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Your excitement was uncontainable. Behind the black synthetic leather wrapped wheel of your car, you sat waiting for him as per his instruction. Absolutely beaming with fulfillment and jubilation, you clicked the unlock button on your left door panel with a bit more force than intended.
Within the long queue of cars that sat outside of the terminal of the airport he was leaving, Leon was able to pick it from the rest as if it were the only thing he was visually able to perceive. Which he should pride himself on, given that you drive a 2004 Toyota Corolla S. A silver one at that. Definitely one of the more average looking vehicles. Everyone and their mother owned something similar in one way or another. What sat inside of the car made all of the difference in the world to him; the woman driving it. As he trudged on towards you, he inwardly smiled at your now clear happy expression.
The source of your joy strays to the rear of the car, and you automatically reach down to pull the lever that pops your trunk for him so that he could stow away the metal briefcase he was holding as he walked. He slammed the trunk shut and shuffles over to the passenger door. Once opened by Leon, the heat of your car escapes and is replaced just as quickly as it leaves with the crisp air of late fall. He plonks in with a grunt, and seals the two of you within your vehicle. You waste no time in welcoming him back home. “Baby!!!” Is all you can muster before the urge to hug him overwhelms you. Given that you’re still buckled in, you lean over to him as far as the seatbelt will allow you and lightly embrace him. ‘Baby, you’re so cold…’ you think to yourself as you pull away.
His lips quirked up slightly at the term of endearment that you used when you greeted him. Even leans into your embrace and ghosts his arms around your form before pulling you in tight for a split second. Letting go, he speaks. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He isn’t smiling, but his expression is soft and appreciative. The mission was a success, albeit frustrating. For once; for now, it doesn’t have to matter right now. He has to reassure himself that it’s okay to transfer priorities. He’s with you now, he can get his mind off of things. The drive home was his first request that he could think of on the list of things that he vaguely knew he needed to unwind. Buckling himself in, he relaxes back within the seat, still set to how he adjusted it the last time he rode in your car with you.
Your heart skipped when Leon spoke, you’d missed how he talked to you in that dulcet tone of his. Witty, yet soft spoken. You looked forward to everything he had to say. But you looked forward even more to the night that you were going to spend together. Not a plan in that head of yours, you’re just eager to be spending it with him in the house.
Before you took the car out of park, you noted that Leon felt almost colder than the environment of which he had just come from, and you sought to amend that with an offer. You didn’t fault him for living how he wanted to—but really??? His only upper cover being a compression shirt? In this weather??? “Do you want the heat up? Or is it fine right here?”
Leon immediately nods at your first question, his ashen blonde fringe moving before settling back down to frame his beautiful face. He wouldn’t have adjusted the heat otherwise. He puts up an arm by the window and rests his head on it, relaxing further into the seat.
Now that your most precious cargo has been secured, you’re now clear to start the drive back to your shared home. Putting the Toyota in drive and checking over your shoulder for clearance, you pull out of the queue and steadily navigate your way out of the large parking lot. Sitting in silence until you are able to turn onto a main road, you found it much easier to do so given the tense and packed conditions of the airport parking lot.
It was smooth sailing the second you turned out onto the main street. Taking a hand off the steering wheel to adjust the radio now, you broke up the comfortable silence with a mix of classic rock hits playing on the station that you last used. You make your way towards the freeway, and as you’re speeding up on the onramp in order to merge into traffic, your stomach growls a bit before you remember the pot that you left simmering on low before you departed to retrieve Leon from the airport. “Are you hungry, love? When we get home, I have stew going if you want me to fix you some while you settle in.”
Leon’s brows quirk up and he lifts his head up, no longer resting it against his arm. “The one that you make with beef chuck and potatoes?” After the words left Leon’s mouth, his own stomach growled, knowing all too well that it can’t even resist the mention of your cooking. A quick rush of elation washed over him and he had to contain his urge to pump his fist. You were the absolute best for him, and he never even had to ask.
“Mhm! Your favorite.” You gleamed, not ignoring how Leon’s typical bored tone perked up. He was always always very quiet for a while after he got back from business. Whatever it is must be mind-breakingly rough on his poor soul, so you take the merest of signs that indicate his happiness and run with them. Run with these indications you do, much like how a mad scientist would run to their lab the second they made a breakthrough in their research.
