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Amiri rolled his eyes when Leah refused to play the game, smirking nonetheless as his lips hovered at her neck. “Don’t make empty threats.” He teased, pulling back from the blonde and getting off the pool table, now standing a decent foot taller than her. “What do you want for a drink? I’ll go buy it.” Amiri offered, thumbing through his wallet for some cash. “Give you a minute for your legs to recover.” He winked, wandering off towards the bar.

“Rum and diet coke,” Leah responded while she tried to wipe the grin from her lips, failing entirely when he winked and walked away. Just being around him made her so happy, it always had, and that got much harder to hide from him and everyone around when he did things like that. Too charming for his own good, Leah thought to herself as she wandered over to get a pool cue before returning to lean against the table where he had been before. Bag placed on the floor after she put coins in to free up the balls which came clattering down, hands finally free to chalk up the end of the stick as she waited for his return.

“You’re insane, no one was checking out this mug.” Amiri teased, feeling Leah’s hands continue to hold him tightly. When she kissed him again, he was a bit surprised, though welcomed the affection. Amiri pulled back slightly, turning Leah around so her back was pressed into his chest. “Who said I want to be nice?” Amiri whispered, leaning to press his lips at her neck, his movements subtle as he displayed little bits of affection without overwhelming Leah in public. “Tell me how work was… I love listening to you pretend to not be turned on.” 

  The smile Leah though she was holding in quite nicely found itself a home on her face, retiring there as she lost the battle against his little movements. Every crack exposed at once with things she found so endearing in him that would’ve kept her away from anyone else. Putty in his hand and unable to avoid it. It didn’t stop her wishing she wasn’t, because moments like this were almost too much. An audible inhale giving her away as his lips pressed against her neck. Unsure if she could even pretend, but she tried for a fleeting moment. “Work was long and hard,” She laced with obvious innuendo, “There was-- No, nope.” Playfully, making no attempt to actually move away, Leah shook her head. “You’re the worst, Hamad. This needs to stop right now unless you’re aiming for this pool table seeing something other than a game. Dude, haven’t even offered me a drink and my legs are already trembling, it’s just cruel.”

Amiri grinned as Leah pressed at his chest, creating the distance between them. “I like blondes.” He mused, his fingers coming up to gently play with a strand of Leah’s blonde hair. Amiri leaned in close as hands wrapped at his neck, lips hovering over Leah’s ever so slightly. “There’s not a single woman who makes you look like a foot… if anything, you’re the hottest one in this bar… did you not see literally everyone check you out when you walked in?” Amiri questioned, steal a small peck from her lips. “I’m pretty lucky.”

Amiri’s flirtatious nature never got old to Leah, it drew her in and twisted her around his finger. “How could they be checking me out when they were looking at you?” She flipped the compliment back to him. His were the only opinions she’d truly trusted for a long time, but self deprecating jabs at herself had been a part of her attitude for a long time. She could laugh at it just before he set her straight on how he saw her. “You’re lucky that you’re just good-looking enough for nice to look good on you,” She laughed quietly between them. Buzzed and blushing, Leah fought through the hesitation and sarcastic mood she was in to take another kiss in a room full of strangers. Not letting that fear of open affection she had been trying to balance stop her from tasting the lips she’d been thinking about all day. His peck hadn’t cut it.

Amiri’s eyes fell on the door when he heard it open, feeling an undeniable pull towards the blonde as she walked inside the bar. It was amazing how everyone else’s eyes either were on him or her, but their eyes were on each other. Amiri was the attractive man that women lusted over at the bar, while Leah always attracted the wandering eyes of men and women. “I’m a friendly person.” He mused when she spoke, smiling at the other woman as Leah managed to wiggle her way in between them. “Yeah, you are late.” Amiri shrugged, his hands wrapping at her waist, pulling her closer to him as he leaned again the pool table. “You can make up for it later.” He whispered at her ear, placing a light kiss at the skin below it, his eyes locking with other woman who was still here. She evidently took the hint and walked away, leaving the two alone. “You scared her away… maybe I was trying to find us a threesome partner?” Amiri teased, pulling back from the embrace and meeting her gaze. 

