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Ada leaned against the table with one hand cradling her chin, and the other cupped around a mug. They mingled in the kitchen after breakfast, still in their night clothes. Leon's brows came together in a way that accentuated the fine lines over his face. His attention fixed to the handgun he disassembled over the kitchen table. Her faithful blacktail lay beside her, already cleaned.
Leon's fingers worked over the smaller parts with precision from the years of repetitive practice. Ada pictured him trailing those hands over her skin the night before. She pictured them gripped tight in a fist, bloodied and bruised from some job or another. She pictured them cradling hers and deftly slipping a ring on her finger. Ada took a sip of her coffee and watched. She imagined them now, threaded in her hair or touching her like the delicate weapon before him.
She stared unfocused at his hands for so long that she hadn't noticed Leon still.
"Ada?" His voice rumbled the way it had that morning and every morning since he moved in.
"Hm?"
"Where'd you go?"
"Not far," she replied. It wasn't a lie. Every imagined scenario took place right there on the kitchen table.
Leon's smile met his eyes and gave Ada a glimpse of the past. The familiar ache unfurled in her chest. They lost much since the incident, innocence, years, sleep. But the once howling wistful grief had tapered with time to a whisper. They still found each other some nights, plunged into memories of monsters. But now, Ada woke in the arms of home, a comfort she'd thought impossible.
Leon appeared satisfied with her answer and leaned down to finish reassembling the gun. His hair fell over his face, and he tucked it back out of the way, due for another trim.
Leon had seen that look on her before. Sometimes, he saw it in the mirror. It felt better not to push Ada for more. These days, he didn't need to.
Even as he worked, he stole a glance to find her eyes fixed on his hands, mind far away. He found her pensive face a gift to behold. The world outside had trained them to expect the worst of people, a level of caution that separated them from the mundane. They so rarely lowered their guard. Their trust had taken time. It made her softened features, thoughts drifting, all the more treasured to him. To allow that vulnerability in his presence.
Leon marveled at her existence in his life, the way she surrounded him. Her personal trinkets mixed with his on the shelves, her hairbrush on their sink, and her perfume that lingered in the sheets. Somehow, it was never enough. He'd steal a kiss, a brush of her hand, to feel her there. Any tangible reminder of her promise to stay, like the one wrapped around her finger, soothed him.
Ada stood from her seat across from him at the kitchen table and moved to the sink, her back to him. The morning sun dappled over the kitchen through the soft linen curtains. The twinkling sound of wind chimes muffled behind the pane of glass. He puzzled a name for the way his body relaxed into the vignette of his wife.
He rose to his feet and moved behind her. His hand swept her hair to the side so he could press his face into the crook of her neck. She tilted her head for him as she rinsed her cup. His arms snaked around her waist and tugged her close to his chest. Leon couldn't resist the quiet shaking breath he released. Contentment, the word that had evaded him before, came to him then with Ada wrapped in his arms. She ran her warmed hands along his skin and leaned into him. Her soft laugh filled his ears, and the affectionate way she said his name.
He loosened his grip as she turned to face him. When she lifted her hand to his face, he leaned into it. Her fingers ran over his cheek, his brow, and traced his jaw. Leon closed his eyes and allowed the sensation of her to wash over him. He sucked in a breath when she pressed her thumb against his lower lip.
After their years of brief contact, he savored her quiet exploration. Not for the first time, that familiar flutter rose in his stomach, a warmth bloomed over his cheeks. Leon may have had his years worn down by man's greed and violence, but it was these soft, illusory moments with Ada that found a way to make him feel like a young man.
His body leaned into her, face slack in soft surrender. The sun's defused rays lit around his hair and doused the room in warm light. They were veiled from the world here, allowed these moments of reprieve like a dream. Ada questioned the reality of it, the devotion of another shared in quiet moments when the rest of the world fell away. The pressure of his hands, the warmth of his lips, those affectionate touches grounded her when she doubted.
Ada leaned in further and brushed her lips against his ear. His soft intake of breath incited her to be bolder. She cupped his face between her palms and kissed gently against his stubble jaw, to the light scar on his cheek. She stopped before she rested her lips to the corner of his. The scent of him was stronger this close, heating her blood. It was the scent of memories, autumn wind, warm leather, the rain that clung to her skin.
