“Slow down on the drinks, I don’t want to carry you back to your place tonight,” Leon says, noting the half empty glass that rests on the table. You stand up, almost rushing to his side to give him a giant hug.

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, a smirk forming on your lips as you notice the biggest change in the man. “You bleached your hair!”

He shushes you, nearly bursting into laughter before he mutters, “Don’t point it out.”

“What did you do?” Your fingers run through his blond hair, shocked at the change. Leon has always been blond, but this color just looks absurd on him. “At least it’s not piss yellow. Are you using purple shampoo?”

“What’s that?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the question.

“Shampoo that’s purple,” you joke, and he scoffs at your response. You make your way back to the booth, sitting down comfortably in your seat again. Leon sits across from you before eyes scan the place, learning his surroundings. “You know, purple shampoo for fake blondes.”

“I’m not a fake blond,” he claims, fighting back a smile as the words leave his lips. You let out a low laugh at his words, and he defends himself quickly, claiming, “I’m still naturally blond! Even if this isn’t my natural color.”

You both laugh for a minute, and you can’t help but be surprised at how smooth conversation flows. Even after years of not seeing each other, things don’t begin with an awkward silence. The laughter dies down and you finally ask the question, “How have you been?”

Leon’s lips turn into a straight line, and he takes a moment to think about how to answer the question. He clears his throat and stands up. “Let me go grab a drink.”

You’re caught a bit off guard by his reaction, but ultimately you nod and watch him walk away. It’s just been a while since the last time you saw each other, he doesn’t know where to start. In his defense, you don’t know where to start either. Too much has happened. 

Leon comes back with a glass of beer, and an inquisitive look on his face. He quickly shares, “Think the bartender was checking me out.”

“The bartender is clearly into women,” you tell him, and he frowns, staring back at the woman. He then looks back at you and scoffs, shaking his head in disagreement.

“Your gaydar is way off dude,” he claims, and you try your best to not laugh at the comment.

“How much do you want to bet?” you ask, and he lets out a low laugh.

“How would we even find out?” he replies, and you shrug. Leon is reluctant but he takes out his wallet and hands you a twenty dollar bill.

“Dude, who carries cash anymore?” you ask, holding the bill up to the light to double check that it’s real. 

“Well how are you gonna check?” He ignores the dumb question, because clearly who would even trust a bank. He watches you put the bill in your bra as if you’ve already won the bet. He points at your chest and before he can open his mouth you share an important detail that would’ve completely changed the bet. 

“We worked together for a bit, she’s got a wife and everything,” you reveal, and while he wants to reach and snatch back his twenty dollars, his hands won’t let him. He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes at your answer.

“You owe me a drink,” he says, and you shake your head.

“No, we made a bet and I won!” you exclaim, even if it’s clear that you cheated. Leon is about to argue with you, but he decides that he isn’t going to start the endless bickering just yet. 

“How do you like living here?” Leon asks before taking a big gulp of his beer. He’s visited before but he knows visiting is not the same as living. He also knows that you’ve been living here for a couple of years, so you certainly don’t hate it– But perhaps something holds you back.

“It’s nice. It’s getting expensive but I really love the area,” you share. “You know I was kind of surprised you came to visit since I never really thought this kind of place was your idea of a vacation spot. Or are you here just to visit me?”

“I’m actually moving here,” he answers, making you choke on your drink just as you take a sip. You gently hit your chest as you attempt to calm down, and you begin to feel your cheeks get hot, feeling as if everyone in the place is turning to look at you. Your mind plays as your own worst enemy since you know the place is packed and truly no one pays attention to the girl that’s choking on a drink.

“Here? As in the city?” You try to double check as you wipe away a tear that’s formed from your coughing. He nods in response, and your brows meet in the middle. “Huh? Why? Did you transfer here? Wait… How does the cop thing work?”

“I’m not a cop anymore,” he answers, piquing your interest. You raise your brows, and it’s like he reads your mind when he promptly adds, “It just wasn’t for me.”