“I hope you made a lot, otherwise I’m going to eat you out of house and home.” Leon idly threatened. He adjusts his seat back a bit and spreads his legs as he leans back into the cushioned fabric. Shutting his eyes slightly, Leon can almost see the bowl of hearty beef and vegetable stock stew sitting before him at your guys’ table next to the kitchen.
You half-laughed-half-hummed at Leon’s comment. “There’ll be enough for leftovers, so if by any stroke of bad luck you get called out, I can pack you some to take.” You were now flying down the freeway in the carpool lane at a cool 80 miles an hour. You glanced over the center divider at the dense traffic on their way into the city; the way out was always faster. ‘Suckers.’ You’d thought to yourself about the people in traffic as you glanced back over to sneak a look at Leon.
He’s quite rough around the edges currently. Somehow, he’s still so…beautiful to you. As if he were painted by the hands of a horribly sad artist, you appreciate him as so. Streaks of yellowing bruises mottled his biceps, continuing up until they were hidden by the cover of his compression shirt. The cold weather had caused his scars to take on a more tyrian hue, especially with the jagged scar across the palm of his right hand. The natural coloration that sat below his eye darkened to a richer collection of Leon’s facial pigmentation and was shaded further by his strong browline. His small amount of facial hair had grown into a stubble, something you did not mind at all. In your eyes, it highlighted his manliness. Even with his relaxed facial expression, the lighting of the autumn evening sat in defined angles on the planes of his face. That beautiful hair of his and the style that he stayed so loyal to never deviated much, aside from when it grew out a bit for one reason or another. Or when he is required to dye it by his employers. One huge lock usually always covers his right eye, but his head is tilted ever so slightly. Both of them, the most piercing arctic blue you’d ever seen were currently uncovered.
All in one peek, you must have taken about a hundred mental snapshots for you to sort into the inner compendium of your mind. You were making record time getting home, and would be there soon. Swiftly making a few lane changes, you exited the freeway and continued to your destination in another comfortable silence. In your mind, you were thinking about the little surprise that you’d made to be eaten with the stew the night before. A weirdly shaped, yet albeit delicious roll of sourdough bread that you’d baked yourself using a new recipe you’d found. Your pride bloomed at how well the results of your first attempt at bread making turned out and couldn’t wait to get Leon home to bask in shared glory.
By now, you had just turned onto your street. You notice a slight shift in Leon’s body language as you meander down the familiar road. A pick up in his excited energy doesn’t go unnoticed to you before you see the driveway come into view. Your shared home exists in a sparsely populated “neighborhood”, if it could even be called that. Hundreds of feet of heavily wooded property separates each individual home that was built along this secluded street. That was one thing you and Leon had liked about your home—how detached your abode was from all the ruckus and bullshit that living in the city had to offer. And it wasn’t even like you lived that far from your city, the nearest grocery store was only a 10 minute drive from your house.
Leon speaks up as you pull the Corolla up the driveway and put it in park in front of your garage. “Finally, home sweet home. Thank you for the ride always, doll.” He acknowledges your efforts for him as he stretches his limbs as far as the small interior of the sedan would allow him to. He grunts lightly as a few of the vertebrae in his spine pop and adjust with his movement.
You fight a blush at Leon’s usage of the pet name towards you. Part of you cursed Leon for being so casual in the way that he speaks with you, the other cursed yourself for being so easy for him. “Of course, baby. Any time, anywhere, I’ll come get you. This taxi is free of charge.” Leon is now looking directly at you while you speak, and you find your own energy shifting into something between nervous and anticipatory. You see him smirk at your joke but he doesn’t laugh.
“I still think it would be courteous to tip the driver, don’t you think…?” Leon’s eyes narrowed and he leaned toward you over the center console, his tone of voice suggesting a hint of something to be desired. He notices how you didn’t immediately remove the keys from the ignition after putting the car in park; how your hand lingered on the shift knob as if you knew he was waiting to say something.
Leon’s face was close enough to yours that you felt his breath being cast upon your face in warm puffs as he inhaled and exhaled. Time began to slow down inside of the car as your heart rate sped up. You’d been with Leon long enough to know all of his tells, and although he was generally flirty with you, you’d also known when his advances towards you were backed up with his desire to initiate something with you. Continuing on with the theme of your conversation, you added on. “Mmm, and what kind of tip did you have in mind?” It was your turn to squint your eyes at Leon as you challenged him on his offer. You had a clue what he was alluding to, but prompted for elaboration just so you can be sure of yourself before proceeding. You’d always left the ball in Leon’s court for his first few days after his missions, allowing him to do any acclimation he deems necessary.
