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( closed post ) bizarre celebrations
[ And, later, when she's talked to people, teased Enjolras about the Kesha song yet again, and opened a handful of presents, Natalie's feeling full. It's a good, contented feeling, like things, while they may be shitty for a great deal of time, seem to be looking up for her. She is never ungrateful for her good friends, or a boyfriend who apparently doesn't need to be wooed.
When she shows up, she doesn't say anything, just smiling softly, tucking her loose hair behind her ears. ]
When she shows up, she doesn't say anything, just smiling softly, tucking her loose hair behind her ears. ]
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[ She does keep her legs secure around him, linking her ankles at the base of his spine. ]
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But no, this is a first for both of them, and he knows Natalie is just as nervous as he is and probably wants it to be something special, like he does, despite how sappy it sounds. They both want to remember this as something good. So one of his hands is on the move again, ghosting back up over her curves until it can settle on her cheek, gently pulling her to meet him for a full, deep kiss. ]
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In turn, she unzips and unbuttons his jeans but isn't brave enough to move as he did. ]
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In response, the one hand tries to work her jeans a little further down - tough to do when she's sitting on them, so Leo is learning - while the other drops back down to her bra, brushing over the cups and wondering if it's too soon. He does want to see how she feels without it, but for now his palm settles there, letting the anticipation grow. ]
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Go ahead, [ Nat whispers, chewing on her bottom lip. She wants to kiss him again, but this whole ... exploration is something she wants to experience without a distraction. At least for the time being. ]
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But Natalie has given him something else to think about, so he gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile, and then both of his hands are at her chest, following the lines behind her back. He goes slowly to give himself plenty of time to memorize how she looks with it on, but before long he reaches the clasp and has to use both hands to try and undo it. There has to be a trick to it, if girls do that every day. It's seems like forever before it pops open - a minute, maybe, in reality - but once it does, his hands are on her shoulders, finding the straps and sliding them off. ]
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It's not as cold as she thought she would be, but that might be because Leo will never experience having cold hands. That's something to be grateful for, actually, especially if they're going to keep doing this. ]
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And you don't think you're hot? [ It's more a statement than a question, but he can't believe Natalie doesn't think so. There's more to this than how she looks, of course, but it certainly helps. ]
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I think I look fine, [ A clarification as always. ] But you like looking at me, so ... that makes me feel good. Better. [ Not that her self image is based on what someone else thinks of her but it's different when someone she cares about feels that way. She lowers her hands to curl around the edge of the table, waiting for him to continue. ]
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Still, hearing it makes her feel good makes him happy. Hands covering her breasts, he gives them both a light squeeze, following up by running his fingers over her nipples and watching carefully for her reaction. He's not entirely sure what else she likes, and this is the best way to find out. ]
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[ She isn't particularly sensitive but that does bring a reaction out of her as she inhales sharply and stops speaking. Goosebumps spread over her skin, pale but not without some bruises and scars that come with the lives of demigods, and she bites her bottom lip, red and full from kissing. Her legs tighten around him possessively.
It feels good. Strange. She wonders what it would he like if he let his kisses linger there but is too shy to ask. ]
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Hastily, she starts pushing the heavier fabric down until it reaches her knees. ]
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