“What do you do now?” you pry, and Leon’s gaze shifts down, staring down at his drink. 

He simply shakes his head before letting out a breathy laugh, “It’s nothing– Interesting I mean. Nothing interesting.”

“Okay…” you nod, noting that he doesn’t want to speak more about it, so you don’t push it. You look around the place, biting your tongue when you realize you spoke too soon. That awkward silence settles in and you try your best to figure out what to talk about next. 

“You have to show me around,” he says, and you hum in response.

“There’s so much to do! I’m sure you’ll love it here!” you reply. You stare at Leon in silence, seeing the slight physical changes– It’s not just his hair. Leon looks tired. He doesn’t exude the same hopeful energy. The aura that surrounds him has darkened. 

“So… Did you find a gray hair and you decided to bleach it?” you ask, and Leon puffs out a breath, trying his best not to smile.

“One day I’ll tell you,” he answers, and perhaps he was better off lying. Curiosity kills you, even if it’s for the most trivial details.

“If I get you drunk enough, will you tell?” You take out the twenty dollar bill from your bra, and show it off to him. He’s tempted to reach over and take what’s rightfully his, but before he can even act on the thought, you fold the dollar again and put it in your bra.

“I’m not telling you,” he answers, and you click your tongue.

You joke, “What’s up with you? Are you sworn to secrecy by the government or what? You’re not telling me anything!”

“This feels like an interrogation if anything. Tell me about your life, what are you doing now?” He shifts the spotlight, hoping to be the one asking the questions for a change. 

“I wish my life was as exciting as yours,” you mutter before sipping on your drink again. You’re nearing the bottom of the glass.

“Why do you say my life is exciting when I haven’t said a thing?” he questions.

“Exactly why! You refuse to tell me, so it must be something fun!” you exclaim, and he shuts his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. Some things never truly change, but this time you’re not getting any sort of information from him. When you notice he doesn’t say anything, you give him a peek into your life, “I’m an accountant, if you find that exciting.”

“You seriously landed on that?” He tries his best not to laugh at your occupation. He knows better than anyone that you could be doing worse.

“Oh my god, don’t laugh!” You notice that hint of a smirk on his face, and he puts his hands up defensively. “I’m making money, you can’t shame me for that!” 

“Okay.” His answer is rather awkward, but you’re used to that side of Leon. You gasp, which catches Leon off guard. He furrows his brows and asks, “What?”

“You’re a–” you lower your voice, whispering, “stripper?”

“Seriously?” he laughs in disbelief, and when he sees that look of mischief in your eyes, he decides to flex his arms. “With these guns, I might as well.”

You roll your eyes, and for some reason you find your ears getting warm. You seriously didn’t like that… Did you? It’s so stupid, no way you like that. You scoff, trying to mimic him but it doesn’t turn out as well. Leon’s arms have certainly gotten bigger– You don’t remember Leon’s arms looking so big and toned.

“Look at that, you might leave me unemployed,” he jokes, and you burst out laughing. 

“Would you be a sweetheart and get me another drink?” you ask, looking at your empty glass. He looks back and forth between you and the glass before sighing and standing up.

You keep your eye on him as he gets you the drink. It doesn’t take him too long to come back to you, placing your filled glass on the table. You’re surprised when Leon decides to sit down next to you, rather than across from you.

“You know you’re gonna have to give me the twenty bucks back for–” he begins, only to be promptly cut off by you.

“Don’t even think about it,” you tell him, winking in his direction. “Not gonna happen, sweetheart.”

“Did I ever tell you I can’t wink?” he shares, and you tilt your head. You try your best to remain serious at his confession, though you do crack a smile in the process. “And now you’re laughing at my–”

“It’s just closing one eye! It’s not that hard!” you claim, and he lets out a low laugh.

“If only it were that easy,” he says, attempting to wink but closing both eyes one after the other. You cover your mouth, trying to play off your chuckle. “Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not–” you try to say but you can’t actually finish your sentence. You cover your mouth, trying to suppress the noise. Luckily, the second time around you succeed. “I’m not laughing!”

