red-chambers

Time seems to be passing by awfully fast. Anytime Leon's eyes glance at his watch, it feels like it's been minutes, even hours, and yet, it's just been ten minutes. The atmosphere feels heavy. Leon feels awkward and upset, disappointed in himself too. He just wants this awful feeling to pass by so he can just feel himself again.

Claire might feel the same way. She's at the opposite end of the couch, arms crossed and her resting face appearing sad. He feels guilty. He wants to scooch down to her and hold her. He shouldn't have raised his voice that way, it was unnecessary and mean. She was just pushing and pushing him and it came out of no where. Leon despises arguments and shouting, so this is his worst nightmare.

The television playing in the background is the only noise to cancel out the silence. It was playing even during their argument. It's some stupid true crime show. Leon wishes he could shut it off and never hear it again. He glanced over at Claire, but she didn't even bother taking a peep at him. Anytime she becomes upset, she'll ignore him. And ignore him. And continue it until he gives in. Such a stubborn girl.

In this case, Leon gets it. He is definitely in the wrong. At least he can take accountability. Had Claire ended up with anyone else and they would've never realized their mistakes. Leon is glad he's able to.

Leon looked over at Claire once more and as he did, she stood up and sighed deeply before treading towards what Leon assumes is their bedroom. His assumption is proven correct when he heard the loud slam of their door. Was that really necessary? Absolutely not, but she's a mad girl. "Fuck sakes." Leon groaned under his breath as he rubbed the bridge of his pointy nose. He doesn't like this. He just wants to burst into their room and coddle her. But he has a better idea.

His eyes trailed towards his car keys. They're hung up near the entrance. One way to Claire's heart is food. Leon even recalls how earlier Claire was craving fast food since they never indulge in it. They have to maintain a decent diet considering what their jobs are. For this occasion however, Leon doesn't mind one bit making an exception. Her favorite spot is Wendy's, maybe he'll drive there and get her a meal and he can present it to her with kisses and hugs.

That should do the trick!

Standing up, Leon quietly jogged to the front door and threw his leather jacket on. He could hear the shower turn on from their shared bathroom, she'll be in there for a good bit he bets. He snagged his key off of their holder and stealthily opened the white front door and hushly closed it behind it. He'll be back in five minutes or less. They love directly out of town and the Wendy's spot is just a couple roads away. He knows exactly what to order for her.

They have separate cars. Leon has a 2016 black BMW whereas Claire has a 2014 white Audi. He loves his car. Eventually he'll upgrade but this bad boy has been his baby for awhile.

Leon clicked the unlock button on his keys. The faint beeping sound was heard and his headlights flashed. He opened the door and got in. He buckled in with haste and turned the car on ASAP. He's really lucky that this car isn't too loud. It's not that he doesn't want to be 'caught' but he wants this to be a surprise, it'll have more effect that way. He loves Claire, dearly, she deserves a treat after tonight.

Pulling out of the rugged driveway, Leon sighed softly as he hit the road. Just from where he was, he could see other cars bustling in and out of town. He lives near a cross road. One leads into town, one leads out of it and another leads into an entirely different city. He rarely goes to the other town, the one closer is much more convenient and big. Leon thinks he'll older a meal for himself too. He hopes this is what will win Claire over.

The traffic light turned red and Leon came to a smooth stop. He can't get her off of his mind. Claire is his girlfriend, hopefully soon to be fiance and now she's mad at him. Arguments are bound to happen but they don't much between them. This argument was pointless. It was over the fact Leon doesn't want to drop a mission he was asked to help on. Claire wants him to because he has to go across the country. In Leon's defense, she should've known things like this can happen with his job, he's an agent.

At the same time, Leon understands. If Claire had to go to Asia or Australia for example for a TerraSave mission, he'd go nuts. Not only because they'd be apart but because of her safety. Leon is a protective boyfriend. He needs her to be a smart girl and keep herself safe when he can't. Leon plans to go to Europe, specifically Greece. He prays the mission ends well. He's sure it will and he'll have positive thoughts just for Claire.

Turning right, the bright lights of all the opened buildings nearly blinded Leon. There were restaurants, stores, salons and more, all open and ready for people to stop by. Leon's focus though is Claire's food. He just needs her to eat and calm down. Food is the key to any lady's heart, right? He presumes so.

The city is so beautiful at night. The colorful lights shine brightly, the moon casting down upon them making the sight even prettier. The amount of people causes the town to remain alive and busy. Leon just feels like this is the right path for him. He's a city boy at heart and plans to keep it that way forever.

