#leo grande x reader

[stray-kaz]

A Very Grande Christmas 🎄 : a Leo Grande x reader drabble

Snow was falling rapidly outside, landing in gentle drifts and piles all the way down the street. You rolled over under your heaped blankets and cracked open your eyes to glimpse white flakes being tossed around just beyond the gap in the curtains. You glanced over at the baby monitor sitting on your bedside table, plugged into the wall. The screen was black and silent.

In a panic, you threw the covers back and sprinted in your socks down the short hallway to the small bedroom occupied by your eight month old son. You burst through the door and relief and something else filled you at the sight of the familiar man holding him, two curly heads bent together.

Leo looked up at you in the doorway and smiled, taking in your ruffled bedhead, mismatched socks and well worn flannel pyjamas.

“Merry Christmas, baby” he murmured. “I found your spare key and Connor was crying. I didn’t want to wake you, so I sorted him out. He’s fine.”

You said nothing as you went to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your head into his chest and smiling at Connor.

“Merry Christmas, Leo” you mumbled. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

He shrugged and adjusted Connor so that he could wind a free arm around you.

“Miss his first Christmas? Nope. I’m here for it. You wanna go for a walk while it’s still pretty?”

You nodded and ran back to your bedroom to get dressed, buttoning up the warmest coat you kept in your wardrobe. You fixed your untidy hair and brushed your teeth before returning to Connor’s room, to find Leo already bundling him into his warmest clothes and tugging a soft woollen cap down over his ears.

Leo held Connor as you stepped out into the wintry London street, snowy fractals still billowing down from the sky. Connor reached out with both tiny mitten hands to catch them, squealing in disappointment as they spun just out of his reach. You grinned over his head at Leo, who smiled back at you with the world in his eyes.

He wondered when would be the right time to tell you that he was considering handing over the day-to-day running of his company to someone else. He would still have one hand on the reins, but would no longer work in the field. He wanted you and Connor and the small but bright life he could have with you and his son.

Would it be a good Christmas gift or draw fear in your eyes?

“Leo?”

He paused, looked down at you. You had one hand on his arm and were watching him with curious concern.

“Are you all right?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“You went quiet” you pointed out.

He cleared his throat and blinked hard. Well, no time like the present, he supposed.

“I think that I’m going to step back from the business” he said quietly, slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on you.

You said nothing, and he continued, anxiety beginning to run through him like ice water.

“I have enough income to do it and I would still be making money. I just wouldn’t be in it anymore.”

He sighed quietly.

“I miss Connor when I’m not able to be around. I miss you. I want you both in my life permanently. I don’t want to be the absent father. I want to be his da, and do it proper. And I want...I want to be yours.”

You still hadn’t said anything. Leo anxiously murmured your name on a question mark, but before he could get the last syllable out, you jumped up on your tiptoes and kissed him. Your cold lips melted against his and he found himself smiling. When you stopped kissing him, he was still smiling, and so were you. Connor was glancing between the two of you, looking baffled.

“Well?” Leo prompted you. “Was that a yes, please do it?”

You nodded and threw your arms up in the air, spinning once on the spot, snow dotting your beanie and fading on the arms of your coat. You beamed up at the lowering sky while Leo looked on, grinning and shaking his head at your antics.

“Merry Christmas to me!” you called to the street, finally stopping to look at him again.

He nodded, his starry green eyes warm as they rested on your face.

“Merry Christmas to you, baby.”

Tagging: @fineanddandy​ @slippinginto-theairwaves

[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : seven + epilogue

18 and up, y’all.

Sunday morning, you were slow to get up, slow to get ready and slow to eat breakfast, scooting the bacon and eggs around on your plate until they had turned cold and virtually inedible. When you left the dining room, your luggage was already waiting for you, Leo’s leaning up against it. It all looked small and inconsequential, even though it had been witness to some of the more memorable memories of your lifetime thus far.

Leo carried most of it to the waiting car, bearing the brunt on his shoulders, much wider than yours were, physically and psychologically. Looking back at you sitting on the porch steps, he saw how lost and sad you were, compared to the semi hopeful girl you were when you arrived, hand in hand with him. He remembered his first day with you and wished he could rewind the time and do it over again with you, just to get the details right and make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Hey, baby.”

You looked up at the sound of his gentle voice and smiled sadly.

“Hello.”

“So sad, beautiful girl.”

You shrugged and let him help you up off the step and down onto the drive. He slung his arm over your shoulders, tucking you into his side.

“Hey!”

You stiffened against him and he glanced over his shoulder, frowning when he saw Millie pacing quickly towards him, her eyes like two bullets trained on your back.

“You didn’t say goodbye” she accused, reaching out to pull at your shoulder. “You said goodbye to everyone else but not me. Why is that? Why do you look like a kicked puppy this morning? Did the king of sex break up with you or something? Look at me!”

You spun, fists clenched, but Leo got there first. Eyes hard as jade, voice lowered, he got right in her face, his body crowding hers. You watched him, awestruck and gratified.

“Millicent” Leo growled, dragging out every hated syllable. “Drop it. Let it go. She doesn’t want to look at you, okay? With any luck, she’ll never see you again. Goodbye. It wasn’t nice to meet you.”

She stared up at him, eyes wide and gulping like a goldfish. Without another word, he turned on his heel and took you to the car, making quick note of the fact it was the same one from the club night. He held the door open for you and then climbed in after you, slamming the door shut.

“Thank you for what you said” you said quietly.

Buckling his seatbelt, he glanced over at you with a faint smile.

“You’re welcome. It might have been a bit much, I admit, but -”

You shook your head, cutting him off.

“It wasn’t” you assured him. “I’ll be quite happy never having to see her again.”