It seemed that Leon had this metaphorical ball in hand, primed to shoot a winning shot on you. Leon’s eyes flicker down to your lips. They’re parted slightly and still coated with a sheen of peach lip gloss that you’d applied before getting him. He’s thinking about how perfect they look; how perfect you look, and before he knows it, he’s reaching his left hand out to tenderly cup your cheek. Right after he makes contact with your face, he feels you press into his hand and that gives him the signal to lean forward to press a tentative kiss on your lips.
Part of you knew this was coming, as Leon seemed much more energetic in his behavior on the drive home despite what his appearance would have led you to believe. You were still somewhat shocked that he wanted to jump into your arms without adjusting first. He was gone for some time though, you thought. Absolutely no complaints here. You make a quick squak of surprise but you don’t break the kiss. Placing your own hand on Leon’s face, you pull him closer to you as you begin to move your mouth against his.
Leon is the first to pull away, and he licks his lips. “Wanna get in the backseat real quick and find out?” He gruffly asks as he starts to take off his seatbelt. His pupils dilate as he sees you silently nod your head and start to do the same as him with your own buckle. Reaching over to the dials on the control board, Leon turns down the radio slightly so that the music doesn’t drown out the sounds of what’s about to occur.
Inside of your ribcage, your heart is beating wildly as if it were an imprisoned bird fighting to be set free. Even with frequent shared touches over the years, every point of contact that Leon made felt so new. Felt so intense. You begin to shake lightly as you pull your seat up to make room in the back. Leon does the same and exits the car first. You follow. When you leave the car and walk over to your back passenger side, you didn’t notice that Leon walked around the trunk of the Corolla to stand behind you as you opened the door.
He puts a hand on the frame of the car door by the roof and you turn to face him. He’s caged you in with himself. You suddenly feel small, the couple-inch height difference between you two now soaring to nauseating heights as you tried to read Leon’s expression. One corner of his mouth was upturned and his pupils were still blown out. In the golden hour just before sunset, he’d never looked so angelic and devious. Not another moment is wasted until Leon takes a step towards you, his hand still on the car. You take this as your cue to sit down onto the fabric upholstered seats and shuffle backwards. Your lover slinks into the vehicle right after you, finding his place on top of you before reaching back and shutting the door behind you.
A second of silence passes. You are both staring at one another. Drinking each other in as if you two were desert vagabonds encountering their first source of water after miles of searching for it, you both stared greedily. Leon was so happy to be home to you, and you were almost happier to have him home safe. On top of you.
The silence is broken by Leon humming as he leans in once more to kiss you. This time, there is tangible fervor in the way that his lips move across yours. You can hardly keep up with him—it’s like he’s trying to eat you alive. Not noticing Leon’s hand moving up towards your chest, you opened your mouth and moaned a little when his large hand cupped a breast. He took this opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue onto your bottom lip and slightly past it as if to ask for your permission to enter your mouth.
At the very instant you feel Leon’s tongue come into contact with your lip, you open your mouth wider and allow Leon in. He presses his lips further to yours, and you feel his stubble scratching against your soft chin with his movements. The arm that’s keeping Leon hovered above you bends at the elbow, and his hand sneaks over to the back of your head where he intertwined his fingers within your hair. He has the gentlest hold on your hair, causing a pleasant tingle to formulate in your scalp where it was being touched.
Sounds of light smacking and slurping as your lips meet and part now drown out the song playing on the radio. Coincidentally, one of the more romantic rock songs is playing currently. What a mood. The kissing and petting becomes more intense as both of your tongues seemingly dance with one another, eager to re-memorize each other’s unique taste. Your hands now boldy roam Leon’s hard chest, and the fabric of his compression shirt makes a ‘VSHHH’ noise as you glide your hands up and down his torso.
Leon is the first to break the kiss once more as he sits back up as much as the Corolla’s interior allows him to. “Missed you so much….” He rumbles. You make a small noise of dissatisfaction, but are quickly pacified by the sight of Leon peeling off his shirt, looking frustrated at the bothersome garment. He sets the shirt down onto the center console and wastes no time in reaching down to take your own shirt off. “Missed you too much.”
