WOLF WARRIOR

That night Melody went home and lay awake for hours, picking apart the interaction. The next day was business as usual, except maybe Melody was avoiding Leon. Sort of. She was still very much in denial of her apparent crush and wasn’t eager to make a fool of herself in front of him again.

"Hey, you alright?" Leon's finally able to ask. "If you're upset about last night, I'm sorry. Really, what can I do?"

❛   yeah were ...   ❜ she whispers: unable to truly come up with an argument against what he said. everyone knew they were more, she had known they were more and were once close to moving from simply dating, to forming a stronger future, one that had her with his name, his ring and their future laid out before them. dreams they'd discussed in the dark of night when it was just them. but she'd fucked it all, she'd burned it to ruins and now, had to shoulder the weight of her fuck up. the fire in her eyes, burns even as pain lashes against her very soul. pain she deserves to carry, and as she looked at him now. so guarded, so angry as he deserved to be. she wasn't so sure anymore if she wanted to continue pushing his buttons. to dig and dig till she got proof that he was indeed jealous. and hence why he'd dragged her out of there. but at the same time, getting that confirmation that he was jealous. felt like a knife twisting itself into her heart, adding to the lashings it had only gone through since she'd ran from the hospital. because fuck, she didn't deserve any of it. she didn't deserve anything from him anymore, just his anger. and why she shouldered it with silence, with avoidance. as it was her penance. ❛   protecting me ??   ❜ she utters, disbelief clouding her tone as she looks at him. emotions flickering across her face at breakneck speed as she works to make sense of his words. all of it open to his interpretation, now she'd lowered the walls she hid behind since they'd crashed back into each other's lives. ❛   protecting me ?? yet all i did was choose to escape your men so i can get drunk, and have a moment to myself whilst some random guy chats shit in my ear. telling me a name i didn't even listen too and was more focused on figuring out how i can get him to buy my every drink so i didn't have to !!   ❜ she realises almost instantly as the last syllable falls off her tongue, that her words do nothing to confirm or deny that she might have fucked the guy. and she quickly wonders if she wants too. if she wants to address it, to silence it as nothing more than it was. or let the jealousy she clearly sees stew within him. allowing her some silent confirmation that she had at least a part of him still. [ though if shes honest with herself, that scares her too. the weight of him still caring for her in some way, enough to crush her even further beneath her guilt at destroying them.  ]  ❛   you know ...   ❜ she starts, emotions, as well as the alcohol stealing her tongue for a moment. ❛   you know what i look like when i want to get laid. is that what you saw ??. because from where i was standing, all i saw was someone trying to drown out the memories and ghosts of what she walked away from. of drowning in disgust as i'm touched, given the last person who touched me, who fucked me, is stood before me yet so far out of reach. and hates me as much as he deserves too !!   ❜ her head shakes as she turns, putting space between them once more. as the weight of everything settles between them. fuck she was not drunk enough for this.

The whisper in reply didn't get by him, he easily heard it and he knew it was something she was getting in that moment. Sure it was something that was obvious to him, but did she not understand that until now? Did she really think he only saw her as someone to fuck after all this time even apart? That was never what she was to him, he thought he had made that clear to her with their talks into the night. With being together and the planning of the future. That hadn't been in his head, that had been real. Considering how easy it had been for her to leave, had it been real for her? That and so many other feelings and thoughts were running through his mind. The jealousy he felt of seeing that man touch her had been the driving factor of all of this and that was a feeling that wasn't going away either. Even if he wasn't showing it, even if he was using the guise of protection and the alcohol he had been downing and was going to continue to do so when he had the moment. If she saw he was jealous, he wouldn't admit it to her either. Hell, he would continue to use the protection excuse because it wasn't entirely a lie either and it felt like something he could get away with. Her reaction to it, however, was what he hadn't seen coming and maybe he should have. And yet he doesn't look away, he stands firm despite her reaction to show he meant what he said and wasn't taking it back despite how she responded. That had been his initial reaction, his initial plan, and he kept it all until she mentioned how she wouldn't remember his name the next day. It made the mafioso's jaw tense, a small glare briefly appearing in the process. It was what broke his eye contact with her, making him look away and towards the glass as he moves to refill it for the fourth time. He needed it after what he heard. Bringing the glass to his lips, he downs it all again and looks back to her and it seemed she wasn't done. Was he going to need a fifth glass? And it was what hit him like a wall of bricks as he realizes what her words meant. Gaze falls as she moves away, searching for something but finding nothing as he replays the words over in his head. Jaw tenses again, glass placed down as he decides to take a large swig straight from the bottle now. She hadn't been with anyone since she left him, a whole year without someone. He couldn't say the same but it had all been nameless. "Why?" He says, his voice louder than he expected it to be. "Why leave then? If you weren't allowing anyone else to be with you then why did you leave me that night?" His voice dripping with anger but this time hurt so easily slipping through his time. "Did you even think what that would do? Or why I would be so angry? And yet I can't help but still worry about you." He more so says that to himself, his head shaking. "Fuck me I guess, because I can't shake you."