He nodded and you shuffled over to lean your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as the engine growled to life and Reginald drove away, leaving the holiday home in a cloud of dust.

Leo was prepared for the flight home, now knowing your fear of flying, and was holding your hand the second your seatbelt was secure. You kept your eyes closed until the plane was in the air and all you could see was white and blue.

“I’m sorry your stories about your sister were true” Leo told you, pressing a kiss into your hair. “I’m sorry she doesn’t love you the way you should be loved.”

You nodded against his shoulder.

“Does anybody love anyone how they should be loved?”

Leo fell silent, thinking about that. It occurred to him that you were probably right and that maybe you were a little bit wise, and even braver than he was for admitting it. Maybe there was a little bit of Gryffindor in you, too.

To your surprise, Leo followed you into the same cab when you left the airport.

“Aren’t you going home now?” you asked, puzzled. “You have no more obligation to me anymore, the weekend is ov-”

He kissed you to shut you up, pressing you back against the car door.

“I’m following you home” he murmured against your mouth. “On the house. This is all for me. And all for you.”

Half an hour later, you were crashing through your bedroom door and falling onto your bed, unmade from the last time you slept in it days ago, comfortable and familiar, silver and white. Leo’s hands were up your shirt, but he didn’t bother undressing you this time, instead just pulled your underwear down, along with his shorts and underwear, and tipped you over onto your hands and knees to face the headboard, skirt still on.

You arched over and dug your hands into your pillow, shaking as he entered you, the stretch as sweet and earth shattering as you remembered from the previous two times it had happened. Leo pushed the hem of your skirt up and out of the way so he could see what he was doing, his grasp on your hips tightening as his snapped against you, making your thighs tremble and your breath hitch, your eyes closing against the pleasure.

You cried out on his name so many times over and over, the letters blurred together into a mess. He tapped the same blackout spot again and again, until your mouth opened on a silent scream and he held you up against him until he came with a whisper of your name and collapsed with you in a jumble of limbs and too many clothes.

And then when he was sure you were okay and breathing normally again, in the heavy afterglow, he told you about his life, the real one that had morphed into this new, shiny cover story he didn’t let anyone see behind. You held his hands as he told you about his mother, what she had seen, and how she had forced him out of his home and named him dead. And he told you his real name.

As the light started to change out the window, Leo dressed and walked to the door, shouldering his backpack and gripping the handle of his suitcase. One hand on the doorknob, he turned to look back and blew you a kiss.

“Goodbye, baby” he said quietly, peacefully.

And then he opened the door and closed it. Gone.

Epilogue : 4 months later

You had never felt more anxious in your life. You paced in front of the door to your flat, wondering for the fiftieth time if you were making a mistake.

You had booked Leo again, but had given no indication what for. Nevertheless, when he knocked, you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you opened the door and let him in. He kissed your cheek and closed the door.

“It’s nice to see you again” he told you, smiling. “I wasn’t sure I would. You’re just as beautiful as I remember.”

“So are you” you replied, and facepalmed yourself as Leo laughed.

He put his backpack down, crouched and started to unzip it, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder and he looked up expectantly, hesitating.

“I didn’t book you for sex” you said quietly.

Leo stood up and looked down at you.

“So why am I here?” he asked, puzzled.

You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt, turning side on so he could see the swell at your belly.

“Wha-?”

He stepped back and stared, starry eyes wide.

“How...how far along?”

“Four months” you said shyly. “I wasn’t sure if I should tell you, but then I realised you deserved to know.”

You could almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes and you were about to tell him not to worry, you’d be fine on your own, when he took a step closer and held out his hands.

“May I?” he asked.

“Of course. Go ahead, Leo.”

You nodded and he placed his hands tentatively on either side of your bump. An expression of surprise came onto his face and you waited, watchful.

“It’s so hard and so soft at the same time” he said, awed, as he traced your skin with his fingertips.

You giggled a little and covered his hands with yours.

“It’s a boy” you said softly, and fixed your gaze on his.

Leo stared again, not sure what to say.

“I would like to name him Connor, if that’s all right with you” you said slowly, your voice steady. “That name deserves a fresh start.”

With trembling hands, Leo cupped your face and brought his lips to yours, tender, pouring out, grateful.

“I would like that” he murmured against your mouth. “Thank you.”

“But I need you to know you don’t have to stick around. I can do this.”

He shook his head, his nose rubbing against yours.

“He’s my son. He’s my responsibility.”

“But you don’t -”

Leo kissed you again then, stealing your breath and your words.

“We will figure it out, baby” he told you, grinning. “My job’s a little unusual, but we’ll make it work. So...your place or mine?”

Tagging: @fineanddandy​ @slippinginto-theairwaves

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read to the end! This story fulfilled itself in ways I didn’t expect, and the ending? You can thank Daryl McCormack in The Randomer for it. I am a sucker for a man with a baby. Keep your eyes peeled for a Christmas themed Leo x reader oneshot, featuring baby Connor.

[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : six

18 and up, y’all.

Inside the big house, it was dark, and you were grateful for the shadows that threatened to swallow you whole, the only light reflecting from Leo’s green eyes, as you were pressed up against a wall, one knee between yours, his hips slotting perfectly against yours. You felt riven, torn in two, one half wanting nothing more than to be right here with Leo Grande forever, and the other half desperate to leave this place and never come back.

“What are you thinking?”

His voice dropped into your ear, surprising you out of your thoughts. He nudged your nose with his when you didn’t immediately respond, and in return you clung to the front of his white shirt, his jacket now open to either side. You tugged the shirt out of his pants and pressed your hands onto the smooth planes and ridges of his stomach. He inhaled a quick breath but wasn’t to be deterred, gently bumping your slightly open mouth with his.

“Eh?” he prompted.

You sighed.