“You’re mean, you know?” he replies, though the corners of his lips turn upward. 

“What made you sit down next to me?” you ask, trying your best to maintain eye contact, but for some reason your gaze lowers. You’ve already broken the ice, you can’t be nervous… right? It’s just Leon. 

“I just want to get a good look at you, the lights aren’t really helping,” he shares, and for some reason you smile at his words. He isn’t wrong, the dim lighting doesn’t really help and strains your eyes as you look at each other. “You haven’t changed much.”

“I hope not, I’m too young for botox,” you answer, eyes sheepishly landing on his face again. “You don’t look all that different either.”

He lets out a low laugh before giving you a subtle nod. He knows you’re lying, but he won’t argue otherwise. On the off-chance you’re not, he won’t change the way you look at him. Maybe you see a part of Leon that died long ago.

“Is that a good thing?” he asks, as you begin to fix a strand of hair that covers his face. Your fingertips brush against the soft skin, nearly sending a shiver down his spine. 

“You’ve always had a cute face, Leon.” You smile at him, and a shy smile comes to his face. Before he can return the compliment, you add, “Your girlfriend is lucky.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he quickly tells you, almost as if he were nervous that you’d think otherwise. “I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“Makes sense, your job keeps you busy doesn’t it?” you ask, feeling a bit awkward when you realize what you’ve said to him. You wouldn’t want him to think that you’re coming onto him, even if you kind of are.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I don’t think relationships are my thing anyway.”

“Really? Why do you say?” You raise your brows, a bit surprised at what he says. Last time you saw Leon he was in a relationship, willing just about to do anything– By the way he speaks, you can only assume things didn’t end well. You feel like the question will sour the mood, so you quickly retract, “You’re right, relationships aren’t all that.”

“Damn, you didn’t even give me a chance to answer,” he jokes, and you roll your eyes before chuckling. “How about you? How are you relationship wise?” 

“Let’s not,” you respond, and he has the same curiosity as you, but he thinks it’s best to not overstep any boundaries. If you want to tell, you’ll do so on your own. He won’t push anything when it’s the first time you see each other in years. 

His eyes land on your drink, before he takes a playful tone, “So are you paying me back for the drink?”

“Be a gentleman and pay for once,” you say, before biting your tongue as you debate whether or not you want to say what comes to your mind. The words end up slipping your lips, “Unless you want to reach into my bra for the money.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, and you chew on the inside of your cheek before nodding in response. He doesn’t do what you expect, his hands laying still on his side. He won’t take the light flirting too far– It’s a good thing, truly. 

His gaze goes back and forth between your eyes and your lips, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to do anything. He stays still, not moving an inch closer to you.

“You know, I was shocked when you sent me an email– Who even uses email to communicate anymore?” you mention, trying your best not to laugh. The moment you checked your inbox you swore someone was attempting to scam you, but when you clicked on the email and there was no suspicious link, you knew it was Leon.

“Is that why? You’re shocked that I’m old-fashioned?” he asks.

“Nah, thought you forgot about me,” you confess, and he cocks his eyebrow.

“Hmm? How could I forget you?” His words make you tilt your head, surprised at how he words that. You know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but you still smirk.

“You’re talking as if I’m your one undying love,” you tease him, and he clicks his tongue.

“Maybe you are.” He plays along, and you giggle. He’s joking, you know, but your face still gets warm, and you almost become nervous. “We’ve been through a lot of shit together.”

You’d say a lot is an exaggeration, but perhaps Leon hasn’t been through that much. You certainly wouldn’t consider cheating off each other on an intro to chem exam at a community college as a lot– But you both did fail that exam so perhaps he views it differently. 

“Do you still keep in contact with–” you begin, only to be immediately interrupted by him.

“Nope, haven’t spoken to her since she ended things with me,” he answers, as if he’s read your mind. By the way he doesn’t even let you finish her name, you can only assume things didn’t end well. You really can’t say much to reassure him, considering you really liked his ex-girlfriend. Before things can become tense, he says, “She just couldn’t handle the stripping career.”