Leon whispered her name, unwrapped his arms, and pressed into her with his hands flat on the kitchen counter. There was a shake in his breath as she kissed the corner of his mouth again, just out of reach. His lips softened, opened slightly in invitation, but she remained still.
"Will you touch me?" Ada's lips moved against his skin. His hands gripped the counter, pulling the muscles along his arms taut.
"I've waited my whole life to hear you say that." Leon's voice was low. She felt the way it stirred inside his chest. His warm breath brushed over her cheek.
"I've asked before."
"That doesn't change a thing," he breathed. She moved her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms as she slipped fully over his mouth.
Ada's groan muffled as he indulged in the taste of her, a caged man discovering salvation. Leon had always been a tentative lover in the past, admitting to the possibility of pushing her away in his eagerness. But this man before her had given up on that possibility. He took her mouth as if he'd starve without her.
Leon moved his arms behind her thighs and lifted her onto the counter. She greedily wrapped her legs around him and laced her fingers through his hair. Already, she felt herself tight and burning for him to take her there. His mouth was a haven, his hands a sanctuary. Leon slid them up her inner thighs as if to memorize the route.
"Like this?" he whispered.
"More," Ada replied against his lips. He leaned back, his eyes roaming her face as he moved his hands higher. Her legs fell farther apart in invitation.
There was challenge in Ada's eyes, a constant, Leon's north star over the years. His fingers skimmed below the hem of her silk dress. She leaned back with her fingers gripped to his upper arm. The dark strap of her dress slid down to the precipice of her shoulder as her chest rose and fell, the way it did when he excited her. He paused his hands right before he reached the soft fabric he knew waited for him between her legs. She shifted on top of the counter, her lips turned down, and her beautiful brown eyes fixed on his mouth.
"Are you going to leave me hanging?" Ada said.
"Never." Leon allowed one hand to slip higher while the other slid to the back of her neck. His fingers traced over her damp panties. The strain in his pants became more intense as a soft sigh left her lips, and her hips rolled into his grasp, chasing the pressure. The strap on her shoulder slid over the edge, dipping the fabric at the front of her dress. He leaned in to kiss her shoulder, never losing contact, as he moved down to her flushed collarbone.
Ada's breath sounded louder in his ears as he stroked up and down her covered slit. He sucked at her collar and moved languidly toward the silk over her breast. Instead of moving it aside, he kissed the hardened peak through the fabric. Her back arched so more of her heat pressed against his lips and over his fingers.
She gripped his hair, sending pleasure down his spine. Leon met her eyes as he sucked her covered nipple into his mouth. A blooming wet circle appeared when he released her. He knew the moment her restraint snapped, the way her eyes grew heavy, and she bit into her lip.
Ada released him and moved her dress so that it pooled at her waist. He'd thought about teasing her more, but his restraint had waned. His lips lightly brushed her other nipple before he sucked her into his mouth and pushed aside her panties to sink his fingers between her folds. The heat was exquisite, and he groaned against her skin with the thought of his straining shaft inside her.
The way she moaned his name, clutched his shoulders as he rubbed his slick fingers over her clit, had him nearly to his knees. What was his life without this? It wasn't just the sex, her physical presence in his life. It was her trust, the way she let herself go when he pleasured her in their home. Ada's expression fixed on the way he gave her bliss, allowing her mind adrift in the safety of it. Her willingness to impart the things she kept locked inside was her gift to him. He wasn't going anywhere, and God help him, he'd make sure she knew it.
Ada had once considered herself patient. But with Leon's mouth sucking red circles over her breasts and his hand along her sensitive clit beneath her nightdress, she felt nothing but the delirious need to have him fill her completely. His eyes flicked up to watch her with as much focus as she saw from him in the field, that deep concentration when his gun was raised and fixed on a target. Beautiful man.
She slid her hand between her legs, covering his, leading his fingers to her core. He smiled against her breast, softly tugged her nipple with his teeth, and finally sank his fingers inside her. Ada couldn't hold back a low groan with the feeling of him pushing deeper. Leon moved his lips over her breast and suckled her collarbone before she felt him tongue the scar on her shoulder.