“Thinking about here with you, thinking about going home, my life. It’s harder now” you admitted quietly to him.

Leo nodded against you, his breath fanning over your lips.

“Because of me?” he murmured.

“Because of you” you nodded.

Leo hesitated, chewing on his bottom lip before speaking again.

“Are you sorry?” he asked you, intent on your face, now just visible in the dark.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you regret hiring me?”

The air swept out of you in surprise as you shook your head vehemently, sliding your hands up his body to cup his face.

“Never” you said firmly, and kissed him openly.

You fumbled your way along the corridor with him, loath to stop touching his skin, so warm under your palms. He grunted when his back slammed into your bedroom door, and his free hand grappled with the doorknob to finally get it open, allowing you to stumble inside and flick on the light, momentarily blinding the both of you.

You didn’t waste time, though, carefully pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top, straddling his waist, your dress riding up to the tops of your thighs. His hands found their way there immediately, sliding up the smooth skin to find their grip.

“You’re beautiful here” he said breathlessly, squeezing. “Everywhere. You’re beautiful everywhere.”

You leaned down and dusted his face with kisses, finally reaching his mouth with a soft moan from both of you, his palms skating up and down your thighs. You knew that this was where you would typically admit you loved him, but you couldn’t say that here, so instead you licked your way inside his mouth and tamped the feelings down even as the fire stoked.

And then Leo had his hands on your arms and was gently pushing you back. You looked at him, confused.

“Stand up” he said, and swung his feet to the floor beside the bed.

You followed his instruction and watched with wide eyes as he knelt in front of you, head bowed, as he slowly, gently, loosened the straps on your heels and eased them off each foot, his fingertips sliding smoothly down your ankles and sending shivers up from your toes to your shoulders. He gazed up at you, his eyes brimful of desire and something else.

Leo slid his hands up your legs as he stood, moving to stand behind you and finding the hidden zipper at the top of the dress. You held your breath as he dragged it slowly down, taking as long as he could so he could watch as the fine expanse of your back was gradually revealed to his eyes. He murmured something in Gaelic and you turned your head to look up at him.

“What does that mean?” you whispered.

He shook his head and dipped to whisper kisses over the tops of your shoulders and back of your neck, the chain and clasp of your necklace cool against his fevered lips.

“Never you mind” he said softly, and bit down into your left shoulder, making you cry out; he soothed the sting with his tongue and you pressed back into him; he was hard already, swelling against you.

Then the dress was gone, cascading to the floor in a waterfall of silver as Leo finally released the zip and all tension was gone, leaving you almost bare before him, the only material still covering you the seamless underwear bought to match the dress. Biting your lip, you pivoted to face him.

“You are wearing too many clothes” you told him, and he gave you a smile as you lifted your hands to push his jacket off his shoulders and then start freeing his shirt buttons.

Inch after inch of flawless caramel skin met your watchful gaze as you slowly stripped him, his stomach muscles shifting under your touch as he breathed in and out, itching to touch you again. He kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks as you eventually reached the button and zipper on his trousers, gentle with your motions.

Every little thing you did spoke to him of a beauty in love he had never known, told him a truth you wouldn’t say out loud.

You pushed his trousers off his hips and he stepped out of them, underwear now the only thing keeping him from you once more. He reached out for you and crushed you to him, your breasts pressed against his chest, hearts hammering out of time. He mussed your hair, dragging his fingers through it, gripping the back of your neck, his lips on your forehead.

“What is it that you want?” he mumbled into your skin. “Do you want me to make love to you?”

You nodded and pressed your forehead into his shoulder, eyes down, watching as his free hand splayed out over your stomach and soothed over your sensitive skin as his fingers inched down further and further, until they were dipping below the top of your underwear. Instinctively, you widened your stance and his palm roughed over your lit bundle of nerves before he swiped a finger through you, testing, before plunging it right in, your knees and breath shuddering.

Leo let go of your neck and shifted that hand to your breasts, taking turns with each, rolling and pinching the peaks until you were shifting back and forth against him, moaning and gasping, his first finger joined by a second long digit, waves of ecstasy rolling through you until you couldn’t see straight, didn’t know which way was up or down.

When your wetness coated his fingers, Leo pulled them free and guided you to the bed on shaky legs. You lay on your back, your underwear sticking to you, chest heaving. His glowing eyes on you, Leo dragged the fabric down your legs and off your feet, dropping them onto the carpet. He then worked his underwear down over his hips and legs, unashamedly baring himself for you.

“I want you” you said quietly, needy. “Please,Leo.”

I’m in love with you.

He rustled around for a pillow and adjusted it underneath you, angling your hips upward. The air got stuck in your throat as he slipped inside you, no barriers, no resistance, plunging right into the most delicate heart of you; your eyes rolling, you almost blacked out.

When you returned to the present, Leo was grinning at you like the Cheshire cat.

“Good?”

You nodded frantically and he withdrew a little and pushed back in, hitting the exact same place. An unearthly sound left your lips and you reached around him to grab, dig your fingernails in, encourage, urge, insist. The sensation was so intense, it was close to painful, but if he ever stopped, you thought you would likely die. It was like experiencing every feeling in the world rolled into one, and it surged through you like a crack of lightning every time.

Leo felt you grip him, on the inside and the outside, your gaze inward, burning, your locket bouncing on your chest with each of his powerful thrusts. He knew he was bottoming out as deeply as he could reach, bringing you close to that golden high with each rock of his hips. You focused on him suddenly, and he could see that you were close to tears, that it was all just a little too much, too good, too wild.

He felt you clench hard around him, your wetness sucking him back in. He held his breath as you writhed below him, hips flush together, as close as you could get to him.

“I -” you started, but he shook his head and lowered his mouth to yours, swallowing two little words neither of you could bear to hear.