It was too perfect for Leah not to spare a mocking eye-roll as he pulled her in, allowing herself to press the slightest weight against his leaning body. “That’s what I just--” She tried to interject in banter, but Amiri’s soft voice by her ear seemed to completely wipe any thought that was forming from her mind. A smile barely tugging at her lips while she tried to force herself not to wonder about his whispering. Hand resting against his chest as she pulled back to peer at him, closer to her eye level than usual thanks to his perch on the green felted table. Leah made a useless glance over her shoulder to confirm the stranger had left, unable to spot her or really spare another thought to her. Her head angled but towards him with the same almost smile lingering on her face while she let the sarcasm run free. “Oh, I am so sorry. My bad. You, like, you know I’m more into brunettes, right?” Leahs hands rested on the back of his neck, finger tracing the hairline gently and lips pursed in feigned thought while she looked over his face. “You getting bored with my late ass, huh? Least you could do is pick someone that doesn’t make me look like a foot.”

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Amiri leaned against the pool table of the bar, talking some girl who’d struck up a conversation with him about different type of beers. “Yeah, I’m not very much into IPAs…” He nodded, glancing over his shoulder, looking for a particular blonde. Leah was supposed to join him almost an hour ago after she finished up at work, yet she wasn’t here. Amiri glanced back over at the girl, who asked if he wanted another drink. He declined, busying himself on his phone as he texted Leah, asking if she was on her way. 

Half an hour to change out of her work clothes had turned into much longer after being offered to split a couple joints in the back alley with the other person on shift. Leah was always late regardless if there was a reason, but particularly when things like that came up. It wasn’t until she pulled her phone out to show her co-worker a video that she realised the time. She arrived just as her phone buzzed in her bag, hands too comfortable in the pockets of her jeans to read it while she looked around for Amiri. He was hard to miss and usually Leah could follow the eyes of other girls, or guys, gazes to find him. “Making friends?” She teased on approach, ever-so-slightly bloodshot eyes on the stranger making eyes at him. First thought on how much nicer the other looked brushed away when she picked up on the disinterest on Amiri’s face. “I’m so fuckin’ late, I know. Please don’t be mad,” Leah offered as an apology, wedging her way unsteadily between him and the other while peering up expectantly. 

Amiri let Leah pull him up into the kiss, his hand still for a moment out of distraction. He smiled at her words, kissing her deeply. “Much better.” He hummed, resuming his fingers movement as he pressed them hard in between her legs. Amiri was being driven by the little nosies that escaped Leah’s lips, his eyes on hers as he curved his fingers against what he assumed was near her g-spot. “Are you close?” He whispered, knowing that she was because he could feel her start to pulsate around his fingers. 

She was killing him… looking so perfect like this as his member aching for some attention. But Amiri knew he needed to restrain himself because Leah was not ready to take that step in an emotional and physical connection. Frankly, he should have been lucky enough that she was willing to let him touch her right now. Amiri’s lips came up to Leah’s ear, biting at it roughly as he sped up his fingers. “I’m yours.” He hummed to her, not wanting her to fear him leaving her because he would never. Amiri loved her with all of his being and Leah would have to leave him in order to lose him. 

The time painfully ached on, slowly feeling more in her element. A tight lipped nod and hungry eyes, sure he could feel her legs shaking. Leah didn’t need to be quiet, judging by how bloodshot their eyes had been they probably weren’t going to remember anything at all about anything, but she wanted that for herself. Saving the muttered cursing, silken moans and pitchy whimpers for the moments the really had her trembling. His finger curving inside her tore her from that restraint. Sigh of a “fuck,” passing through her lips and needy hands pressing nails into Amiri’s back. Heavy breathing like an exclamation point to her thirst, a thirst which Amiri was quenching like he was slowly dripping water into her parched mouth. 