You came for the trip much better prepared than him, donning a simple black hoodless longsleeve shirt. Which wasn’t on for much longer. Big hands covered your own to help you strip, and your breathing quickened as you bore yourself to him. Leon had no problem showing himself off to you and was always eager to do so. You, on the other hand, felt slightly more reserved about yourself. Time and time again you found yourself amazed that he was and still is attracted to you. But time and time again, he proved just how much he loved you. All of you. Just as you did all of him.
Your man’s eyes dart down to your chest, glaring daggers at the bra you were wearing. Taking the signal, you sit up slightly to allow your hands room to work the clasp of your bra open. You remove it, and your breasts spill from the material. Leon’s eyes roll back into his head and he bites his lip; this sight will never get old!
“You don’t wanna know how much I missed these.” Leon babbles, mesmerized by your chest and facial expressions. He doesn’t outwardly like to dominate you, but he thinks you look so cute under him like this, trembling with desire. He loves how physically responsive you are to his actions towards you. He notices the frustration creeping back in on your face as he sits and ogles you.
Shaking Leon out of his trance, you say to him jokingly. “Prove it~” You prompted him to touch and not just sit there looking. Annunciating your words with a slight squirm, you squeak happily when both of Leon’s hands come down to cup your bare breasts. He leans down to your face again, and just before you think he’s going to continue making out with you, Leon affixes himself to the junction between your neck and jaw, sucking hot, open mouthed kisses onto it. You can’t control the guttural moan that sprung forth straight from your vocal cords, and your hands shoot to loosely hold on to his hair.
In response to this, Leon sucks harder into the pulse point on your neck, leaving a purpling hickey after letting off of your neck with a loud pop. He takes the sight of you in for a long second, examining your features intently before going back down on you. This time, he sticks his tongue out to meet one of your nipples as he feels you gently guide him. He laps and swirls his tongue around your darkened bud, alternating between doing that and sucking on it outright.
His ministrations send electric shocks of stimulation that surge throughout your entire body. Your other nipple hardens on its own and your clit starts to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Your moans start to turn into whimpers as Leon gently bites down on your nipple with an obvious restraint—he really is ravenous tonight. Not long after sucking on your boob, he switches to the other one, providing precisely the same attentive stimulation to it.
By now, a tent is starting to form in Leon’s cargo jeans. He starts to paw at you below your breasts with one hand in order to distract himself from the feeling of his cock filling out with his increased blood flow. He fails miserably as he gropes your stomach fat, and didn’t even know why he attempted to divert his attention in such a way. Leon’s hips writhe against your own in search of that delicious friction that he is now finding himself to crave. Each rolling grind only minimally eased off the frustrating pressure in his growing erection.
You felt Leon’s bulge press heavily into your clothed crotch as he sucked markings and bit marks on your chest. Not able to help your own eyes rolling back into your head, you began to whimper loudly. You also started to rock your hips into Leon’s, synching with his movements and humping into him with a rhythm. Eventually, Leon lifted his head to look down at you. He was slack jawed and grunting lowly with each roll you both took; such a sight makes you so helplessly wet every time you get to see it. Your body can’t stop itself from preparing for Leon and your underwear is beginning to feel sticky. Something needs to be done. “Leon?” You ask sweetly. “Please, can you finger me? I need you so bad…”
Leon’s eyes darken and all he lets out is a grunt of acquiescence before his hands are bolting to undo your pants buttons, helping you to shimmy out of them. He smiles as you eagerly hook your hands around the backs of your knees, presenting your puffy underwear-clad cunt to him. Lidded blue eyes catch note of the wet spot on the thin garment and he licks his lips, reminiscing over your heady taste. He trails both of his large hands down your thighs, squeezing them to remind you of his size compared to you. They stop at your cunt, and Leon places both of his thumbs on it. One is placed slightly above the other, his right where your clit would be and the left where your hole would be. He presses gentle pressure once, twice, before sliding his thumbs underneath your underwear. They move up towards the waistband where they hook on it, and once again, he helps you shimmy out of them.