Just a few seconds away is the local Wendy's. Leon isn't used to this. He doesn't even know what to order exactly. They never order out like this. They go to restaurants a lot but fast food chains, that's a big no. Leon's willing to make an exception though. It's for his precious Claire.

The drive thru doesn't appear busy at all unlike the McDonald's across from the establishment. Leon can't even remember the last time he had McDonald's himself. There was just one other car in front of Leon. It was a Ford truck. If Leon had to take a shot in the dark, it's either an old man or a wannabe country boy. The thought makes him snicker. He'll have to look at the menu board(s) to figure out what to get. He doesn't know these meals by name or number.

Once the dirty truck in front of him pulled forward, so did he. The man over the intercom had a deep, groggy voice. "Hello, what can I get for you?" "Just one second, please, thanks." Leon responded, analyzing the countless burgers and fries among other things displayed on the lit up board. There was just about every food you could imagine a fast food spot to have. Leon recalls Claire liking the homestyle which is number 7. To Leon though, the most appealing is the number 2.

"Okay um, can I just get a number 7 and a number 2?" "Small, medium or large?" Leon hardly knew what he meant. Drink size? Doesn't matter. "Medium works." He replied, not really knowing what was going to come out medium. "Alright." The man over the loud speaker spoke. "Your total today is 16.30, pay at the next window." "Thank you." Leon said kindly before driving forwards. That ugly Ford is still in front of him, Leon has to wait a bit.

Leon is surprised Claire hasn't called or messaged him. She's either still in the shower or is laying down. He hopes she doesn't fall asleep. If she does, that'll be bad. Falling asleep after an argument can build resentment and the idea of Claire ever despising Leon makes him feel sick. She's the love of his life. That's the last fucking thing he needs. He can't lose the girl he loves most.

What uplifts his mood though is knowing that more than likely, Claire will forgive him tonight.

He pulled his BMW forward until he reached the first window where he handed the gentleman his card. The man swiped it and nodded. "There you go." "Thanks." Leon responded, stuffing his card back into his raggedy wallet. He's due for a new one, Claire has been hounding him about it.

"I'll just order you one off of Amazon!" "Don't waste your money babygirl." Is the exact words Leon recalls from a few days ago.

Reaching the final window, Leon took the two bags of greasy, tasty food and set them in the passenger seat. "Have a good rest of your evening." "You too." Leon spoke, pulling out of the parking lot. This better be a success.

He just wants to see her face light up. It's the most beautiful thing. Leon admires every aspect of Claire. He's noticed the little things about her that others don't. That includes how she plays with her hair when she's nervous, how she sticks her tongue out when she's focusing, how she kicks her little feet once she's under a warm blanket and how she laughs when someone makes a silly joke about a cute animal. She's a special girl.

Leon notices everything about her.

God, he loves her.

-

Finally, home!

Leon parked his car and bit his lip as he picked up both bags. All of the lights are still on as they were before he left so Claire is either still showering or is lying down. He can't wait to see her.

He pulled out his house key, sticking it into the lock and twisting it, entering their home. He doesn't hear the shower anymore. She probably just got out. Leon put his keys where they belong and swiftly removed his jacket, hanging it back up. The food actually smells yummy. He's never had a 'baconator' so he'll see how that tastes. God please let Claire forgive him after this.

Leon doesn't classify this as bribing, rather a 'I am sorry' proposal. He isn't doing this just so that she'll forgive him, it's just a side gift. Leon would give it to her even if she remained angry with him.

Walking up to their bedroom door, Leon opened it. The door creaked but he quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. The TV was on and was playing the TV show 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S'-it is an insufferable show but Claire is addicted to it currently. Claire gandered up at Leon and noticed the food, which made her sit up in bed. "What are you doing?" "Asking for forgiveness from my lover." Leon sighed and sat down beside her, setting the food in front of her.

"You don't have to. Just consider this a part of my apology. I remember you saying you were craving this and-" Leon couldn't even finish his sentence before Claire pressed her lips to Leon. The man was speechless. Whilst melting by her touch, Leon slithered his hands around her slim waist, remembering how good it feels to touch her. She pestered him with kisses as she climbed into his lap and set her hands on his chest.

"It's okay." She cupped his face. "The argument was stupid, I'm over it." She hugged him, kissing his neck. Leon chuckled and rubbed her back, his strong arms wrapping around her skinny back. "Good, I'm glad." Leon laughed. Mission very successful!

Claire pulled away from the hug but remained in his lap. She grabbed both bags but first turned on her nightstands lamp so they could see. "When did you get Wendy's?" "Just now." "You left without saying a word?" "I wanted to surprise you." Leon's hands remained on her thighs. Claire giggled. She opened one bag and grabbed out a fry, eating it. "Mmm, just what I've been needing." She laughed, pulling her food out. "Is this the number seven?" "Yes."