Her thoughts were consumed with him. If not for the lingering hesitation about what the real act would mean for him and the hurt she didn’t want to have the capacity to inflict, Leah already would’ve sunk her teeth into the possibility of having more than just his fingers playing her as skillfully as an instrument. Leah’s animal instincts were demanding it of her. That’s what these desires were for her, habits. They were practiced skills that held no more and no less than satisfaction. For a moment she even contemplated it, escalating the the next step on the checklist. Until his mouth pushed words into her ear that only confirmed these were moments of significance. It terrified her. In that second she wanted to crawl out of her skin and shelter him from the damage Leah had already inflicted on him in the future she foresaw.

The connection of those two small words and his quickening rhythm thrusting her into dealing with something as hadn’t anticipated. The headspin of a rush coming on so fast, before she had time to push the thoughts she was having about her being his too. A first time for the feelings she was so trained to hide and the moment of bliss she sought from strangers coinciding. Nothing was scary to her then, clinging to him for steadiness as he rocked her through the motions. Shaking and forceful moaning barely stifled by a bitten bed sheet. Coming not out of selfishness for the first time she could remember, but so he would know by the wetness soaking his fingers that he’d done that. 

Amiri could have sworn that Leah was trying to take the life from him through his lips, pressing his hips down against hers as she held him close. She moaned his name, letting his tongue passionately tangle with hers as he kissed her. Amiri reached to pull the blankets up over them, before letting one of his hands sneak down along her side, brushing along her inner thigh. “Is this what you were imagining?” He cooed, his lips moving to kiss at the top of her breasts as his fingers slowly trailed through her folds.

He continued to let his tongue circle at her nipple, letting out a breathless chuckle as he pressed a single digit inside of Leah. “You want me teasing?” Amiri hummed, his movements slow and precise, his thumb circling at her clit as he continued to pump his finger inside of her. “Do you want more?” He couldn’t help the dirty talk, it came so natural to him as he slipped a second digit in between Leah’s sinful legs.  

A little further away from her teasing mind, Leah smiled mindlessly as he touched her. Making no secret of how satisfying it was to finally have him be the one making her feel this way. Tiny gasp from parted lips when he pushed inside of her, Amiri’s finger filling her more than two of her own could. It instantly had her even more aroused that she anticipated, rocking back against his motions with shallow breaths and needing every ounce of strength she had to let him tease her like this instead of demanding a quick release. His first question answered with a low whine, eyes locked on his. Leah wanting to make sure he could see how torturously good he was making her feel.

Amiri hadn’t been someone Leah pictured like this, confident in every word he spoke and each movement showing he knew exactly what he was doing. A better match for her on that level than she’d anticipated, but really the underestimation had more to do with the time she’d spent denying herself the liberties of lusting after him. “I want-” She couldn’t finish her answer, a sigh turning into a chuckle while her eyes flutter shut and head pressed back into the pillow as he added another. A sensation she wanted to savour.  “Fuck,” she groaned quietly, parted lips tugging up at the corners and fingertips pressing hard into Amiris back until she couldn’t bare to feel his lips on her skin and his skillful movements all at once. 

Grip placed under his chin to pull his face level with hers and kissing him like he was a cold drink of water after she’d spent days in the desert. Needy for it. “This is much better than doing it myself,” she spoke playfully, enjoying his touch more with each second. Aching for more. A huge difference to her previous encounters of this kind -- clumsy, drunken guys who had no clue what they were doing only being offered feigned moans of pleasure. The smile peeking onto her lips, broken giggling and shortness of breath a real representation of her pleasure, a product of his attentiveness. 