You re-assume your spread open position for Leon, and your heart races at the way he looks at your most intimate area. He’s looking at you like he hasn’t eaten in months. You see him return one of his thumbs to your cunt, and feel his thumb pressing up against your labia majora. He pulls your lips apart with it and uses the middle finger of his other hand to swipe them through your labia minora. Your clit throbs horribly as his index finger brushes up against it purposely every now and then. Whimpering once more, you now feel Leon’s finger rubbing around your entrance, applying firm pressure. All of the nerve endings in your opening were electrified by his touch. He starts to push it in gently, and you press your head back into the seat, crying out to him.
Leon can’t make out what you’re saying—or attempting to, at least. His pride swells a bit, knowing that he’s able to reduce you to an incoherent mess with just a single finger. You feel hot and slippery around his finger, snugly wrapping around his thick digit. He always opts to curl his finger into you as opposed to straight up pumping in and out; the response he receives when he does so is night and day. This time isn’t different as he curls it up into you, assaulting your g-spot. Now he can hear his finger’s movements within you, as you’d begun to leak all over his hand.
He pulls his finger out of you, and puts his ring and index finger together before rubbing them on your entrance to lubricate himself with your fluids. Gently sinking them in, Leon leans forward to capture you in a passionate kiss. He feels you contract every now and then around his fingers as he strokes your g-spot from within over and over again. It was Leon’s turn to babble, drunk off the thought of what he wanted to do to you. “Wish this was my dick inside you so bad, baby. Shit, you’re takin’ my fingers like such a good girl,”
Stars dance behind your vision at the combination of pleasure and Leon’s unprompted praise. His dulcet voice almost made you cum on the spot, you swear, and you’d kill to hear it again. “Mmm, then fuck me, Leon! Please, want your dick inside me so bad!” You’d repeated what Leon said, unable to come up with something more intelligent as you were being fingerfucked stupid. And with a smirk and a loud ‘schlick’, you’d felt Leon withdraw his fingers from you. Before you have time to muster up a verbal protest, you see Leon hurriedly begin to remove his pants. You take this as your cue to curl in on yourself and grab your purse from the driver’s seat floor. It’s a quick stretch accompanied by a grunt, but you retrieve the bag and rummage around in it for a condom.
Once Leon removes his pants, his boxers go down a lot easier. His fully hard manhood springs free from the confines of his bottoms. He notices the condom in your hand as well, and offers to take it and put it on himself. The wrapper is discarded onto the floor to be taken care of later along with your clothing. Once he puts it on, Leon puts both hands on your waist to guide you as he adjusts his seating.
He’s moved you so that he is seated in the middle with you straddling his lap facing him. There’s no room for you to sit directly up, so you are given no choice but to either lean in to hug him or grab on to his knees for stability as you lean back in the direction of the center console. You start out by opting for the latter. His thick length is sandwiched between your pussy lips with this close proximity, and you feel one another throb. You both feel amazing like this. Leon loves the sight of you above him, weakly determined to pleasure him. And you love the sight of Leon below you, having the trust in you to surrender himself to you like this.
With one hand, you reach down to grab Leon’s penis, guiding the fat and blunt head of it to your fluttering vulva. You sink down onto your knees, and it catches on the rim of your entrance. Once you’re sure it’ll go in, you carefully descend down onto Leon’s length and look into his eyes for reassurance as you do so. The breath is stolen from you, and the only sound you can make as you sit impaled on his thick cock is somewhere between a whimper and a groan. Your nails dig into Leon’s knees at the slight burn your walls sting with as they stretch to accommodate the sudden intrusion. You’d internally thanked yourself and Leon for preparing you beforehand.
This time, Leon speaks up. “Ohhh, fuckkk,” Leon’s eyes can barely stay open with the way your cunt is wildly contracting around him. “You feel so good, s-so good!” His hands move to grab each of your ass cheeks in hand, massaging them as he waits for you to adjust to him; you did go all the way down on your first try. He knew you really missed him, and his heart swelled for you. You now start to move, albeit slowly, coaxing uncontrollable pants and whimpers from Leon as he unabashedly vocalizes his pleasure to you. His eyebrows knit together and every muscle in his abdomen flexes and releases sharply.
Leon’s whimpering and sporadic moaning turns you on further; it’s one of your favorite intimate quirks that he has. He seemed to be affected in the same way as you, his stuttering serving as proof of his dwindling capacity while you were atop him. You began to set a pace, steadily rolling your hips up and down his girth. By now, your shared body heat had been enough to completely fog out every window in the Corolla. Which was a good thing, because nobody could see what was going on within the vehicle. And it’s not like anybody could be there to, either. Your driveway sat on a sharp curve, far away from the already fairly desolate street. That was truthfully the only reason you two were being spontaneous like this. Talk about right place, right time.