He kissed you deeply, open mouthed, in time with his thrusts, and moments later, his hands pressed bruises into your flesh as he came hard, stars whirling behind his eyelids, warmth flooding through you both. He collapsed hard to the side, rolling you with him to curl up against his chest, sweat adhering you together.

Leo brought up a trembling hand to smooth the damp hair off your forehead, the gesture tender and unbearably sweet.

“Hey” he murmured. “Are you all right? I feel like that was a lot for you.”

You nodded yes to both things and he tilted your chin up to kiss you, his lips warm and undemanding.

“Do you want a shower?”

You nodded again and he helped you to the bathroom, switched on the water and waited for it to heat up. He held you under the spray, his hands softly tracing lines up and down your back. You leaned on him, cheek to his chest, letting his touch and the water rain over you. Warm tears joined the shower water, streaking salty down your face and blending in against Leo’s skin. He knew by your quiet hiccups that you were indeed crying, but he said nothing.

When the water began to cool, he fetched your towel and dried you, taking special care between your legs, your hands on his shoulders for balance.

Leo dried himself and then dressed you for bed, helped you under the covers and curled up naked behind you, his arm pillowing your head, his free hand stroking your hair, until your eyes became too heavy to keep them open and you succumbed to the soft bed and sleep.

Tagging: @fineanddandy​ @slippinginto-theairwaves

[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : five

18 and up, y’all.

On the morning of your brother’s wedding, you woke up half on top of Leo, your head on his chest and one leg thrown across his hips. He stirred underneath you and lifted one hand to the back of your head, stroking your hair.

“Mornin’, baby” he murmured, pushing himself up to kiss your forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

You mumbled incoherently and nuzzled into his chest, keeping your eyes closed. He laughed and pulled you up fully on top of him, settling you over his half hard morning arousal. You forced your eyes open and glowered sleepily down at him.

“You tryin’ to kill me, Grande?” you muttered, tired hormones rushing in.

He bit his lip as you started to slowly rock on him, your movements unhurried  and languid.

“Can I touch you this time?” he asked, his voice thick and low from sleep.

You nodded and he settled his hands on your hips, brushing up under the material of your sleep shirt, his thumbs smoothing over the front of your underwear.

You were dying to tell him that you were certain he had ruined you for any other man, but you didn’t want to erase the pleasure in his eyes or the slightly slack jawed way he was looking up at you as his hands pressed heavily into your warm skin, the flesh beneath pliant to his touch. So you just leaned into him, working your hips much slower than you had the night before, feeling the ache build as you pressed your hands down against his chest.

“You know something?” Leo panted, his gaze travelling down the length of your body to the space between your legs he was straining towards.

“What?” you asked, tingles spreading out through your lower body.

“I wanted to take you last night, in the back of the car. I would’ve done anything. I would do...anything for you.”

You stared down at him and worry began to cloud his eyes; he wondered if he had taken it too far, had said too much, said the wrong thing. But then you closed the gap between you and banished the fear from his mind, his eyes closing as you whimpered into his mouth, fingers flexing on his chest.

I want you, I want you, I want you.

You hadn’t realised you’d said the words out loud until Leo groaned and his grip on your hips became bruising, but you didn’t care. You could feel the burning heat inside you coalescing into warm dampness between your thighs, forming a damp patch in your underwear. Glancing down, you saw there was a matching one on Leo’s. You leaned down to reach his mouth again.

“Please” you whispered, desperation lacing the single word. “Can I?”

“Yeah” he breathed. “Please.”

You didn’t need telling twice. You ripped the sleep shirt over your head and toppled sideways onto your back to shimmy out of your underwear, Leo’s eyes fixed on you, on your bare breasts and then on the curls at the apex of your thighs, a stark contrast to the rest of your smooth skin. Then his gaze snapped to your face, to the driving want in your eyes, as you knelt up and dragged his underwear down his legs and off over his feet.

He reached for you as you eased into position, feeling the tip of him just barely nudge against your entrance. He smoothed his fingertips over your stomach and flattened his palms against the gentle curve, pressing you back slightly.

“Do you need anything?” he asked, suddenly anxious. “Should I -”

You cut him off, your whole body trembling with barely repressed desire.

“Your c*ck. Now.”

Leo’s eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, strong hands shaking on your hips, as you sank down onto him in one smooth move. Your lips parted at the sweet intrusion and you automatically clenched around him, pulling a stuttered sound from the back of his throat. You leaned back a little so you could see what was happening, but then Leo dragged you down onto his chest, thrusting sharply up, his arms cradling you against his body. You moaned, pressing your face into his neck.

You had already known that he was well endowed, but now you were truly feeling every inch of just how much, and you shuddered with pleasure, sensation licking through you.

Leo felt you rock and quake, electric heat pouring along his limbs, melding him to you until he hardly knew where he ended and you began.

Outside your bedroom door, Millie stood in the hallway, uncertain. She had come with the intention of dragging you out of bed to help with her hair and nails for the wedding, but now... Now she could hear telltale moans and gasps, and the faint impacts of body on body. She hesitated for one more moment, then turned and slowly walked away, disappointed, the sounds of yours and Leo’s mixed pleasure echoing in her ears.

You were not chasing anything except mutual enjoyment, your movements slowing over Leo so you could feel every drag of him inside you, breathy pants falling from your lips onto his skin, your eyes closing as you rubbed your nose over his collarbone. You kissed love into his skin.

Leo felt it, felt the whispered promises you breathed onto him, tried not to hear them as badly as he wanted to. He was yours for the weekend, but he’d be someone else’s next weekend. But now, oh now, he was all yours, settled deep as he’d ever been but wanting to be even closer, even deeper, lost in your very bones.

You closed around him again and felt him swell and twitch, heard the shaky gasp escape his mouth as he tried to hold back, tried to keep going, for you.