Leon grabbed his bag and looked in it. He's not very hungry but it's best that he eats. "What did you get baby?" "The number 2. It's just a bacon cheeseburger with fries." "Had that plenty of times. You'll like it." Claire nodded, sipping the coke from the fountain pop. Leon smiled while watching her. He loves gawking at her. She is his beautiful lady. "I'm happy you're happy." "Thank you for the food Leon." "Anything for my babygirl." Leon squeezed her thighs and watched as she began to eat.

"Want to watch a movie and eat our food?" "Of course. What were you thinking?" "Well I won't torture you with my sitcoms anymore." Claire laughed, getting off of his lap and resting her head on his chest, setting her food up so she could still munch on it. "I'll let you pick." She set the remote down on his stomach. Leon picked it up and chortled. "Thanks darling." Leon began to scroll through Netflix.

He kissed the top of her head. "Finish all of your food baby." "I'll try." Claire giggled, kissing his cheek and taking a bite out of her burger.

He arches up off the bed, cock spurting inside as his hand on the small of your back claws to keep hold of you. You feel the warm rush and ride it, grinding your hips in time with his and providing him the mercy of slowing down. Krauser grunts, catching his breath and using his grip on his hips to ease you into a complete stop while his dick softens. 

Cute. You smile sweetly at him and move your hands over his, fingers curling underneath until you’ve efficiently removed them. Holding his hands, you take the moment of surprise between you to watch as his mouth opens when you start to move again.

Krauser’s eyes widen. “No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head, fondly exasperated. “M’ done.” 

“Really?” You tilt your head. “I’m not. You wouldn’t deny me, would you? Especially since you’ve been gone all week.” Leaning to press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek as you swivel your hips. 

His hands twitch before tightening around yours and you use your momentum to push them into the mattress. His dick jolts inside you. Krauser exhales heavily, the end of the breath coming out a moan. “Fuck, fuck,” he manages. You watch the internal battle wage— his eyes shutting as he tries to steel himself through the intensity of it and his hips gradually starting to rise off the bed again. 

You bite into his jugular, feeling more than hearing the answering whimper. “You’re already hard again. Can you feel it? Just had to be patient.” 

“Baby.” His hands grasp around empty air, eyes a mix between hotly following your motions as you use him and hazy from overstimulation. 

The feeling of him tensing underneath you is intoxicating— it wasn’t often he relinquished power like this, but when he did, it left you feeling like the most powerful in the world. You rock your hips and feel him hit the place inside you that has you doubling over. You’re in awe you haven’t cum yet, but watching him submit for you gets you there quickly.

He smiles at you, a blush high on his cheeks and puffs of air leaving his mouth. “Yeah? Gonna get off using me like a bitch in heat?” His breathing is so rough you’re prideful you caused it. “Oh, fuck. Come all over me,” he growls.

That’s all it takes, sending you into an orgasm hard enough your legs clamp down around him. “Oh my god, right there,” you cry out, your own hands replicating how he had squeezed yours earlier. “S’ so good.” 

Having propped himself on an elbow, he watches, rapt as you gasp through the aftershocks. You can see how on the edge he is himself, and yet, he’s still vigilant to your pleasure. 

You look at him, enraptured by how into this he is. Obviously you’re going to milk it. 

So you lean further into his space, brushing your lips together and holding back a smile when his breath hitches. Needy. 

“I know you want to,” you say quietly as to hear the replying whine. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” 

Krauser huffs, grinding into you. It’s sensitive but you can’t get enough of it. Muscles in your legs bounce and an involuntary noise leaves you, traveling into his mouth as he urges you into a slow kiss. You let your teeth graze his tongue at the moment his hands strain against yours. He lifts off the bed, releasing into you with a hoarse shout. 

You let go of one of his hands, cradle his head against you while you speak, still chasing the incessant movement of him inside you. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

He kisses your skin, tongue laving over a perked nipple. You’re sure you taste of sweat and it’s fiercely arousing that he eats it up anyway. You let your head fall back, another orgasm directly following the last.

By the throaty sound he makes, you know you’re as tight as a vice around him. It must feel like torture, you riding him as he goes soft on you again. He wretches from your grip, hands finding your hips again. The squeeze is desperate. Krauser eyes you, very nearly debauched. 

“Please, sweetheart,” he says. “I want to, but—” 

You intentionally clench and watch him wet his lips. Both of you know he would stop you if he truly wanted to. But he doesn’t move to, just lowers back down with stuttered breaths. You take his hands in yours again, where they belong.