bare (2015)

❛   hm yeah that i did !!   ❜ she shrugs: already knowing she wasn't going to lie, she hadn't been able too since early on in the relationship. when he'd figured out all her little ticks. that and well, she was that comfortable with him, that she didn't see the point in hiding things. that and she already hid enough secrets as it was, all from her past. head cants as she sits on his desk, once more fighting her amusement that was still bubbling in her chest. as her mind wonders whether or not her guard was about to double. to try and get her to behave. and to stop escaping on her own. ❛   well for one, i am pretty sure that the father in question. will potentially respond with a comment on how it's just siblings being siblings ....   ❜ she comments slowly. as though she too was in disbelief the words were slipping off her tongue. but this time it was the truth. [    well she says this time, in actual fact her and her brother fighting was a normal occurrence when she'd been a part of the family.  ]  ❛   it was my brother. we had a disagreement, and unfortunately for him i still know how to swing quicker than he does. all he knows is how to cry like a bitch when i've done it.   ❜ slipping off the desk, she settles on his lap. her knees either side of his hips as her tattooed fingers link with his. pierced lips pressing against his softly before she pulls away. ❛   i can call papa tomorrow and apologise for making his precious heir cry if you want me too ....   ❜ there was some irony in her calling her brother the precious heir. given at one point it had been her. which was why she was able to bargain her way out of the family. and why her brother's appearance here, didn't promise anything good.

Her confession didn't help as much as he wanted it to because in the end it showed reports were right like he had suspected. And it meant he would have to do exactly what he didn't want to with that family. He knew she wouldn't lie, that wasn't the problem, but he did need more details than what he had. Leon knew he didn't have to wait much for that to happen, not with how open she was with him even in moments like this. What he hadn't seen coming in all of this was the information she so happened to hint at. At least in the beginning, revealing a fight between siblings which only left him feeling confused more than anything. Though he was soon able to put it together before she came to the confession of who her own family was. And it could be seen on the expression of his face, the way it all hit him as she then went on to confirm the pieces of information he had begun to put together. "That was your brother?" He questions, watching her closely as she comes over and slides into his lap. Leon is unmoving, outside of his gaze following her, as he lets all of it register within himself. "That is your family....Why didn't you tell me that before?" He adds, it seems questions now only leaving his lips. Though it did explain, in the end, why she had been so okay with him being a head of a family. "This is all making sense...." He mumbles to himself. "But why didn't you tell me?"

