek, gently. A bright smile warming once more. “You’re the best Hero ever Leo.” Her hand fell from his cheek after her words were spoken.

[Leo]

As he had let his eyes lower to being closed when he went in to kiss her and thus he had not known that she had watched him. It would not have changed what he was going to do even if he had known for Leo had made up his mind and when he did such a thing as that he stuck to it. What he did wish that he had considered was the length of the kiss for he had wanted it to continue, but she had been chained to his desk and he didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of her - as he said people did when others were handcuffed.

The movement of her leg but he was unsure of how to take the motion. Was she wanting to get up? He did not think that was so but he was not going to let it be encouragement. Yet.

After he had undone the cuff Leo was ready to undo the other one, would not have been right to have her release herself, but she moved. His Gaitto was moving and he scooted back to give her the necessary room. He heard her thanks but he did not think that she would return the touch to cheek with one of her own, grateful then that the had decided to shave. It was pleasing to have the sentiment returned and he gave her a bright smile and even started to reach up and capture her hand but she lowered her.

That was not what stopped him, it was what she said about him and being 'the best Hero'. She was thankful that he had answered her question. That's how he should take it and want it to be. He remembered what he had told her friend at that party. He paused and the smile wavered a but but stayed as he gave a nod mixed with a small chortle. He used that time to help her out of the fuzzy handcuffs. "You are most welcome, mi Gaitto."

When she was free he stood to his feet and offered her and hand to help her rise. "I must be careful. Now that I have kiss you I would do so again." His confession to her was playful in it's way but it was also directed to see her response to the notion.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

The fact that she had watched him, was nothing bad, it was because part of her was scared if she closed her eyes, that Leo wouldn't kiss her. It was a had to see it to believe it sort of thing for her. Even though he had leaned closer to her, she still had the thought, that it was all in her head. Not that she would admit it unless pointedly asked she had wondered what it would be like if her hero had ever kissed her. Even though she was handcuffed she could of turned her head, not that the thought had crossed her mind, so nothing was really stolen. She would of never thought that Leo would take advantage of her, and to do such, it would of had to be something that she did not want?

The movement of the knee was the knee pop from the kiss! It works better if one was standing up. The sort of knee pop because it was special. Her hero was her first kiss since the angel side in her had been woken up. That made it even more special.

She had not known that his hand was going to move up to where hers was. If she had her hand would of lingered. She was not attempting to escape her hero. Nor if she had known how his thoughts had been she probably wouldn't of sat up in the first place. But she had, and he was moving to unlock the fuzzy handcuffs from her other wrist. She could not but help but speak her mind, on the handcuffs, that was. “I think the worst thing about the handcuffs were I could not touch your cheek when you frowned.” The words were not there to attempt to draw any sort of anything from him, they were just how she thought. Because that was what she wanted to do, she understood that people frowned, but when it was the two of them, she did want to wipe them away.

When he stood up from the floor she looked up at him, though she had not made any movement to get up, until his hand came out. Her smaller hand moved into his easily, and she smiled at him for the help up. Though she must of miss stepped while she was standing, for she had tripped towards Leo, by the time she had caught her balance, unless he moved she was against his chest. If that did indeed happen, she would look up at him, a smile slipping over her features, as she spoke. “Would you… kiss me again… Leo?” She was not used to asking guys to kiss her, so she was a bit timid in the asking, but it did not mean that she didn’t want her hero to kiss her again. She was letting him know how she would take to the notion with her question right after he had spoken.

[Leo]

Whysoever would he even consider moving from her? When she took hold of the hand he had offered down to her his fingers would wrap securely around hers, it did not make the tight hold that could hurt her but it was strong enough that her hand would not be so easy to slip out. If he was offering to help her up then he would be sure that she would not fall back.

Even if instead she fell forward.

She may have tripped or it could have been the fault of the pull he gave when he thought that she was ready; whatever it was Leo did not move aside. The man was not the softest thing a person would want to fall but that only meant that he was tougher than he looked. Her falling to him worked rather well in line with the answer she gave to his question. Leo did not hear anything past 'kiss miss', there was no need. The rest of what she said would have to be spoken into his mouth for his free hand immediately went out to cup the back of her head and tip it upwards. There was no hesitation as his lips made contact with her own and after a moment the tips of his fingers started to move into her hair.

The hand of hers that he held loosened and his fingers would move down to her elbow before leaving her arm and moving from her waist to back. He was not going to let his fingers wander - even if that is what they were wanting to do - but they stayed behaved and his whole arm would wrap around that lower part of her back and pull her against him as he lengthened out that kiss. Not as light as it had been during the tasting, but the hold was not so very strong that she couldn't pull from it.

The hardest thing to do now - for him - was to willingly stop.

[Gwendolyn Zoi]

She was glad that he had not let go of her hand. The hold he had on her hand was a good one. If he had a loose grip their would have been the chance that her fingers would of slipped out of his. His fingers were not biting into her hand, their would be no marks left behind, so they were not to hard.

By falling forward she was glad he did not side step her. Instead she found herself very close to her hero. Not that their would be a complaint out of her lips. The hand that was not in his own, splayed over his chest, from the movement. She had just been getting ready to move her hand off of him, when in mid sentence, his hand moved to the back of her head. When he moved to tip her head it went easily. Right before his lips had came down upon hers. She did not stiffen as some females might. Lids slowly drifted shut, not as if she was squeezing them shut, but a light kissing of lashes.

When his fingers loosened their hold on her hand, her own would let go rather easily, her mind was in other places. She felt them move up to her elbow then over to her waist and down to her back. Her hand that had been in his, moved at the same time, slowly up his arm, almost feathery light, before moving to the back of his neck, fingers would move up slowly and softly, until they reached his hair. Fingers lightly playing with his hair, running his locks between them. Up smack dab against her hero, his lips upon hers, if her hands were not upon his flesh their would be a good chance that she would of pinched herself. She was rather relaxed in her hero’s strong arms. Her mouth would attempt to mimic his in a way, she was glad that she had her hero to follow, and that he wasn’t the laid back sort.

The hand that had been splayed rather silently against his chest from when she ended up against him, started to move, slowly inching its way upwards along his chest until fingers found his shoulder. Where fingers would hold on. Her left leg did the classic movie kiss pose, knee bent, not in a way that might injure him, foot out behind, as she balanced on one foot for a moment or two. She wasn’t keeping track. Though it probably made more sense now that they were standing instead of laying down.

The hand that had found Leo’s hair, moved down, wrapped around his neck, fingers moving lightly, before moving to his shoulder. She was a eager happy little student.

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