“I bet it was because you weren’t making a lot of money,” you joke, and he flexes his arm yet again.

“With these? You know I’m swimming in cash.” His free hand grabs your hand, moving it to touch his bicep. He’s more straightforward than what you remember, you’ll give him that. It was noticeable, but actually feeling how strong he feels is… An experience to say the least.

“Holy shit, dude. You’re ripped,” you tell him, hand indulging since you refuse to let go. Leon was strong but he wasn’t like this– But of course, time is going to change him, you shouldn’t be shocked. 

After a minute, you realize how creepy you’re being so you retract your hand. Though if anything it’d be on him for grabbing your hand and making you touch. 

“You were having fun,” he comments, and you roll your eyes as he points it out. “Hey, don’t stop if you don’t want to.”

“Hmm… Are you hitting on me?” you hum, and his confident expression shifts. He becomes a bit shy, and for a moment he stares at you debating if he wants to possibly escalate the situation; he can ruin the night… Or he can make it better. 

“You look really good,” he says, and you smile like an idiot.

“I know I do, took you long enough to notice,” you respond, fingers brushing his hair away as you stare into his eyes. You can’t get a good read on him, but you’re almost certain he has other plans for tonight.

“Better late than never, right?” he responds, and you give him a subtle nod. You’re moving closer to him, until you’re mere inches away from him. 

“You have something on your eye.” He pretends to take something from your eyelashes, and when you notice that he’s tempted to kiss you but doesn’t do anything, you take the opportunity to press your lips against his. You’re hit with a wave of confidence, cupping his face as your soft lips lock with his. 

“Was that too much?” you ask him as you pull away, though he looks out of the loop. Almost as if your lips have put him in a trance of sorts. His eyes focus on your lips before he leans in again, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss feels desperate, as if it’s been a while since the last time he’s been kissed.

Calloused fingers brush against your skin, before they firmly cup your face. He almost burns your skin with temptation, and you’re almost taken back by how you oddly reciprocate it. You weren’t thinking about him like this an hour ago, but now your veins flow with desire. You never really thought of Leon like this, but as his lips touch yours it’s hard to think of Leon in any other way. 

He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours while his eyes look into yours. You bite down your lip, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. For a moment you think it’s a spur of the moment thing until your hand lands on his thigh, and you realize that Leon is a little bit worked up. Your eyes widen and for a moment you think of apologizing while quickly retracting your hand. But you don’t move your hand. 

You smirk, tilting your head, “You’re a little worked up, aren’t you?”

He exhales a dry laugh, and you notice how the tip of his ears turn red. He’s slightly embarrassed and before he can get a word out, you rub his erection. You lean into a kiss again, this time your tongue meeting his own. You’re working him up, and you know that there’s no coming back from this but you can’t stop yourself.

His hand moves down, your arm and goes to your waist. For a moment he plays with the hem of your shirt, but decides against going further– Not now. He doesn’t want to gather an audience. At least your work is a little more discreet. 

You bite down his lip, pulling away as you realize that things are escalating and you’re still in public. You look at him with lust filled eyes and ask him, “Do you want to go back to my car?”

“Mine is bigger,” he quickly says, and you nod, wiping the lipstick that you’ve smeared all over his lips. He stands up, adjusts his pants to try to dissimulate the tent in his pants before helping you out of the booth; he grabs your hand and leads you outside. 

Your brain is blank, not forming any sort of thought. You know that if you really thought this through you’d back away. You wouldn’t want to change what you already have with Leon– Which truly isn’t much at the moment but you wouldn’t want to taint those memories from your past. You’re letting your body control you, which often leads to disarray but nothing is working to stop you.

“Ladies first.” He opens the back door of his car for you, and for a moment you hesitate. You look back at the familiar face but not feeling the same aura from the person you used to know. You won’t be tainting anything because this isn’t the same person that you were friends with… That and you’re also really horny.