After a brief pause, you move again, lifting yourself up so his cum trails down your inner thighs, before slowly sitting down. Krauser makes an ah noise and you watch the plains of his abdomen ripple as you work up to a quicker pace. He’s still not hard, but the beads of sweat on his forehead tell you he will be soon. 

An honest to god whimper leaves his mouth when enough of his cum drips to land on his pubic hair. You feel hot all over. 

You notice and swipe a finger through it, licking the bitter taste from your finger. “I want all of it,” you tell him lowly, voice a rasp from the noises you’ve been making. “Give it to me.” 

He pushes his lips together and looks past you to the ceiling, a noise you’ve never heard from him straining to pass his closed mouth. It’s fucking hot. Behind you, his legs spasm in aborted attempts to move. In reaction, you slam your hips down faster, choking on your breath when you find him hard again. 

“Oh,” you say. “You never told me how much you liked being used. Gonna let me fuck you all night until you cum dry for me?” 

His mouth hangs open, eyes downcast to where the mess of the two of you connect. By now, his energy is nearly depleted and his only movements are futile, small circles of his hips. You fuck him hard, biting your cheek at the blissed out look on his face. 

Krauser sighs, so shaky you can see his chest rise, fall, rise, fall again. “‘m so sensitive,” he says under his breath. 

You play with your clit, the tips of your fingers skimming across his dick as it pulls in and out of you. “You have no problem holding me down until I’m too sensitive, Jack,” you murmur, bending low to kiss his chest. “Telling me I can’t return the favor?” You lift up again, if only to see his eyes follow you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. “Can’t waste this. You’re gonna have to go again if you want it to take.” 

If possible, his jaw drops lower. “Yeah?” He asks, fire behind his eyes again at the mention of the kink you both very well know he has in abundance. “Want me to knock you up, sweetheart?” 

As if challenging him, you hold yourself there and grind him deep inside you. He arches, thighs fucking tense. “Do it,” you dare him, intentionally moving the way that usually drives him mad— hardly even lifting off, keeping him buried where he needs to be. 

“Fuck, I don't—” he tries, voice cracking. He opens again to speak and that’s when it hits him. Probably the hardest he’s had tonight, sudden and silent and devastating. You feel the intensity as he spills. It’s quick to leak, there’s so much of it. 

“So good, so perfect,” you tell him while he’s in the throes, gasping for air and making balled up fists with your hands somewhere in the middle. “Always knew you were as good at taking orders as you were giving them, right?” 

Still coming down from it, Krauser nods jerkily. You grin, not stopping this time and keeping with the pace you’ve been at. He chafes against you and it’s vaguely raw, but still wet enough to be good. You don’t let up until his eyes well with unshed tears. 

“You too fucked out? Want me to stop?” 

He falters, and you start to slow down. 

Then— the best thing— his hands find your waist again. “Oh, no, no— don’t— fuck.” 

Usually he has you like this, but it’s beyond attractive to see a man completely and utterly at your mercy. Especially the one you have always held desire for, and now get to love. A tear falls down to his chin. He cranes his neck up, exposing his throat. Like the predator you are, you take the opportunity to dive in and lick at the bite you’d left earlier. He sniffs, a whine leaving him like it’s been pulled from between his ribs. 

“Close,” he alerts you, voice soft in a way you’ve only recently discovered it could be. You’d been rapidly approaching too, but hold off for him. His entire body is shaking, suspended in the trenches of overstimulation. You delight in it, that he’s letting you have him like this. 

Knowing how best to unravel him, you take one of his hands from your side and hold it over your stomach, sure he can feel himself inside you. He bucks under you and moans at the sensation. You clench your teeth. “Tell me how it feels,” he says fast. 

“So full,” you reply, fighting against your orgasm. You’re right fucking there. Watching him, your legs and his cock are so wet with his cum and your fluids, it’s a mess. You’ll need to change the sheets later, but can already see him sleeping like the dead after this. 

His face screws up and you feel it— the last he’s got, weak and hot and so fucking deep it hurts. Your moans take on a crescendo as your own orgasm hits you, unrelenting and overwhelming. Probably your penance for testing his limits. Your arms shake and suddenly he’s holding you up despite his own body fighting the exertion. When you’re both through, you lift off. He sighs with relief and you curl into his side, taking in the slowing beats of his heart. He’s still breathing labored. You give a light laugh and he rolls his eyes. 

“You mad?” You tease, after he’s reached and turned the lamp at your bedside off. No, no cleaning will be done tonight.