You pulled back a bit, just enough so you could see his face, his eyes startlingly green in the morning light that filtered through the gap in the curtains. You kissed the corner of his mouth and he chased your lips, his tongue flicking out.

“It’s okay, Leo” you said softly, kissing him back again. “You can let go. Don’t wait for me.”

He shook his head, jaw set dangerously tight, his eyes focused on your face as the continued pleasure was written all over you. You leaned down to his ear and felt him tense beneath you, anticipating your next words.

“Be selfish for once” you whispered.

A wild moan tore free from deep in his chest, his eyes slightly panicked, as he spilled into you, hot and fast, and you smiled at him, kissing a soft line from his earlobe to the corner of his left eye. He panted heavily, his hands now stroking gently, shakily, up and down your spine.

“I think I was selfish last night, too” he whispered, still catching his breath.

You shook your head, your forehead brushing his, sweat gleaming on his caramel skin.

“No” you said. “You weren’t. I took and then gave back. That wasn’t you being selfish, Leo.”

He paused before nodding, and you slowly eased off him, flopping onto your back. Your hand found his and squeezed, threading your fingers together.

“What time is the wedding?” he asked quietly, turning his head to look at you.

“Three. Reception to follow, and dancing, of course.”

You eyed him, lips quirked.

“But not dirty dancing” you murmured.

Leo smiled lazily at you.

“We’ll see about that, baby.”

Dressing for the actual wedding was a separate affair. Leo changed clothes in your bedroom, while you dressed with Abigail and the other women in a separate wing of the house. Looking out the windows, you could see the set up finishing outside, the beautiful wedding arch wrapped with flowers of all kinds. The seats were lined up in uniform rows, black and white in order, as instructed.

You smoothed down the front of your cocktail dress, strapless and dark silver, shimmering in the afternoon light and almost shocking against your skin. You couldn’t help wondering what Leo would be wearing.

The sound of your name being called dragged you back to the present, and you turned your head to see Abigail smiling fondly at you.

“Thinking about your man?” she asked.

You flushed and nodded.

“You’ll see him soon. I’m ready, is everyone else?” Abigail asked the room.

A chorus of yeses came in response and she gestured for you to head out.

“The bride is allowed to be late” she told you, and winked. “The guests aren’t.”

You gave her a grateful grin and hastened out as quickly as your heels would allow.

Leo was waiting by the front door, rocking back and forth anxiously on his heels, but he stopped when he saw you, his eyes widening. His gaze trailed down you, pausing briefly on the subtle swell of your breasts underneath the dress, before continuing on over your hips and down your legs to the sparkling shoes giving you extra height. He held out his hand and you grasped it, drinking in the sight before you.

He wore a tailored black coat, black dress trousers, shined loafers and the snowiest white shirt you had ever seen, topped with a perfectly straight black bow tie.

“Wow, 007″ you murmured, running your free hand lightly down his shirtfront. “You clean up nicely.”

He scoffed and squeezed your hand.

“So do you” he replied, leaning in to kiss your temple. “You look amazing.”

You reached up to straighten your necklace, pulling it free so it swung against your dress instead of underneath it, and his gaze lowered once more to your cleavage. You smile and stretched up to kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger longer than was necessary as Millie sauntered past, enough spray in her hair to set the grass on fire. Leo coughed exaggeratedly and you bit back a laugh, covering your mouth with your free hand as Millie’s shoulders stiffened but she kept walking.

You smacked Leo’s chest lightly, but in return, he gently gripped the back of your neck and kissed you, setting you alight as the tip of his tongue touched yours. He released your neck, kissed you more chastely, then helped you down the stairs and over to the seating arrangement at the back of the house.

His hand was warm in yours and the thought did cross your mind, unbidden, that you might very well like to hold his hand for the rest of your days, but you pushed it away and squeezed his hand instead, grounding yourself to the reality of him.

You sat with your family on the groom’s side of the aisle, and when Abigail glided down to stand with your brother, you watched their faces while Leo watched yours, the rapture you felt being at a wedding evident in your eyes and smile. It almost matched the emotion in your eyes when he was buried inside you that morning. Almost.

The wedding went off without a hitch and as day wore on into evening, hired floating lanterns were lit up, bathing the dance floor and the guest tables in a warm summery glow. You were sitting sideways on Leo’s lap as you finished your slice of wedding cake. You put the plate and fork down on the pristine tablecloth and he smirked at you slightly, eyebrows raised.

“What?” you asked. “Do I have icing on my face?”

He nodded and you sighed, reaching for a napkin, but he gently grabbed your wrist and set your hand back in your lap. He lifted his own hand and slowly dragged his thumb along your lower lip to the corner of your mouth, then pulled it away and sucked clean the chocolate icing from the tip. He glanced at you, saw the pure want darkening your eyes, and grinned.

“You want to dance with me?” he asked cheekily.

“Sure, if it’s the horizontal tango” you retorted, and he laughed loudly.

“Come on, baby” he said. “We can do that later. For now, slow dance with me.”

You nodded and slid off his lap, tugging your dress back into place. He walked behind you, one hand on your hip, the other carefully adjusting the front of his trousers.

You felt many eyes on you both as you gave Leo your right hand and placed your left carefully on his right shoulder as his right hand came to rest on the curve of your waist and he started to move with you, guiding you into old familiar steps rehearsed as a child. Muscle memory was a wonderful thing, you thought, as you followed his lead, eyes locked with his.

His chest and stomach pressed against yours, his thighs strong on yours as they helped push you in the right direction, warmth flowing from his body into yours.

You glanced around at your audience and laughed quietly.

“I don’t think they were expecting us to actually be able to do this” you murmured to Leo, smiling.