You get into the backseat and he quickly follows. When he shuts the door, you straddle him. You cup his face, squishing his cheeks before you lock lips with him. His hands run down your body, almost clueless as to where to go. They rest on your waist before sneakily going under your shirt. He burns you up with a single touch, and the longer his fingertips rest on your skin, the more your desire grows.

His hands move down, becoming more dangerous. They begin to caress your exposed thighs, nearly under your skirt. 

“I don’t have a–” he begins when he pulls away from your lips, but before he can finish the sentence, you cut him off.

“I’m on birth control.” It’s like you read his mind– To be fair there’s not that many sentences that can be said when you’re in the situation you’re in. He nods in response before his lips capture yours again. His hands get riskier, getting desperate with the discomfort in his pants. He needs to relieve himself soon. 

His finger locks under the waistband of your panties, dragging it along until he works up the confidence to rub your pussy over the cloth. He feels just how excited you are based on the dampness in your panties. He isn’t the only one excited, it’s just that his arousal is noticeable to everyone. 

He pushes your panties to the side, running two fingers through your folds and gathering your slick before pushing two fingers inside of you. You moan into his mouth as his thick fingers fill you up. He curves his fingers, wasting no time in finding your weak spot. You nearly unravel at his touch.

“Fuck,” you moan, pulling away from the kiss. A subtle smirk appears on his lips, watching how you react to him. 

“Hmm, you like that?” he asks as his fingers pick up speed. You nearly moan out his name, but before it rolls off your tongue, you catch yourself. It’s weird to use his name in this context. 

You’re bucking your hips, getting lost around him. He notices just how much you’re enjoying himself which is evil when he finds satisfaction in taking his fingers out. His fingers play with your clit. You bite down your puffy lip as a hand goes down to unbutton his pants.

“I need you,” you tell him, growing impatient. 

“Be a good girl, and wait,” he says as he pulls down his zipper and pulls down his pants enough for his cock to break free. Your eyes widen at the sight, a bit surprised that Leon is… Bigger than anticipated. You lick your lips before looking back at Leon.

“Spit on it,” he orders, and while you typically like to take a brattier side, tonight you don’t have an issue with following orders. You bring your lips together and spit on his cock, before he begins to tease your entrance with his cock. 

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, taking control. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he stretches you out. You begin to bounce on him, setting a steady rhythm. 

Leon whimpers, feeling how good you feel around him. His lips go to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before sucking on your neck. You’re holding onto his broad shoulders for support as you move along his length. 

“Fuck, Leon,” you finally moan his name, sex clouding your mind as his cock fills you up. You begin to tire out with each movement, and when Leon notices that you’re getting slower, he takes over and begins to move his hips.

“You feel so good around me,” he mutters as he thrusts in and out of you. If only he had more space than the backseat, but for now this suffices. Eyes are focused on you, nearly hypnotized by the way you react to every little thing. A sheen sheet of sweat adorns your face, the hot air quickly catching up to you. 

Leon wouldn’t admit it but you have never looked this beautiful before. Your lipstick is all smudged, mascara begins to run down your cheeks, your hair is out of place and you’re sweaty. Yet Leon has never looked at you like this before. He thinks it’s a sight only worthy men come across and he’s truly honored to delight himself like this. Lust clouds his mind, affecting every way of his thinking.

He’s hypnotized by your face until his gaze falls down, and something of interest catches his eye. He gets his teeth, biting the dollar bill that’s stuffed in your bra and spitting it out to the side. It’s a good thing you don’t catch him in the act or else he’d be denied more kisses from you.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he moans as his hand moves to play with your clit. You squeeze around him, making him nearly lose control while he’s inside of you. It’s hard for him to remain composed.

“Keep doing that,” you say, feeling yourself nearing your climax. Your nails dig into his shirt, tensing up until you ultimately make a mess all over him and his car. Gushing all over him.

“Holy shit, did you just squirt?!” His voice is a little louder than what he intends, but he looks at you with shocked eyes and with the biggest smirk. He doesn’t care one bit about the fact that you’ve made a complete mess all over his car. He’s proud if anything.