❛   you are an absolute menace, ómorfos !!   ❜ she grins: there was no heat behind her words. only soft chuckles as she snuggles into his side. her feet curling under her as the heat of his skin seeps into her own. finally getting her release everything that had been pent up from the game. she knew the small tendrils of pain running along her spine wouldn't disappear till she'd slept. but everything else, was gone. for one who'd been against comfort, against needing someone. he'd broken down those walls with ease, and was now one of the very few, she was vulnerable with. no barriers, no excuses. just her content. ❛   hm true. i mean i don't help with the comments when my brain isn't working ....   ❜ she grins. a reference to how just last week she'd confirmed him shirtless was her favourite sight. a comment that had earned quite a few retweets, and her wishing her brain had been in gear. [ though it's not like she was lying about that one.  ]  ❛   please, one of the new theories is we've been hiding it for over a year, and also we apparently look like marriage material. whatever that means !!   ❜ she shrugs, a soft hum drifting from her at his words, as well as the kiss to her head, making her burrow closer like a goddamn cat hunting heat. ❛   i know, just long day ...   ❜ which wasn't a lie. between the game, it being an early anniversary in her booze free journey, and the firing squad. her brain was not her friend. tilting her head to look at him, she looks at him with a gaze full of love, a softness curling up the edge of her lips. ❛   i would prefer we tell 'em. the press is already ripping me apart, wondering if m'drinking again or not. so i deffo say us, but we need to have some fun with it ...   ❜ she grins full of mischief. because well, it was fitting for them.

Leon had no reason to think she was mad, her tone and the look on her face showed him that clearly. His arm wrapped tightly around her, keeping her at his side now that they were comfortable on the couch together with everything settling down. If anything he was happy to at least provide her comfort, a space to relax and let them just be. Leon could feel the tension leave her shoulders as his arm rested around her, feel her muscles relax, and he was more than happy to give that to her. And how he would continue to help her relax was making her talk about other things, keeping the mood light. "No...but I know that is because of me." He says in a slight admittance with an airy chuckle, his head soon turning to look at her and seeing that grin looking back at him. And he knew why, it wasn't just a hypothetical statement she was making. It had happened before and recently too and that had been highly amusing to the rapper. Plus it did bring about more theories and interesting tweets he liked to read about when he had free time. "They think that long??" He replies with slight shock. "I mean I suppose marriage material means we look good together?: He questions with a slight tilt of his head, it made sense to him. "Then you deserve to rest, you know?" He says softly, this time as the mood shifts just a bit. "Then we'll tell them. I don't want this to be added stress for you." His hand moves slowly up and down her arm in a soft gesture to soothe her for the evening. "We can figure out how we want to do it tomorrow? We don't have to plan that right now, I think you deserve to relax before we do more thinking." Though that grin had him thinking she maybe had a burst of energy at the idea. "But it will be fun, it will come from us."

elated   giggles   richochet   off   of   every   wall   ,   starlet   swept   up   into   ink   laden   forelimbs   as   the   news   registers   within   her   giddy   husband   .   ❝  well   not   if   you   squeeze   all   the   life   out   of   me   ,   ❞   chides   affectionately   ,   own   arms   slung   about   the   broad   of   his   neck   so   as   to   anchor   a   slew   of   reverent   kisses   .   seems   as   though   from   the   moment   sophia   could   speak   ,   she's   been   asking   for   a   younger   sibling   .   endearing   child's   talk   in   the   beginning   ,   until   the   couple   had   put   some   actual   thought   into   the   idea   .   in   the   end   they'd   agreed   to   give   it   a   passive   try   ,   allow   fate   to   decide   whether   their   daughter's   wish   would   be   granted   .   seems   the   universe   had   heard   her   tiny   prayers   ,   new   soul   growing   with   which   the   little   girl   can   bond   for   life   .   ❝  du   wirst   zwei   Kindern   das   autofahren   beibringen   müssen   ,   ❞   titters   happily   as   the   tips   of   her   toes   hit   the   ground   once   more   ,   pantomiming   a   steering   wheel   complete   with   the   sound   of   an   explosion   .   ❝  my   fingers   are   crossed   for   this   one   being   a   boy   ;   that   way   we'll   only   have   to   pay   for   one   wedding   .   ❞