“You think they were expecting us to just stand and sway in a circle?”

He smiled down at you and stopped waltzing, instead beginning to just turn you slowly in a circle. Looking into his blazing eyes, your smile faded and you slowly freed your right hand and linked your fingers together behind his neck, and Leo wrapped both arms around you, holding you closer.

You couldn’t bear to look away from him, suddenly all too aware that tomorrow you would be flying home and you would likely never see him again. Completely unbidden, tears welled in your eyes and spilled over onto your cheeks, surprising both of you. Leo let go of you and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears, trying not to smear your makeup.

“What is it?” he asked quietly, tuning out the others all paying too much attention to you. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, unwilling to get into the real reason for crying right here in the middle of the dance floor at your brother’s wedding.

“Can we go back inside?” you asked him, chewing on your bottom lip. “Please? Can I have you again? I’m already missing you, Leo, and I hate the feeling.”

A quiet sigh escaped him and he nodded, shadows in his eyes.

“Okay” he murmured. “That’s fine with me. But are you sure? Crying usually isn’t a good sign, baby.”

In answer, you grabbed his hand and started to tug him back in the direction of the big house, the light from the floating lanterns eventually dwindling to nothing, leaving you alone together in the darkness.

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[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : four

A/N: Oh my gosh, this took me ALL DAY. I barely know if it’s any good right now. I really hope it is, in spite of my stuffy nose and headaches! Take pity on me lol. Let me know what you think. :)

18 and up, y’all.

The room was mostly dark thanks to the blackout curtains, but a tiny ripple of light made its way through and danced across your closed eyelids, drawing you too quickly out of sleep. You crinkled your nose and rolled, the top of your forehead making solid contact with Leo’s hard shoulder. You groaned and opened your eyes. He blinked at you sleepily and rolled up onto his elbow.

“You okay?” he asked, his accent suddenly thicker.

You nodded, rubbing your forehead. Your gaze met his and then excruciatingly slowly, travelled down to his mouth, then his chest and then to the tattoo inked over his left side. You hissed slightly and he looked down, confused.

“What?”

“Did that hurt?” you asked, wide eyed. “It must have hurt.”

He smiled and shrugged, propping his chin on his palm.

“Sure” he answered. “But worth the pain.”

You bit your lip, hesitant, then turned onto your side and tugged up your sleep shirt to the middle of your back. Leo’s eyes were drawn down just below the hem to the black raven in the centre of your lower back, bright blue gems for eyes.

“Can I touch it?” he asked.

You nodded and went still as he traced the outline of the bird and then each feather, every detail. The talons were curved and silver, drawn to look wickedly sharp. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder, making you shiver.

“A raven for Ravenclaw?” he murmured, and you could feel his smile on your skin.

You laughed and turned so you were nose to nose, his eyes so close to yours you could see the constellations in them.

“I love that you know that” you told him, and his lips twitched.

“Of course I know that. I’m a Gryffindor.”

“Of course you are. How could you not be?”

“Why?”

“Too brave for words, Leo Grande.”

You kissed his cheek and bounded out of bed, stripping off the sleep shirt and crouching on the floor to riffle through the contents of your bigger suitcase. Leo let his gaze trace down the curve of your bare back, past the raven tattoo and then onto your cotton clad backside. He watched as you hooked your bra into place and stood up, a short dress clutched in one hand. He grinned and pointed to your bra.

“Hot pink” he said. “Like your toenails.”

You grinned back and pulled the dress over your head, stretching it down past your thighs. You ran a brush through your hair and glanced down at Leo, still reclining on the bed watching you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you coming?”

He arched his eyebrows back at you, grinning cheekily.

“Am I?”

You rolled your eyes, strode across the room and yanked the curtains open, letting the morning light flood in. He curled away from it, squinting, and you grabbed his hands and pulled him up, your chest brushing his as he stood to his full height. He was warm, his skin radiating heat, and you couldn’t help yourself; you let go of his hands and wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his chest.

Leo felt his heartbeat pick up speed as you leaned against him and he lowered his chin to the top of your head as a happy hum purred out of your chest. The sun warmed his back through the windows and he pulled you closer, arms crossing strongly against the small of your back.

The door banged open, bouncing roughly against the wall, and you jumped apart, Leo turning his back on the intruder to hide the effect you were having on him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Millie and rolled his eyes as hard as he could, ignoring how she raked her gaze over him like a butcher picking out choice cuts of meat.

“Good morning, you two” she greeted, nose upturned as she looked at you. “Breakfast is almost ready and then I think the plan is to spend the day at the lake. Guests are coming and Abigail’s parents have just arrived, so be nice.”

You rolled your eyes and shut the door in her face, then flopped down onto the bed while Leo dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, revealing to your gaze the smooth muscles in his upper arms. He caught you looking and smiled, pulling you off the bed and into his arms; caught by surprise, you giggled as he swayed you over to the door, pretending to waltz with you.

Still on the other side of the door, Millie eyed you with revulsion as Leo released you but was quick to slide his hand down your back and onto your hip, curving his fingers around the softness hidden by your dress and anchoring you to his side.

By the time you arrived at the dining hall, your insides were warm and fuzzy; the imprint of Leo’s hand on you, you were sure, would remain forever. You greeted everyone pleasantly, memories of the previous night in this room crowding to the forefront of your mind.

Leo watched you closely, taking note of your flushed skin, and wondered if you were thinking about his hands on you as much as he was.

You introduced him to everyone who approached you and he answered the same questions over and over again, about how the two of you had met and how long you had been together. And then Millie dropped the bombshell you knew she had been holding onto until the maximum number of people were around to hear it. You had known it was coming, but it still made you cringe to hear.

“So, have you slept with him yet?”