The large hands gripping your ass helped you move up and down onto Leon’s manhood as this produced a faster pace from you. You felt so warm, so tight, impossibly so. Every now and then, he’d inhale sharply and audibly restrain a shout. He looks at you with fully dilated pupils, not able to tell that you can barely see the cold blue left in his eyes. Leon parts his lips to speak, but is unable to—completely lost to his own overwhelming pleasure. His own electricity rips through his body and settles in his penis as you continue to move faster and faster on it.
The Toyota starts to bounce as you pick up the pace to your usual, your determination evident with how much the frame shakes on the suspension. You two are too caught up in your own movements to notice, and too high on love to care.
Alternating between long drawn out moans and mewls, your vocalizations compete with the sound of skin slapping against skin as you work yourself up and down on your lover. You feel Leon’s hands shift from your hands up to your waist, where he slowly wraps his heavily muscled arms around it in order to bring you in toward him. You understand his silent message and duck to avoid hitting your head on the roof and lean in to embrace him.
Leon cups the back of your head with one hand and keeps a tight grip against your back with the other as he starts to thrust up into you, meeting your movements. His eyes screw shut and he presses his now sweaty forehead against your own. He’s overcome with intense emotion as he feels himself approaching an orgasm. It quickly pressurizes within him, having nowhere to go but out into your ears. “L-love you, I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much—!” Leon says through gritted teeth as he ruins your hole.
Finding yourself encumbered by heavy emotion, you were able to release it through a stream of wet tears that flowed freely down your face and onto Leon’s pectorals below you. “I love you too baby, fuck, you’re fucking me so good!” The tears that spilled from your eyes had actually been built up for some time due to the magnitude of pleasure that Leon’s cock brought you, only now had they fallen because of what he said to you. Your dear boy, always so sweet. He makes your heart melt over and over. An all too familiar coil began to rapidly wind within your lower extremities. You were about to finish, and could tell that either Leon was about to very soon or would cum the moment you did.
Leon could tell from how loud and long your moans were that you were almost there. “Touch yourself. Touch yourself and look at me, sweetie.” His eyes opened, and was pleased to see how quickly you obeyed him. You’d snaked your dominant hand down where you two were connected and quickly began to rub your clit for him. The sight before him was perfect once more. Your blissed out expression right as you’re about to come is his favorite. After a few final thrusts, he has you clenching spastically around his cock, creaming and whining his name over and over as you cum all over him.
You feel two arms hook under your own as Leon hugs you as tight against him as he can, only managing half a dozen more hard thrusts before he stills all together, the final thrust being so hard that it makes you wheeze. He holds you on him while he cums into the condom with a whimper of your name followed by a string of “I love you”’s. Once his grip on your back loosens and his arms drop to his sides, you reach for his hands and intertwine your fingers with his. You hold hands as you bask in a shared afterglow for a few minutes.
No more than five minutes pass by before you give Leon a parting kiss and shakily move off of him. Already starting to look for your clothes, you hear Leon start to pull his pants back up. Once you’re fully clothed, you speak. “That was one hell of a tip.” A cheeky grin plasters itself onto your face. Surprisingly, things were rarely awkward between you two. You canceled one another out with your corniness. Right after speaking, both of your stomachs growled simultaneously.
“I think we’ve worked up one hell of an appetite, you think?” Leon chuckles as he notices the fogged out windows and distant music still playing on the radio.
“Mhm. Let’s go eat!” Is all you say before getting out of the car and re entering it in order to turn it off. You pop the trunk for Leon before locking your beloved car. Both heading inside, you wobbled to the kitchen on shaky legs to prepare your guys’ servings of dinner while Leon unpacked his things and settled in.
You both ate happily and went to bed early that night, the two of you tuckered out from your long and eventful day. Lucky you, what you did today was a secret bucket list item that you now smugly get to cross off. You drifted off with a grateful smile on your face with your back pressed firmly in Leon’s protective embrace.
When you awoke curled up facing Leon, you gratefully thanked your lucky stars. You were still in utter disbelief at what you two did last night in the Toyota Corolla.