This was the best news the couple could have received, his reaction to it all showcasing how he felt about it all as he held her close. Leon had almost forgotten not to squeeze her too tight in his excitement. A laugh leaves the German before slowly placing her down and loosing his grip around her but it only made it easier for him to continue to find her lips over and over. The wish of their first daughter was granted, though it was something both wanted in general. It was far too easy for the pair to try again for another baby. Not that it was something that concerned them if it happened or not, but Leon did find that he loved being a dad and he knew she loved being a mom. Part of the reason why this had been so easy to do. It hadn't taken long, it seemed, for the couple to wait and Leon couldn't help the wide smile on his lips. Her words made the rapper laugh once more, a shrug soon following as he knew that would be expensive as hell here but they had more than enough income between the two of them to make sure their children lived as they should. "Two drivers license but one wedding, either way not cheap but kids aren't." Another shrug follows as hand moves to her stomach. "I am glad we are going to give her a sibling, I mean I know she wanted one...but you know I did want more than one anyway." He looks back to her with a smile and kisses her lips again. "Suppose we should start looking for a bigger place?"

though   the   gods   have   allowed   her   to   share   in   the   curse   ,   to   shoulder   some   of   the   weight   of   eternity   in   hand   with   the   love   of   her   life   ,   there   are   parts   of   his   psyche   from   which   she   has   come   to   accept   that   she   cannot   remove   the   pain   .   she's   prepared   ,   of   course   ,   for   this   time   of   the   year   .   keeps   herself   well   rested   ,   napping   during   the   day   on   occasion   so   as   to   awaken   more   swiftly   at   night   ;   if   not   permitted   to   prevent   these   crippling   nightmares   for   him   outright   ,   knows   her   second   best   course   is   to   ease   recovery   from   the   vivid   memories   as   much   as   she   possibly   can   .   muscle   memory   by   now   ,   to   spring   up   in   bed   upon   first   the   thrashing   begins   .   to   throw   slender   digits   about   the   visage   of   the   trembling   german   ,   coax   him   verbally   back   to   the   present   rather   than   attempt   to   restrain   .   whispers   soothing   reassurances   throughout   the   encounter   ,   up   until   her   love   is   able   to   affirm   his   own   well   being   –   at   which   point   she   melts   gratefully   into   the   newly   regained   strength   of   his   embrace   .   ❝  everything's   okay   ,   baby   ,   ❞   hums   softly   ,   forelimbs   wrapping   about   broad   shoulders   as   a   palm   clasps   gently   the   rear   of   his   crown   .   ❝  you're   safe   .   we're   safe   .   take   some   deep   breaths   ,   it's   okay   .   ❞

Sure he couldn't hurt her, not physically, and he was thankful for that should the nightmares be any worse but it didn't free him from them. This time of year was always the worst, something she had learned by now. It didn't stop the guilt he felt from disturbing her peace every time it happened. What he was thankful for was her understanding, her ability to bring him back to the present when he needed it. Her touch and her soft voice were the grounding factors he needed more than anything. Without it, he wasn't sure he'd be able to break from his nightmares as quickly. His breathing slowed, his muscles relaxed from their tightened positions as he had been fighting while asleep. Everything calming down because of her and he couldn't help but hold her close to keep it that way. Burying himself in her as he did so, taking in another deep breath and the scent of her to help show this was real. "I know.....I know." He says quietly, trying to do as she said. He was doing it, deep breaths taken in and out until he felt himself calming even more with each passing moment. Enough for him to loosen his grip just slightly, nuzzling in just a bit further as a deep breath is released. "I'm sorry...." He mumbles, though he has said it every time and eh knew how she'd react but he couldn't help it. It was something Leon felt he needed to say each time. "I didn't mean to wake you....I just, they never go away..."