Her voice was loud and full of amusement, all at your expense. You sucked in a fortifying breath and felt Leo come up close behind you, his hands resting on your hips. He couldn’t disguise the loathing in his eyes as he looked down at Millie; he couldn’t believe you were treated so disrespectfully by your own sister. He was about to answer for you when he heard your voice speak up, clear as a bell.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Millicent, but yes, I have. And you have no idea how good he is.”

Leo smirked at the growing look of horror mixed with a strange fascination on Millie’s face as he buried his face in the side of your neck and laughed into your skin.

“Stop being such a cow, Millie, and let them sit down and eat” Derek said, sighing as he elbowed his eldest sister out of the way and pulled chairs out for you and Leo. “Sorry about her.”

Leo shook his head and nudged you onto a seat.

“It’s all right, I think” he replied. “I think she’s got her handled.”

Derek nodded and walked away, glaring at Millie as he passed.

The rest of the morning skated by easily, spending the time in your room away from everyone else. You sat propped against your headboard, reading out loud as Leo lounged on his back between your spread legs and listened to your voice washing over him. He felt he could have easily fallen asleep like that, his head on your stomach, if it weren’t for the sudden pounding on the bedroom door and Derek calling through it that everyone was headed down to the lake.

He tipped his head right back and looked up at you.

“Do you want to go?” he asked.

“Yeah. They’ll have the most amazing lunch brought down to the water. Best not to miss it.”

He chuckled and eased himself away, scooting down the bed to give you the space to get up. You knelt in front of your suitcase and pulled out two separate options for swimming, frowning as you glanced between them. One was a pink one piece that fit everywhere, and the other was a black bikini that technically fit, but was snug and you never dared actually wear.

You started to stand, dropping the bikini back into the suitcase, but Leo caught it and held it out, surprising you. Your brow furrowed as you stared up at him.

“Are you sure?” you asked worriedly. “I never wear this. I bought it on a whim. I don’t think I’m skinny enough for -”

Leo cut you off by covering your mouth with his free hand and shaking his head.

“Stop talking” he said firmly, as your eyes widened. “Go in that bathroom and put it on. Now.”

You ignored the wobble in your knees as you tossed the pink one piece back into the suitcase and obeyed, taking the bikini from him and closing the bathroom door behind you.

When you emerged, he was wearing black swim trunks and standing with his arms folded over his chest, blocking the bedroom door in case you tried to bolt. The look in his galaxy eyes as he drank you in turned your insides to water, and you stood a little straighter. He walked towards you and lifted the chain of your necklace with one finger, tugging the locket out of its home between your breasts. He smoothed its rounded edges and the catch popped open under his thumb. He glanced up to your eyes, confused.

“It’s empty.”

You nodded.

He tilted his head to one side as he closed the locket and let it fall back to its place.

“Why?”

“Haven’t found anyone to fill it with yet.”

Leo nodded, and then smiled crookedly as he ran his hands down you, grazing the sides of your breasts and landing where they always seemed to grab: your hips.

“You look very hot right now” he murmured, scrunching his nose when you blushed. “The lake awaits, baby.”

You walked most of the way, but as soon as you were in view of the shining water, Leo stepped in front of you and bent to a half crouch, indicating for you to climb onto his back. You hesitated and then did as he wanted, winding your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, feeling his hands find a firm hold on your thighs.

“What is this for?” you muttered in his ear.

He grinned.

“I’m being boyfriend-y, remember?”

“Fine.”

You pressed a trail of kisses from his shoulder up to just below his ear, and felt him shudder. You hid your smile in his neck.

“I’ll pay you back for that” he said quietly, his tone a little dangerous.

“Can’t wait!”

He snorted, took three more strides to reach the water, swung you around to his front, his grip now a little more tenuous, hands stuttering over your warm skin.

“Ready?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“What?” you yelped. “No!”

“Too bad.”

With one strong move, Leo tossed you bodily into the lake, hollering. You surfaced with a shriek and a splutter, water dripping into your eyes, chest heaving. You waded through the water, eyes narrowed, and Leo raised his hands, palms facing you in supplication even as he continued to grin. The grin dropped a little, though, when you hooked two fingers in the front of his trunks and pulled hard, sending him splashing down with you. He gripped at your waist as you resurfaced, his fingers sliding over slippery skin.

Your breath caught at the sight of him standing right in front of you, lake water pouring off him like some kind of perfect demigod. There were scattered laughs from the nearby shore and your ears heard, but the pulse between your legs ignored them.

Leo looked back down at you and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, his gaze dragging from the apex of your thighs up your stomach, past your cleavage and finally to your hungry eyes. You were looking at him like that, like there was nobody else at the lake, nobody in the world, and all the blood in his body rushed south.

You glanced down, your eyes widened, and Leo swore he heard you whimper. He didn’t think he had ever heard a more come-and-get-me sound in his life. Your thighs clenched together and he held a hand out toward you; you grasped it and let him reel you in, your eyes rolling a little at the feel of him pushing into your hip.

“Is there a less public side to this lake?” he whispered in your ear, his free hand kneading desperately at your thigh.

You nodded and pointed. He followed the direction of your finger to a small copse of trees on the other side; their roots reached down into the water and their shade provided a cool, dark enclosed space away from prying eyes.

“Come on then” he muttered, and ushered you out of the water and around the circumference of the lake, over to those trees.

You looked around you at the water and the trees, puzzling over where to sit or stand.

“Where -”

And Leo kissed you, his mouth insistent and yearning, his hands dragging your damp body against his, your skin sticking together. His tongue pried and pushed, but it wasn’t long before you yielded and felt lightning crack through you and light up your veins. You leaned into him, reaching your hands into his hair and tugging gently, eliciting a soft groan from the back of his throat. So you did it again and the sound got louder and the heat buried under your skin funneled lower and you arched your back, striving to get closer, your heart thumping hard and fast against his.