Amiri leaned into Leah’s soft touches, kissing her slowly before letting out a shaky breath while her thumb brush along his lower lip. Her whisper sent chills down his back, knowing that the intimate kisses they’d shared was nothing compared to what they were about to do. “Okay.” Amiri whispered, nodding in agreement to what she was proposing. He glanced over her shoulder at the door, keeping his grasp on her tight as he stood up and carried her towards the door so he could lock it. “You never know…” Amiri admitted, laughing lightly as he walked back over to the bed, placing Leah down on it before climbing over her. 

He rested on his knees at where her legs were, tugging the dress down her fingers and slipping it from her legs. Amiri dropped it to the side, his heart pounding against his chest as he took in her naked body below him. He leaned down, starting to trail kisses over her torso as his hands roamed over her curves. Amiri worked slowly, trailing his kisses up her chest before pressing sweet kisses to her lips. He chuckled gently, unable to contain his giddiness. “You’re everything…” Amiri hummed, biting at her lower lip playfully.

Every moment she was learning. New things about her best friend, how much easier it was to catch herself thinking trite thoughts about him than she’d ever thought possible and that his touch wasn’t something to be afraid of. Being with him in a new way without guarding all of herself. People left her or she pushed them away, that was her normal. In truth, part of her thought he would change his mind. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. It was hard to concentrate on burying those feelings when he lifted her, only to lay her back down. The whole movement reminiscent of the night after Whitney’s. No booze to blame this time.

Amiri felt as her hands touched along his neck, holding him close. His hands moved to rub along Leah’s sides, feeling the material of her dress under his fingertips. Amiri loved every inch of Leah, even if he was too scared to let the words cross his lips. She was his and that made him the happiest in the world. “If you’re going to keep touching yourself on the phone… you definitely are going to put me in an early grave.” Amiri mused, his hands slipping down to her backside as he pressed her closer into his chest. 

Her lips ghosted over his ears, moaning softly as her fingers teased at the bottom of his shirt. “Y-Yes.” Amiri hummed, one of his hands coming up to the zipper on the back of Leah’s dress. He hesitantly took the zipper between his fingers, tugging it down gently. “I think about taking your clothes off… pressing you down into the blankets… and hearing my name on your lips.” Amiri admitted, feeling himself start to become very aroused from having Leah close. “I don’t want you to touch yourself… when I could be doing it for you.” He whispered, his hands coming up to slowly start tugging the dress from her shoulders, soon realizing she lacked undergarments. 

Amiri had gone over a moment like this in his head a few times, plus it definitely wasn’t his first rodeo. However, the lurking fact that her parents were downstairs played in his mind. They would never come up and intrude, but it still made him feel a bit…. hesitant. If they were at his apartment, Amiri would be more comfortable… but clearly that wasn’t how the game unfolded. “What do you want, Leah?” He asked sweetly, wanting to know exactly what the blonde craved from him because he’d satisfy her anyway he could. 

Her dress was there one moment and gone the next, sinking in that this was happening as he unzipped and peeled it from her frame. It was really happening. The whole act of putting it on feeling worth it now just for the sensation it filled her with. Leah wasn't insecure about her body, but she wondered what he was thinking about seeing her like this. Did he like what he saw? It had her nervous enough to pull closer to him. “That’s generous,” she joked sweetly, leaning her head down closer to his and pressing her forehead against Amiri’s.

“One down then, two to go?” She played, putting a pause on answering his question while she tugged his shirt up from the back and over his head. Hands tracing down his chest and forehead returned to his, sure he could feel the unsteadiness of her breath on his lips. It was taking a lot for her to be open about the honest desires she had rather than pulling something from her dirty talk catalogue. Still, it was far easier admitting desires than feelings. She couldn’t say that she wanted to kiss him because it would feel too real, nor could she act like she wasn’t going to freak out at the idea of moving too fast by throwing herself in the deep end with blatant words. 