@d1rtyair

entire   scene   had   been   a   raucous   blur   ,   disgust   with   the   handsy   fan   hardly   given   a   chance   to   register   before   the   rapper   materializes   at   her   side   .   then   fists   are   flying   ,   &   security   is   tugging   her   backward   ,   &   a   sound   she's   never   heard   escapes   her   diaphragm   as   leon   beats   the   man   beyond   recognition   .   digits   curve   the   forelimb   of   her   body   guard   ,   first   for   safety   –   then   to   brace   as   she   pushes   off   toward   her   husband   .   ❝  leon   –   leon   ,   baby   ,   he's   down   !   hey   ,   look   at   me   !   ❞   saline   trails   carve   the   apples   of   her   cheeks   ,   thumbs   running   the   stubbled   line   of   his   jaw   as   she   guides   him   gingerly   upward   .   ❝  i'm   okay   ,   yeah   ,   i   promise   .   ❞   brims   cast   upward   ,   meet   passionately   with   those   of   her   love   ,   gratitude   &   admiration   tangible   within   the   gesture   until   forced   to   part   for   breath   .   ❝  let's   get   you   out   of   here   ,   can   we   do   that   ?   let's   go   get   you   cleaned   up   ,   then   we   can   have   someone   grab   us   some   food   &   just   relax   on   the   bus   ,   okay   ?   ❞

Leon wasn't one to stand idly by and let her be disrespected, that wasn't who he was. And so he saw red, his fist colliding with the face of the disrespectful fan. He hadn't been pulled from his anger until he felt her touch, heard his name leaving her lips over the yelling of the fan. Slowly he stopped, chest heaving up and down in deep breaths as he looked up slowly to find her looking at him. The tears were what he was trying to avoid and slowly he let go of the man's shirt and moved to take her into his arms, attempting to calm them both down after what had happened. That was when her lips met his, grounding them both enough for the moment to step a bit away as security came to pick up the other and drag him away. "Yeah...yeah that sounds good." He says once they part, finding her suggestion something that was desperately needed. Taking her hand, he walked with her closely back to the bus and walked her inside. Door shut behind before moving to the bathroom on board to begin washing the blood off of his knuckles and his own mouth from one of the fan's lucky shots. It was also where he paused a moment, letting himself take in more deep breaths to calm down further now that they were in the safety of their tour bus.

❛   είναι τόσο άδικο αυτή τη στιγμή ...   ❜ she growls softly: the greek coating her tongue, husky with not only her accent but also the desire she felt. as acrylic tipped nails, dig into the tattooed flesh of his wrist. as she fights to keep somewhat silent. her sounds contained to the space between them. for his ears only. as a whimper of need, breaks out steadily into the heated space between them. her free hand raising to tangle in the material of his shirt, griping it for a semblance of control. ❛   i take it ómorfos, i should definitely wear more sundresses ....   ❜ as oh she'd seen his reaction, upon seeing the white material against her tanned skin. the catalyst that had started the whole thing, and had her dripping wet from the moment his heated gaze had locked on hers. [   again a usual occurrence, it had been that way since that first night, seeing him on stage. not that she'd willingly admit that.  ]  his powerful form: standing much taller than hers, hides her from view. lips claiming her own, swallowing the sounds she makes. as her body arches further into his touch. a shuddered gasp falling from kiss bruised lips. his lips against her neck, unravelling her further, as he teased along her weakest spot. her neck. ❛  yes ....   ❜ words a heady and rich answer to his question. ❛   because i swear if you don't give me more, m'kicking your ass ....   ❜

But he wasn't done, lips trailed from her's down her jaw and to her neck. Her weak point he knew all too well by now. Even if he didn't know the Greek, he knew it was a good sign. That along with her nails digging into his skin, a sensation he always loved and showed him he was doing something right. "Yes you should." He mumbles against her skin, as if it wasn't obvious already with how he was reacting to her now. The dress had looked amazing on her, she knew that, and she knew what that would do to him. She didn't have to play dumb, even if it hadn't been intentional at first this was how it would always end up. But he was growing impatient and he knew she was too. It was why the question left his lips, wanting to hear her say it. And when she gives the answer he was looking for, with added flavor, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Shifting his position, fingers removed, he lifted them to his lips to lick them clean while his other hand moved to work at his belt. "You want me to fuck you here, right now?" He asks, belt now undone and unzipped as he frees himself without fully dropping his pants. Free hand begins to stroke hardened length, ready to take her here and now. And with confirmation given, that is exactly what he does. His other arm moving to help lift her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and make it easier for him to begin his movements.

