#baby i know places we won't be found || leonardo & anya

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There's a brief moment of confusion that flashes through Leo's eyes. Anya's touch along his chest, her breathy words. He can't remember the last time someone looked at him like that. He doesn't remember the last time he felt desired or how good it felt to feel that way. This young woman was igniting a fire inside of him that had died long ago. Showing how much that simple sentence meant to him with the soft stroke of fingers against her cheek. He may be being a little rough with her right now but that didn't mean the man didn't have a loving side.

Leo can't help the soft chuckle at Anya's desperate cry, how her hips lift to try and meet his fingers more. How she promises to be good and that's all he needs to hear. Scooping her up as soon as the words are out of her mouth, Leo quickly carries her up the stairs to his bedroom. A place still showing signs that another woman lives here and yet the man's wife is far from his mind. He's far from hers too so he feels zero remorse for what is happening. For gracefully laying Anya down against his mattress, gazing down at her for a beat before he starts stripping away her clothes. Needing to know how soft her skin truly is. She's bare before him for a heartbeat of a moment before he's dropping down to his knees, rough calloused hands pressing her legs open for him so he can get to what he's been thinking about all night since he saw her dancing in the bar.

'You are so fucking beautiful Anya,' He murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss along the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her core. 'Be good and hold still for me,' Probably an impossible request but he wanted to see how badly she wanted to please him, wasting no more time as he finally dipped between her thighs with an eager tongue.

The smirk appearing on his lips tells her almost all she needs to know about how her night is about to go. Anya knows he has every intent to make her feel things she's never felt before. She can't help but imagine how pretty he'll look between her legs. It takes every ounce of self control to not drop to her knees right there and take him in her mouth. Her touch is soft and gentle despite her own thoughts and his touch making her head spin. It's stark comparison to the hand on her hip. It isn't harsh or rough, but she knows that tonight she belongs to him. As he kisses her back, her hips press firmly against him in quiet desperation.

Anya's giddy as he drags her through the street. "Oh, thank god," she mumbles after realising how short of a walk it was to his front door. Her body is thrown against the door. There's hardly a moment to react before Leo's body is firm against hers. he taste of his drink still lingers on his tongue. Anya clings to him desperately as if he might slip away at any moment. Her hands work on the buttons of his shirt before giving up and popping it open. "God, look at you." She was supposed to go home to her empty house, her cat and red wine, but this, this was far better. A moan is pulled from her lips at the sensation of his teeth against the delicate skin of her throat. "I'll be a good girl," she whines, eyes falling shut as her neck leans back as he continues. Anya hardly noticed his hand moving down her abdomen. "Leo!" she cries as fingertips ghost over where she needs him the most. Hips press up into his hand. His words sound distant and far away, and she hardly hears him. Teeth in her skin bring her back. Leaving his mark on her skin leaves her craving even more. "Take me upstairs. Might need a little more room."

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Leo shouldn't love the look in her eyes. The way she looks almost surprised by his actions. But the give away his how blown out her pupils are. She's enjoying this. And the way her lips part instantly brings him to attention. Wondering how they would feel wrapped around him. Christ he needs to get her back to his place and fast. There's an almost sinister smirk playing on his lips as Anya dares him to prove it to her. Which only fuels Leo's urge to take her for a proper spin. To make her see stars and scream his name. So he will. He's instantly mesmerized by how tender is she is. Momentarily taken aback by the way her hand feels against his cheek, the way her thumb brushes long his lips and briefly he wants to be just as tender. But there is too much lust pumping through his veins right now to think of being soft with her. She is practically begging him to take her home and strip her down. 'As you wish.' He doesn't waste anymore time. The older man kisses her back in kind right there in the middle of the sidewalk, the effect she is having on him obvious now with them pressed so close.

Pulling her firmer against his chest for a just a second longer before he's nearly dragging her the rest of the way back to his home. Thanking whatever higher power there was that it wasn't too much further away. Fumble with his keys, he pulls Anya through the front door, spinning her and using their weight to shut it with a slam. Pressing her roughly against the hard surfacing his lips are back on hers, devouring her exactly the way he was thinking about as they sat sipping their drinks. Certainly not the way he envisioned his night going but he certainly can't fucking complain now. 'You're going to be a good girl for me aren't you Anya,' He purred to her when he pulls away for a breath. Lips ghosting along the curve of her throat, nipping at the flushed skin as one hand slides along her abdomen, inching further down before slipping inside the front of her jeans. No use going slow. She clearly wants this as desperately as he does and he wants to feel her skin against his. Hear every little sound he can get out of her. 'Tell me what you want, baby. I want to give you exactly what you want.' Fingers dance along the fabric of her panties, the only thing keeping him from touching what he wants so desperately. 'I could fuck you right here against my door, or I can take you upstairs.' Teeth sink into flesh a bit harder as if to prove a point. 'Your choice.'