“Shut up.” You cover his mouth, slightly embarrassed about what just happened. He’s fucking you harder, filled with motivation after your climax. You’re moaning his name over and over again while his thrusts become sloppy. 

Your tongue enters his mouth, pulling him into a sloppy kiss while Leon empties himself inside of you, filling you with his cum. He gives a couple more gentle thrusts before coming to a stop, pulling out his softening cock. 

You keep kissing, and tongue pressing against his until you finally pull away. You cup his face, squishing his cheeks and asking, “This isn’t changing anything, right?”

The question is hilarious. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, lips puffy from his own. You’re a total mess because of him and yet you ask if everything will remain the same– And he has the audacity to nod along. 

He reassures you, “This doesn’t change anything. We’re still friends.”

“Didn’t you practice with daddy, my love?” You try your best to disguise that accusatory tone, and it almost works. It almost slips by Leon’s ears completely unnoticed.

“No.” She shakes her head.

“I thought you were on top of it, Leon.” You shake your head disapprovingly and the man ultimately shrugs. “Guess your mind is elsewhere.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mutters. It’s not like Diana takes it to heart; while she loves excelling in her classes, she absolutely despises the idea of studying. 

“It’s okay, I’m prepared,” she reassures him, making him give her a half-smile.

“What’s thirty-two plus twenty-seven?” you quiz her, and she drops her utensils to count. You furrow your brows, wondering if it’s the best way to do her math– You might have to correct her on it. 

“Are you gonna finish your chicken?” Leon looks down at Anastasia who’s licking her lips at the chicken that’s still on Leon’s plate. His stomach growls, but he still shakes his head and puts the chicken on Anastasia’s princess plate. “Thank you.”

“Enjoy, princess.” He watches her eat with gusto. She’s minute compared to him, but he feels like she can out eat him. “What time is Diana’s school thing on Friday again?”

“Six. Why?” You cross your arms, eyes narrowing as you stare at your ex-husband.

“Fifty-nine!” Diana exclaims when she finally obtains her answer. Unfortunately, you’ve long forgotten what you had asked her. 

“Huh?” you furrow your brows in confusion, wondering what she’s saying. 

“Your question,” she reminds you, and you nod in response. 

“Good job,” you tell her though you don’t quite know if it’s correct since you’ve long forgotten the numbers. It seems that Leon has captured your ultimate attention. You clear your throat before asking yet again, “Why? Do you have plans?”

“As a matter of fact, my daughter has a choir concert so yes.” He nods, making you roll your eyes. You won’t press him for the actual response, not while the girls are still at the table. You clench your jaw, playing with your food as you lose your appetite. 

The idea of your ex-husband going on a date shouldn’t upset you enough that you lose your appetite, yet you can’t stomach the rest of your food. The idiot has more control over you than you thought. 

“Are you going to finish your chicken?” Anastasia notices how you’re pushing the food in your plate around, and she decides it’s worth a shot. You put the chicken on her plate without a second thought. 

“Can we get ice cream?” Diana looks at her father, knowing that she’s more likely to get a yes from him than you. 

“No, go study for your test.” You don’t give Leon a chance to answer, and you watch as she gets pouty. She retires herself from the table, stomping her feet back to her room. She makes it clear that she’s displeased with your answer, but you don’t really pay attention. If you give the girls everything they want, they’ll turn out like brats. 

“Is the chicken good, honey?” he asks, noticing how Anastasia gulps down her food with a subtle smile on her face. She hums in response, mouth too full to actually give a verbal response. 

You’re both watching her eat, waiting for her to finish so you can have a serious conversation. You maintain intense eye contact with Leon until your daughter finally drops her utensils. She announces, “I’m all finished!”

“That’s great honey, go to your room,” you tell her, and without any sort of protest she stands up and goes back to her room. She’s too full for dessert anyway– She wouldn’t turn it down but she won’t protest it. 

Once both of the girls’ bedroom doors are shut, Leon stands up and begins to collect the plates off the table. You straighten your posture, remaining in your chair as you watch Leon clean up. You think for a moment on how to start the conversation, until you finally spit it out, “Did you have plans for a date?”