That's the thought on his mind as he comes to, as he tried to comfort the other with a smile and a few words. Leon was alive after all and he was sure he'd be cleared to try again in a few days after the concussion wore off. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Leon says with a small wave, hoping to push away the worry. "A concussion maybe and some bruising but I've had worse." Which wasn't a lie, he's seen the bone of his hand before. Smile falls at the other's words, growing somewhat serious as he lets out a sigh. "We had it all tested, I don't do stuff like this without that. I promise. But sometimes, shit like that happens. It's part of the risk." He shrugs, though he winces just slightly. "But I'm fine. I'm still in one piece."

her smirk is slow in it's appearance, as her words settle in the air. showing that yeah her brain had figured out enough of what he meant, that she'd processed and understood it. before giving up. and before she chose to clearly tease him over it all. hey it couldn't be helped. still, she can't help but chuckle softly, at his words as she hums deep in her throat. ❛  seems like more than a fair deal to me !!   ❜ leaning up slowly, making sure to not jolt her back given she was still on the road to recovery. and didn't need him telling her off for pushing herself too far. lips pressing softly against the curve of his jaw, the one thing she could reach without straining too much. before shrugging lithe shoulders. ❛  not really, just drawing ....   ❜ she mutters, reaching over to grab the half finished drawing she was doing of nanook. ❛  it's how he looked the other day, when mama was trying to teach him to stop jumping all over her for his treats !!   ❜ her mind able to conjure the image easily, and her hands working overtime to put it on paper. hence she was already on day two and it wasn't finished. [   well that and she kept getting distracted by other things without her even trying.  ] 

That at least made him feel better, that in the end this was all understood. The main message being caught and he nodded rather sharply at the fact because he enjoyed that feeling that despite it all she still understood him. Though her next works make him wave his hand, making it seem like it wasn't true. It wasn't entirely thought of in a long time but he still stood by his words. But it was enough about him, attention shifts to her now that the two were standing in front of one another. The soft kiss to his jaw did help settle him down, making a soft smile pull at his lips as he looked down at her. Attention then shift to the drawing, making the smile grow. "You are so talented. You know that?" Not that he hasn't told her before and he would continue to do whenever an opportunity arose. "Always amazes me what you can do." He says moving now to sit beside her. "How long as this taken?"

That wink made her blush deepen, heart fluttering as she tried desperately to focus on her food. She was losing that battle, badly. “Yeah,” and her voice sounded a little off to her ears so she reached for her tea to take a sip of it. Clearing her throat she tried again, nodding. “Yeah… I hate sitting around,” which was true, but she also was trying to avoid being at her apartment with her abusive boyfriend. Maybe one day she’d find the courage to escape him.

Though expression shifts to a more furrowed brow at the sound of her voice, the way she answered and looked more or less unsure and slightly off now that the topic of conversation went elsewhere. A slow nod took place as his answer before he leaned in a bit more. "You alright? Everything okay?" The blond asked, a look of genuine concern on his features as he kept hazel optics locked on her. "Something you need help with? I mean I get not liking sitting around but....and I hope you don't mind me saying this, you seem a little spooked? Maybe that's the word?"

sliding off her seat, she goes to the cupboard which holds her meds. as well as the painkillers she keeps on hand, just in case her back gets too bad. reaching in she grabs the small bottle containing the tablets her mom swore by for headaches and hangovers, and that payne herself had used on multiple occasions the morning after, when she'd been drinking. padding back she sets it next to leon's cup, grinning in pure amusement up at him. as sure she was managing to contain her laughter, but there was no hiding it from her hazel hues. no it shined there like the brightest beacon. ❛  in m'defense baby, you told me to have fun. i did. and plus how, was i even supposed to know the number would land ....   ❜ she had no defence. she knew it, and it's why soft chuckles finally break free from her pierced lips. as she settles back in her chair, the stolen hoodie from the night before riding her thighs, as she reaches for her coffee. [   mostly as she wanted to use the cup as a barrier to hide her smile. that was only growing.  ]  a soft snort: flutters along her features, left hand now tapping against the cup, causing a soft clink from her ring. ❛  kinda expected you to change it in all honestly. moment i watched you hit the deck !!   ❜ and she nearly died laughing. but that was a whole other thing.