Anya gazed up at him with dark eyes. She realised just how much he towered over her from this angle. Suddenly, the flustered feeling she had while sober was back. There's no one here to see them. No risk. A gasp leaves her lips as he swiftly pulls her against him. A hand rested on her chest. "I am absolutely sure." Her voice is quiet despite no one being around to hear her. Everything but my name. Cheeks are flushed and her lips part just barely at his words. She knew it wouldn't be long before she was on her knees and begging for his touch.

She's already puddy in his hands as he's close enough to kiss her but won't. Her other hand moved down his chest and lifted it so her fingers can finally get just a little taste of how he feels. "Prove it to me," she challenges. No one has left her feeling such a level of desperation. Love was something Anya had searched for her entire life, and she'd a piece of her heart to everyone she dated. One night stands were never something she did, but she had never needed someone so bad in her life.

It's far too late to convince herself how horrible of an idea this is. Not when he's saying those things in her ear and his body is pressed so firmly to hers. "I know what I'm saying. I want you," she says slowly, hand reaching to cup his cheek, "to take me home, take off my clothes, and make me forget everything but your name." Her thumb drags over his bottom lip. "I'm thinking far too many things to stay waiting too long." Her voice was low. She couldn't resist any longer. Propped up on her toes, she tilted her head up to let her lips crash against his."

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The moment the young woman hopped off the bar stool, Leo was settling his tab, scribbling a signature and following out of the bar behind her. Her friends long forgotten. To bar patron's it really did look like he was simply being a gentleman and walking her home, or to her car. Which ever they wanted to tell themselves. The chill of the night hitting them both and he gladly bends his arm so she can loop her own through it. They walk along until his brows furrow when Anya stops in the middle of the sidewalk. Suddenly feeling like he certainly had read the room wrong in there.

'I need you to be absolute sure you know what you're saying Anya,' He replied back as casually as possible, voice husky yet soft at the same time. Memories of her half flustered state at his meeting with her a month or so back came in. Flushed cheeks that he wanted to see that way for an entirely different reason. 'Because if I take you back to my home?' With no one around the out on this street it's far too east for the older man to slink his arm around her waist, tug her against his chest and practically tower over her petite frame. 'I'm going to make you forget everything but my name.' Voicing dipping even lower, he could kiss her with how close he is to her right now. But leaving her dangling is the spark he's needed ignited in his system for a long time.

For a few years now Leo has been slowly drained of motivation, of any bit of joy that didn't involve his children. And right now with this young woman he's feeling it all come rushing back. It's a terrible fucking idea. Involving himself with not only his son's teacher but someone a good handful of years younger than him. He'd catch hell in so many ways if anyone ever saw it. Not only from his wife but from half the town. He could lose business over it. But right now he didn't care. His only thoughts were getting Anya back to his place, locking the door and seeing where the night would go. 'So as long as you can tell me right now, that you know what you're saying, I'll take you home.' He's a man yes, he was thinking not with the head on his shoulders but he at least had the decency to make sure she was sober enough to agree. The decency would end there though, far too many images running through his head to maintain it.

"Never had a doubt you wouldn't." The teasing tone to his voice sent her heart rate back through the roof. A shiver ran down her spine. There was no denying how handsome he was, and Anya remembered being a stuttering mess at their first meeting at school. How her cheeks had stained red and her ears were hot. It was supposed to be a harmless crush, but she never prepared to even think about being alone with him.

"Good. I plan to be," she retorted. Her cheeks regained that familiar hot feeling at the term of endearment now hanging in the air between them. His hand was meeting hers now. She nearly shuddered at such a simple touch. Her palm opened up, feeling his fingers against her own. Anya couldn't begin to explain the way he pulled her in. She was like a helpless animal stuck in a trap, but she'd stay there if it meant finding out just how he felt pressed against her.

She nodded, maybe too quickly, before hopping off her barstool. Anya takes one last glance back at her friends before stepping into the cold night air. Her arm looped around his. Maybe he really did just mean to walk her home, but why did he rush out of there before they could finish their drinks? She walked along him in silence for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his body next to her as she searched for something to say. Anya paused in the street. A desperate gaze meets his under the street lights. "Leo, I want you to take me home." She paused. "With you."

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'I don't think anyone has ever called me fun.' He said with a chuckle, taking his new drink from the bartender and sliding him his credit card to close out his tab. Making it clear that their time here at the bar would soon be over. Jesus what is he thinking? Buying this girl a drink, offering to take her home? When does chivalry cross a line? 'I'll keep you safe, don't you worry.' The slight tease was supposed to sound just like that. A tease. Yet there was something in Leo's tone that gave away a deeper meaning. Sure he barely knows the girl but he can't deny his attraction to her. Forbidden as fuck but he can't help himself.