"You want it here?" His voice was husky and deep. The cool air along her shoulder and over her breasts made her shiver as he pulled back. His blue eyes heavy as he waited for her reply.
"What?" she rasped.
"Do you want to do this on the counter?" His fingers curled up inside her, his palm pressed into her clit the way she liked. The question lingered in the air until the haze washed it away. She wanted more. She wanted Leon deeper, harder. Ada moved her hand so that she could follow his rhythm and slid one of her own fingers beside his. She took her breast with the other, leaning back further on the counter. If they kept this up, she'd come around his hand.
"Yes," she groaned as an answer and a plea.
Admiration dripped from her name on his lips. His eyes roamed her body, fixed on her hand kneading her breast. When he tilted his head to watch their hands moving together, his tongue rolled over his bottom lip and disappeared. From her angle, his erection beneath his sweatpants was on full display for her. Precum seeped through the material around the head.
The things she wanted to do with his cock set her on fire. She pressed into his hand, urging him to be rougher. She tugged and pushed his hand as if using him like a toy. Leon answered her call, drove into her until she needed to remove her guidance. Slick sounds of his fingers inside her sex filled the air.
"Like that?" he asked. Ada could barely nod as she rolled her hips into each thrust, grinding her clit on the palm of his hand. She sucked in a breath as the rising tide of pleasure washed over her. A low sound arose from him as he fucked her with his fingers. His arm muscles bunched with each thrust. His other hand gripped her thigh in a delicious squeeze.
A curse came out of her in a gasp as he took her to oblivion where only pleasure remained. Ada's eyes rolled back and her body bowed with the orgasm that tore through her. Her hips moved on their own into his hand until the wave ebbed. Something lit within her. An animal in heat.
She wanted to feel him, touch him, press against him skin to skin, climb him like a tree. Ada sat up and took the hem of his shirt in her hands. Leon's eyes widened, and his hand faltered. He moved so she could remove his shirt and help her take off her dress completely.
Her arms dipped beneath his, hands pressed up against his shoulder blades. For once her skin felt hotter than his with her breasts pressed against his chest. She kissed him, tasted him like she'd never get another chance. He groaned in her mouth and slid his hands to her ass, tugging her sex against his straining shaft beneath his pants. Ada moved one of her hands down to his waistband and pulled it down in the front to free his length. Leon moaned into her mouth as she slipped her hand around him, ran her thumb over his dripping head and along the pulsing vein beneath. His hips surged into her grasp, and she knew for certain they wouldn't be leaving the kitchen.
Leon felt like the heat of the sun had swallowed him whole. His body in a frenzy of fever and Ada. Because it was always Ada. She asked for more, and he refused to deny her. He moved her hand away from his shaft and lined the head of his cock up to her sex, dripping on the kitchen counter. Leon pressed his forehead against hers, his mouth close enough to her lips to feel the warmth of her breath, and slowly pressed into her.
Ada's lips fell open, and her hands clutched his arms as he sheathed himself inside her. Her walls gripped him as he settled at the hilt. His breaths shook with restraint, waiting for her to adjust to him. After a moment she shifted beneath him, her hips thrust up for more. It was all he needed for her confirmation. He pulled back quickly. She gave a sharp intake of breath from the loss of that deep touch.
When he snapped his hips forward, their moans mingled together in the air between them. Her name rolled off his tongue like worship as he did it again. Ada's hips met every thrust of his. He leaned forward to push her body back further, pressing his cock up into that place inside her that made her scream.
Her fingernails dug into his back and her mouth pressed into his neck as he took her on their kitchen counter. Their bodies moved together as if they had once been one single entity, finally finding the comfort of the other. Her breath hitched, and her walls clamped around him. He breathed her name in her ear, coaxing her to let go for him again.
As soon as Ada called out for him, when Leon's name was more than just a fleeting need, he followed her down. The haze of pleasure made this place feel like more than a home. It was the place where the sun lived, where the wind would never change, and where the water tasted like wine.