“Believe it or not, I have friends that want my attention,” he answers, and you rise from your chair, helping him clean up. 

“It’s hard to believe that you simply want to hangout with friends,” you comment, setting your plate in the sink. The good thing about having Leon around is that he washes the dishes, dries them and puts them away. “I mean, you wouldn’t ask when Diana’s choir concert is if you simply wanted to hangout with a couple of friends. That sounds like date–”

“How many times do I have to tell you–” he begins, only to be promptly interrupted by you. You don’t want to do this back-and-forth with him. 

“Give me your phone,” you order, holding out your hand for him to give you his phone. You speak to him with authority, as if you had some sort of dominance over him. You do. You have absolute control over him, but he won’t let you know so easily.

“No, why would I do that?” He frowns. He rolls up his sleeves before turning on the faucet.

“If you’re not going to see anyone, you’ll give me your phone.” You’re clearly overstepping the line. It’s painfully clear you’re jealous, but Leon is not going to call you out on it again. Instead of refusing again, Leon dries his hand and reaches into his pocket for his phone before tossing it your way.

“Knock yourself out,” he sighs. You turn on his phone, staring at the lockscreen he has of your daughters, and the longer you stare at it the more hesitant you become. Your hands suddenly become shaky, and you ultimately put the phone back in his pocket. 

“That was quick.” He smirks, and you lightly smack the back of his head. 

“I guess it’s unfair for me to control what you do when I… Well, I’m seeing other people,” you shrug, and Leon stops what he’s doing to turn his full attention towards you. 

He furrows his brows, and asks, “Are you still talking to the lawyer?”

“Other people,” you answer. “I want companionship, and I guess it’s unfair of me to stop you from getting the same.”

“I’m still not seeing anyone,” he replies, though you don’t bother saying anything. You know you should believe him when he willingly gives you his phone for you to search, but your brain won’t let you accept it so quickly.

“I’ll be in my room. Knock on the door when it’s time to tuck in the girls.” 

“Hey, I’m leaving.” Leon opens the door to your room without knocking, trying to make up for it by covering his eyes with his hand. You’re wearing a robe, fresh out of the shower, going to your dresser to pick out your pajamas.

“Huh? What about the girls?” You furrow your brows, crossing your arms. 

“I put them to bed, you were in the bathroom so–” he begins, and you motion him to go away before he can finish his explanation. You roll your eyes, a little upset that your ex-husband can’t listen to simple directions. 

He listens, taking a step back, and you don’t really pay much attention to him until his ringtone catches your attention. You’re not the type to necessarily get jealous– Who are you even trying to lie to? You’re absolutely the jealous type.

“Hey, Leon,” you call out to him before he can grab his phone, catching his attention. He looks at you, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head when your bathrobe falls to the floor. He shuts the door behind him, locking it since he’s not in the home alone. “Why don’t you help me out tonight?”

“You’re really that jealous?” he asks, quickly figuring out that the only reason you’re doing this is because you heard his phone. Though he knows, he isn’t particularly upset about it; it’s quite the opposite. He’s excited in other terms. 

“Jealous?” you reply, and Leon bites his tongue to avoid arguing. He won’t ruin his chances even though he knows he’s right– For tonight he’s the dumbest person on the planet. You get closer to him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, and staring deeply into his eyes. 

Leon will say, you have very beautiful eyes but it’s certainly hard to maintain eye contact when something else catches his attention. He’s hesitant before his hands go to your waist, touching your soft skin. 

“You know that I know what you’re up to,” he tells you, before pressing his lips against yours. When he pulls away he notices that subtle smirk on your lips accompanied by that spark of mischief in your eyes. 

“Aren’t you going to pick up the phone?” You bat your eyelashes in his direction, and Leon grabs his phone and turns it off. Whoever is trying to reach him can go to hell and back, he’s not picking up. You nibble his earlobe before whispering in his ear, “Good boy.”