Amiri kept huffing, nodding at Leah’s answer as he rested his hands on his hips and tried to open his airway. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, despite the fact that Leah had just came to comfort him while he was standing. “No, no… I don’t need a drink.” Amiri waved off the offer, finally taking the moment to actually look at Leah. “Nice dress.” He chuckled, reaching to place his hands on her hips and pull her close to him. Amiri wondered if this was what she was wearing the whole time, or just what she’d put on the last second. 

“You’re the devil.” Amiri whispered, pulling her down to rest her knees on either side of his hips on the bed. He leaned his lips up close to Leah’s, smiling brightly as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her jaw. “And you’re literally trying to kill me… I don’t answer the phone when I’m jacking off.” Amiri protested, pressing another light kiss to the side of her jaw. 

Just as Amiri guided, Leah tucked her legs up on either side of him. Arms hanging over his shoulders as she adjusted to this closeness. In fact, Leah was feeling a little awkward now under the pressure. A first for her when you consider this practically being a booty call from her side. Shy face tilting as he kissed her jaw. “If I’m the devil, I’m definitely not trying to kill you,” She moved her hands to the sides of his neck, brushing slowly over his shoulders and too his arms like she was taking in his frame, Picking up to a level of false sexuality that came more naturally while than accepting the warmth she felt in her chest when she looked at him. “Maybe filling your mind with sin is my goal. I don’t think the devil is as good with their mouth.”

Her words were teasing, but they felt hesitant in her mouth -- sounding that way too at initially. Almost like she was putting it on, which was something she was very used to doing. A chuckle in against his cheek and an embarrassed laugh pulling her back from the nightclub bathroom hookup talk to actually being there, straddling her best friend with only his pants between them. The same shaky hands she’d had the last time they’d been there together gripping his upper arms for steadiness. “Really? You haven’t? Well, um, I guess you’ve been missing out on the fun,” Promptly, Leah pressed a soft kiss against Amiri’s temple. Another first. 

You. 

Amiri nearly lost the feeling in his legs as he began to sprint down the sidewalk. He heard her asking him whether he was running, but after that he just hung up the phone. Amiri didn’t have time to be distracted by her voice or keeping the object to his ear. He needed his arms in order to run faster. He nearly slipped on the sidewalk as he turned down the street of her parents’ apartment building. Amiri took two steps at a time as he reached the door, knocking hard on the wood.

However, when Leah’s father opened the door, Amiri stood up straight. “Hello, sir.” He was always so polite, but her father never paid much attention to whoever came by the house anyways. He simply moved out of the way and let Amiri in, who gave a small wave to Leah’s mother before hurrying up the stairs to Leah’s room. Her parents were doping up downstairs, not an unusual sight for Amiri to witness, but he tried his best to not judge. 

Amiri nearly whipped open the door to Leah’s room, though he found himself frozen in the doorway, huffing and puffing as he clutched his iPhone in his hand. “H-Hey…” He panted, stumbling over the word as he realized just how fast he ran here. Amiri stepped into the room, closing the door behind him before bending over as his hands rested on his knees, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Jesus… why’d I go… to the gym… today….” He huffed, standing back up again and stretching out his legs. “I’ve never sprinted a mile so fast in my life…” 

The line went dead and Leah realized after a few seconds that she had been waiting for a response from no one. Her cheeks aching as she stared down at her phone. Not once in her life had Leah beamed a smile so carefree than she was now, knowing that her admission affected him so much that he had to stop talking. Where she would usually see possibility for that to mean rejection, she saw only recognition. 

The blonde sipped her water, unexpected clattering from a dropped something catching her attention. She’d thought she’d been home alone. Taking the few steps to the lounge, Leah began saying the first words she’d spoken to her parents in a month. “Amiri’s coming over, don’t get paranoid and shit,” She explained in a monotone, face having immediately fallen flat at the sight of what her parents were doing. Not in shock, but frustration that they’d been down there this whole time and hadn’t come to give her the money for bills yet.