No Strings Attached

8

"Eww, dude, come on," I sigh while I remove my hand and wipe it off on my shirt, "that's so unhygienic, I've let you kiss me with that tongue!"

He relaxes at the sound of my voice, "Y/N?" he asked, still slightly panicked.

"Of course man, how many other girls have you kissed?" I laugh and so does he, I can feel him lean back against my chest as he fully relaxes now.

"Just you princess, no need to get jealous," I can't see his entire face but I just know he winked while saying that, "So, can you let me go now?"

"Sorry Valdez, no can do, I can't let you fix... eum, well, whatever it is! We're at war, remember?" I do loosen my pull on the bow nevertheless. If he wanted too, he could get free, but he stays just where he is.

"Okay," he sighs, seemingly more than content with his situation, as he slumps down some more and lets his head rest on my shoulder while he takes off his gloves, "that's fine with me too."

I laugh again and pull my bow up from him and stand up, he obviously hadn't accounted for the sudden movement as he fell backwards before catching himself on his elbows. "What was that for?" he questioned while I pulled off my quiver and sat down again, next to him this time.

"Well what's the fun in it if you like being held hostage?" he rolled his eyes but I continued before he could make a snide remark back, "Besides, if I'm going of the conversation I heard you have earlier, that means we're pretty far back into the woods..." I let the question hang in the air but he didn't seem to get where exactly I was going with this.

"So?" he asked, siting up again.

"So, that means that it's not very likely that others are gonna come here, right?"

"Yes? So? Y/N, I really don't get-" he cut himself of mid-sentence, his mouth forming a little 'o' as he finally seemed to catch on to what I was saying. He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes, "you dork," I laugh again.

We both started to slowly inch forward until our lips finally met, I let out a sigh of content when I felt that oh so perfect pressure of his lips on mine, something I don't think I could ever get enough of at this point. Leo took advantage of this by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I pulled away for a second and laughed, "You know, you really can't just go around licking people's hands, that actually is kind of gross."

"Oh just shut up Y/L/N," he rolled his eyes and pulled me close again.

The kiss started out gentle and slow, our lips seemingly fitting together like two puzzle pieces, but it soon evolved into something much hungrier. I was vaguely aware of the fact that Leo was pushing me down, onto my back, but I was much too distracted to really care. One of his hands was now besides my head, holding him up as he hovered over me, while the other rested on my hip, squeezing ever so slightly.

Mine, on the other hand, found their way underneath his shirt, luckily for me he was not wearing armor, which made that a lot easier for me. I let them roam around his chest and torso, tracing the lines of his faint six pack. Leo wasn't a fighter like most boys at camp, but his time working on his various projects in the forges have helped shape him in all the best ways. He shivered as my cold hands continued to explore.

His lips eventually left mine as he started to make his way down my neck, biting down on some spots but then immediately smoothing them over with his tongue.

"Leo," I try to say it as a warning but it comes out more like a moan, I bite down on my lip to keep the rest of the sounds in, which is getting harder by the second. I can't finish my sentence, too lost in the feeling of the way he was nipping at my delicate skin, but I don't have to as he finishes for me, "Yes, I know, no hickies. I learned that lesson the hard way," he mumbled against my neck as he continued to bite, suck and lick.