You grab his hand, leading him back to the bed before pushing him down. When his back hits the mattress, your hands unbutton his pants. You know you’ll probably regret this tomorrow, but right now your emotions are too overbearing. 

You pull on the waistband of his briefs by your teeth, letting his cock free from its constraints. You lick your lips before you drag your tongue up his shaft, earning a breathy moan from the man. Your tongue circles around the tip, tasting his precum before hollowing your cheeks and taking as much as you can in your mouth. 

Leon unashamedly mutters your name as he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. You move your head slowly, while your hands wrap around the base of his length and do a twisting motion. He could damn near lose his mind, and you’ve just begun. 

“Fuck, you’re being so good to me.” His hand goes to the back of your head, pushing your head down so you gag on his cock. You’re taking all of him, tears welling up in your eyes. When Leon lets go of you, you lift your head up and you gasp for air.

“You’re an asshole,” you tell him as you straddle him. His hands go to your waist, eyes sparkling at the sight in front of him. He’s truly one lucky man. You turn your back to him, giving his cock a couple of strokes before lining it up with your entrance. You slowly lower yourself on his length, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he moans, feeling how your pussy wraps around him. He throws his head back, shutting his eyes as he tries to take it all in. Fuck, he could just come right then and there. “You’re so perfect.”

You begin to move back and forth, cock brushing against your sweet spot. You bite down your lip, careful about not letting a single sound slip your lips. He’s a bit more vocal about his pleasure, though still being mindful that he isn’t alone in the home. 

He smacks your ass, before his hands rest on your waist, nails digging into the soft flesh of your skin. You’re making a mess all over him, clearly enjoying yourself. Leon would kill to hear you moan his name, but he knows you better than anyone. You could be having the best sex of your life but you’re not giving him that pleasure. Even if he pleads and begs, you’re not fulfilling his wishes.

His hand reaches to the front, going down to play with your clit. You curse under your breath as pleasure slowly consumes you. You stop moving for a second, and he seizes the opportunity to move his hips, thrusting in and out of you. His breath gets caught up in his chest as he slowly loses control. 

“Shit, Leon– Fuck, it’s so good,” you mutter the forbidden, and Leon swears he reaches ecstasy. The name rolls off your tongue seamlessly, absolutely perfect. Just as you are. You’re tightening around him, and he can’t keep his composure.

He moans your name, muttering it over and over again until he finally empties himself inside of you, filling you with his cum. You let out a breathy moan as he fills you with his warm seed. After a couple more gentler thrusts, he pulls out of your needy cunt, leaving you completely empty.

“Oh you’re so good to me,” he says as you get off him. His hand goes to your throat, pulling you down for a kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You feel his fingers caressing your thighs before his strong hand spreads your legs. He mutters, “Left you high and dry, didn’t I?”

“Yea–” You can’t finish your sentence before he rips a moan out of your throat. He inserts two thick fingers into your cunt, using his own cum as lubrication. His lips land on yours again, sucking on your bottom lip. He scissors his fingers as your own hand goes down to play with your clit. 

He bites down your lip before pulling away, needing to hear your sweet moans while he toys with you. He studies your face, trying to watch your every reaction while he moves his fingers in and out of you. He’s so enamored by the way your face contorts with pleasure. 

It doesn’t take too long for him to work you up, your climax looming over you. You maintain eye contact with him, nails digging into his bicep as you tense up. You let out a breathy moan, when your orgasm finally consumes you, and Leon quickly locks his lips with yours. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he tells you, his fingers still moving in and out of your twitching pussy. You smirk as you hear the words leave his lips. Whoever was calling is long forgotten at this point. 

“Hmmm… Who was calling?” Your hand caresses his face, trying to decipher who would want his attention at this hour. Is it the same woman? You’re almost certain it was, otherwise you wouldn’t have pulled this stunt. 

“No one as important as you,” he answers, and the answer satisfies you enough to not probe for more. He engulfs you in another kiss, any uncertainty quickly dwindling away.

Your jealousy will catch up to you tomorrow. Regret looms over, but right now nothing matters. With his warmth right beside you, nothing matters.