Missing [ST]

Sixty Eight

A/N: Just a word of warning, no sex actually happens in this, but it does in the next chapter because it's 69 and it would have been rude not to.

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"Before I forget because I'm fucking you, I'm cooking dinner for us tonight."

For the first time since they had tumbled through the front door, Leah was no longer kissing her boyfriend. And because of the change of pace, she detangled her fingers from Steven's wet hair.

"That's ages away," she said, masking a shiver caused by a couple of droplets dripping down her back. If she wasn't so distracted feeling the thumping heart under her right palm because it rested on Steven's chest, she might have let the uncomfortable cold get to her.

"Because..." He pulled her closer, brushing his mouth on her neck, "I'm not going to be done with you for a very...long...time."

With his voice dipping to a low rumble by the end, Leah slipped her fingers down, underneath the front of the waistband of his boxers to try and reinstate a sliver of space between them.

She was rising on her tiptoes to fight against the pressure of his constrained cock, perfectly placed as it were, but what she actually did was give him more room. Her knuckles grazed against the short bristles of hair, touched his dick more often than not, and Steven approved from the deep inhales against her skin and the constant kisses he pressed across her collarbones.

Leah slumped back against the wall, and the moan that twisted in her throat from the pleasure she had failed to find a stop too, was something she hated having no control over.

"Steven-"

Thumb on her chin, he reclaimed her mouth lazily to stop her from talking. In fact, if Leah hadn't figured out the rush for sex and caught his wrist bumping against her hip to stop any further freedom, he would probably be having her there and then.

She was aching for him, but she had to get rid of the lake water that painted her skin sticky, and address the forgotten protection.

"You see before that, I need to shower so you need to-" She gently pushed his tummy, and ignored looking down at all costs. "Yep, and now I can grab my stuff."

With a forced smile, Leah escaped the confused, blinking eyes, and the tempting hanging lip that had definitely marked her neck. She adjusted her bra strap where a portion of clingy hair had been caught under, but her escape was halted, and she was pushed into the staircase.

Steven trapped her against it with taut arms, hands slamming to grab the wooden spindles either side of her head, but the pain of two posts digging between her shoulder blades just disappeared.

"Oh, no no no. You're not leaving me like this."

The kiss was so enticing, and Leah was back to feeling all the way down his ribs before pulling his hips so he was flush against her. Sighing into his mouth, she thought about giving in for one round because it would certainly make her feel better, but she couldn't consent to the hooking thumbs trying to rid her underwear.

"Steven." Leah clutched his wrists, desperation coating his name. "Please, I'm sure you can think of something to pass the time."

She tried expressing how much she really did want a shower, and that the sex would be a lot more enjoyable if he could wait.

Steven breathed in, held his jaw tight, and then stepped back. His frustration was muted in a groan.

"Thank you." Leah adjusted herself, finally able to grab the stiff leather loops of her bag.