Holding his glass up with a smile, Leo clinked it softly against her own, watching Anya's every move like a predator stalking prey. And while the man in him certainly wanted to devour her in every sense of the word, his gaze was also trying to gain some sort of inside look to Anya's own thoughts. Was he reading the room all wrong? But if he was then why did she reach for him again only to stop? And why-- did she just say that? One eyebrowed raised in curiosity before his gaze became all knowing. 'I think you're going to be trouble for me too, sweetheart.' The endearment slipping so easily from loose lips thanks to some alcohol.

His hand going out to meet her hand half way, pinky finger brushing against her palm. They were in a crowded bar. Anyone could be here, watching, listening but damn it all if those few words didn't just solidify that Anya felt this pull towards him just as he felt it towards her. 'You ready?' He asked, even though they both still had half full drink glasses. He wanted out of here. Cool air would sober the both of them up enough to see if this was simply just a buzz induced feeling.

Anya knew better than to continue this conversation. She should get up, walk back to her friends, but her feet refuse to move her from this spot. He's almost as intoxicating as the drink before her, and she's desperate to learn more about him. "I'm positive. Besides, I've got a feeling you're a little more fun," she teased, winking at him. The loud gossip and dancing was never something she enjoyed, but she loved her friends so she sucked it up. Leo was almost a savior for her in this moment. "One drink."

As her hand drew back to her lap, she resisted the urge to reach out for him again. The warmth of his skin, even momentarily, still clung to her fingertip. Her gaze fixed to his as she gauged a reaction to her touch. One drink might hurt, but Anya didn't care. The bartender setting her drink down gave her an excuse to look away. She took her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to bring her heart rate back down. "I did too. I can't say no to an escort."

She held her glass up to him in a toast. "Thanks for letting me crash your party--and for the drink." Anya winked before bringing the glass to her lips. "Leo," she began, resting her drink between them. Her hand stretched between them, but her conscious held her back from actually touching him. It was the parent of one of her students. Her stomach shouldn't be doing backflips, and her mind shouldn't be wondering to how his lips might feel on her skin. "You are going to be trouble for me." And she didn't care one bit.

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'I do too.' He shouldn't encourage her calling him anything other than Mr. Vazquez but maybe he's had enough to drink at this point for his judgement to be skewed. Clearly, especially since he can't keep his eyes off of the young woman now. Blame the alcohol, or blame the last few years of loneliness. Either way it's wrong. 'Well if you're sure. Can't hurt to have a little company then.' Offering her a smile along with the okay to sit with him settled him back down. Unsure why he felt so nervous.

Until she reached out to swipe at his cheek, claiming a stray eyelash was the cause. He sucked in a quiet breath as it happened, rooted to the spot on his barstool. Warm hues still staring right at her, almost through her at this point. God she was beautiful. But far too young for him. Far too young period Leo, she's off limits. Teacher, she's your son's teacher. 'One drink,' He finally said when his voice came back to himself, breaking eye contact with Anya to flag down the bartender again. 'Another round for me and her please. My tab.' Gaze going back to her.

'And then what do you say to both of us getting out of here. I can walk you home. Seeing as how I walked here anyway.' Perks of living in a cozy neighborhood where everything was close together. Only downside to that was that everyone knew everything about you. Which was why Leo was getting eyes on him every now and then. Sure he had a well off business in town too but everyone knew what his wife was doing behind his back. Hell HE knew what she was doing and there was nothing to even be done on the matter except let it.

"Leo. I like that better than Mr. Vasquez." Anya would typically run the other direction at the sight of parent nearby, but Leo had peaked her interest since day one. It was easy to hide it when her glass was filled with water instead of a pink drink poured with a heavy hand. Her eyes followed his to her friends as they giggled and danced around each other. "Oh, they do. One of the few people that can get me off my couch on a Friday night."

"I'm okay here. As long as you are okay with me here." She sipped her drink. Anya was okay with sitting at the bar instead of dancing. Her friends were always more outgoing, and Anya usually sat at the table while they danced. She usually searched the room for people to see, and made up her own stories about them for fun. "My friends are okay without me. Look at them."

His eyes moving over her frame didn't go unnoticed. Anya's eyebrows raised at him as she smirked. It was inappropriate, but she didn't care. No one had looked at her like that in a long time, and she knew she was in trouble. A hand reached out, her thumb just barely brushing over his cheek. "Eyelash," she said. "One drink, Leo. We're at a bar, not a meeting. One drink never hurt anything."