Still, he watches her as she moves, brows furrowing further as he attempts to try and put together just what she was doing. He keeps hazel gaze narrowed slightly in curiosity and to fight the light of the morning. It wasn't until she placed the pills next to his cup that he started to understand. Without hesitation, the rapper took the pills in his hand and placed them in his mouth to be chased by water. He could only hope they would kick in soon enough. "You can laugh, I get it. You didn't think that would happen and now I gotta fix it." He says with another small glare as he sees the light in her eyes and the barely hidden smile that comes with her chuckle. "Yeah, yeah." He says with a wave of his hand as he started to move to begin making himself a cup of coffee to also help combat the headache and wake him up from the haze of a morning hangover. "You can't blame me from the shock of seeing it actually land, okay?" He says looking over his shoulder for a brief moment. "But yeah, money will be sent instead. I am not getting into a sauna with Nic and two strangers and it just being the four of us." He turns back around with cup in hand, a long sip soon following before eyes shut to take in the feeling of the coffee entering his system. "And I don't think you can blame me, despite it being your idea. Crazy lady."

soft   laughter   scores   the   affectionate   embrace   ,   starlet   secure   in   her   perch   for   several   long   moments   before   hopping   down   with   a   kittenish   grin   .   ❝  i   loved   watching   the   process   ,   ❞   answers   truthfully   ,   dentition   sinking   into   the   swell   of   a   plush   lower   lip   .   always   a   privilege   to   see   her   love   in   action   ,   comfortably   in   his   element   creating   art   for   the   world   to   see   &   hear   .   ❝  i   just   wish   the   process   didn't   take   so   long   when   you   look   so   good   .   .   .   ❞   petite   digits   entwine   with   ink   laden   counterparts   –   always   a   perfect   fit   –   as   she   falls   into   step   beside   the   rapper   en   route   to   the   car   .   soft   kiss   ghosting   the   curve   of   his   bicep   ,   before   parting   to   slip   gracefully   into   the   passenger   side   .   ❝  okay   ,   so   where   does   this   shoot   rank   ?   ❞   queries   playfully   ,   elbow   resting   upon   the   center   console   as   a   closed   fist   supports   her   chin   .   hazel   hues   follow   the   german   down   into   the   driver's   seat   ,   curious   expression   cast   his   way   as   she   awaits   his   thoughts   .   ❝  did   you   love   it   as   much   as   all   of   your   crazy   ones   ?   ❞

That was the reaction he liked to see, her smile brightening his day whenever he got to see it. Slowly he helps let her down once she had gotten her fill of being in his arms, besides they had to get home at some point and that was now. "I could tell." Leon answers with a growing grin. "I like having you watch, though I can't say the same for the team." A chuckle leaves him and that was something he felt was obvious, not that he cared. Something that was rather obvious by his expression as he takes her hand in his. "I know, but hey if it is suppose to look good then it has to take some time." He says with a shrug while walking to his car. Always able to have a smile on his lips around her, it doesn't fade as he feels her lips against his bicep before the two have to slip into their respective sides of his car. Key is inserted into the ignition, letting the engine roar to life as she gives her question. A chuckle leaves him, knowing it was a good one and it makes him think with a brief furrow of his brow for a moment as he starts to back up and then drive off. "That is a really tough question." Leon starts to say. "I mean I like all my videos....but I don't know if it will top hanging from the cliff, standing near a volcano, or even standing on a plane. Those were just all amazing views."

It's not exactly real trust, but the agreement between them is enough to make this old dog pull of plenty of new tricks. Gotta earn his keep somehow.

"I see what you're doing." Leon answers after he thought on it for a moment. "Not that I like you being a target, it does help. I'll have one of my newer men shadow you, keep you alive if he needs to." There was on way he'd budge on that. "But in the meantime, I will be finding my target and it won''t take long now."