Leo’s hands wandered, slipping down your back and over the raven to your rear, gentle massaging turning into fingers digging into the flesh through the lake soaked bikini bottoms, tilting your hips up to his. Desperate for air, you finally tore away from Leo’s mouth and he took the opportunity to lay siege to your neck, leaving you a softened, panting mess, held together only by the firm grip of his hands. The feel of his tongue and teeth on your skin was melting you from the inside out.

Leo turned you around and guided you into the water, then gently, carefully lowered you down onto your back in between two thick tree roots, your head resting on dark, muddy sand. But you didn’t care because the water was lapping coolly against the heated insides of your thighs as Leo eased them apart and settled himself down on his stomach in between your knees, looking up at you. He could only see the rise and fall of your chest and the underside of your chin as your head was tipped so far back.

He murmured your name as a question at the same time as tugging blatantly at the sides of your bikini bottoms. You mumbled back a response, but he heard the positive connotation and yanked them down as quickly as he could, rearing back on his knees to slide them off over your feet before retaking his position. He tossed the wet material off to the side on the bank, avoiding losing them in the water, before he paid his attention back to you and laid eyes on your pulsing heat.

His pause sent a bolt of anxiety through you and you lifted yourself onto your elbows to see his face, his eyes now a very dark green.

“Leo?” you said softly, hesitantly. “You don’t have to, I would never ask you to -”

The last word out of your mouth became a sigh on his name as his tongue swept inside and his nose bumped against you. You wriggled a little, heat flooding your face, and he pressed your thighs open and down to the ground, anchoring you and keeping you from moving any further as he made a meal out of you.

So there you were, hidden in the cool shadows of the trees, within shouting distance of your whole family, plus extras, flat on your back, panting, barely able to breathe, as the most beautiful man you had ever known loved over you, his dark head buried between your legs.

That evening, before heading into town for Abigail’s last hurrah, you didn’t even bother to change in the bathroom, and Leo watched with unabashed appreciation as you tugged the white shorts up your thighs and pulled the red clingy halter top over your head, leaving your arms bare.

“I know this is very 2000s, but I like it” you said, plucking at the hem of the top.

Leo shrugged.

“Don’t care” he told you, and winked. “‘Cause you’re not wearing a bra under it.”

You rolled your eyes, pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him, his lips soft and open beneath yours. Just as his hands smoothed down your sides to glide into the back pockets of your shorts, you tapped his chest and sat back, swinging your leg over him and standing.

“Come on, boyfriend” you said. “We’ve got some dancin’ to do!”

He grinned and stood up, then shucked off his jeans while you looked on, face heating up. He watched you with every move he made, shedding his t-shirt as well, before changing into the clothes he had laid out on the bed earlier while you were deciding what to wear. A plain black button up, open necked shirt and black pants had never looked so sexy on a man before. Leo left the top two buttons undone and the pants were tight around his hips and looser as they flowed down.

“So?” he said, chucking you gently under the chin. “What do you think, baby?”

You swallowed and grabbed his hand after he’d finished putting on his shoes.

“I think we need to leave or we won’t” you replied.

His eyebrows rose and his lips tilted in a secretive half smile.

“Oh, is that so?”

He pulled you back by the waist and attacked your neck with kisses, tickling your skin and making you shriek with laughter. You turned in his arms to face him and reached up to cup his face in your hands, suddenly serious. His happy smile faded as he gazed back at you and waited.

“No matter what happens after this weekend, even if I never see you again, I will regret none of it. And you will always be a happy memory. You will always matter to me” you said solemnly.

Leo nodded into your touch, his throat feeling suddenly tight. Unable to speak, he kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for several long moments.

“Okay” he murmured, finally able to. “Let’s get going or Reginald will look at me funny the entire night.”

You laughed and took his hand again, squeezing as you led the way outside and into the waiting car. There was a lineup of them this time, filled to bursting with Abigail’s university friends and one awkward looking cousin. And Millie. She looked you both up and down and then away, upper lip curled.

Leo caught her eye, made sure she was watching, then pressed you against the car door with his hips, his mouth searing on yours. Then, breathless and beaming, you backed into the car and he followed, half crawling over you and then reaching back to pull the door closed.

The ride into town was quiet, the only sounds your soft sighs and the push and pull of Leo’s lips on your skin, as he kissed every bare patch he could find. You giggled as the car rolled to a stop and Abigail was on the other side as it opened, her eyes widening a little as she saw Leo hovering over you, one knee between your legs, one hand bracing against the car’s ceiling.

“Are you two sure this is where you want to be tonight?” she asked, smiling slightly. “I understand if you’d rather go back to the house to be alone.”

You shook your head and Leo climbed off you and stepped out of the car to help you out. You smiled at Abigail and patted Leo’s chest, right over his heart.

“We’ve got time” you assured her. “Besides, I love dancing and I never get the chance to.”

She kissed your cheek and sent you inside the one club the little town boasted. It might have been the only one of its kind, but it was already loud and the floor trembled from the pounding feet. Leo bent so his lips were right by your ear.

“You didn’t tell me you love to dance” he said, almost accusatory. “I can dance. I could have danced with you.”

You turned and met his lips with yours before stretching up to his ear.

“We’re here now” you said. “Shake, rattle and roll me.”

He grabbed your hands and led you backwards into the crush of bodies on the dance floor. Your heart began to pound in time with the beat as Leo drew you in tightly, his hands heavy weights on your hips, controlling your movements. There were people all around you, pushing you harder into him, so you took advantage of the closeness and slid your hands up his chest, dipping your fingertips into the gap at the top of his shirt before wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. His hair tickled your skin and his neck was already dewy with sweat from the room’s swelter.

“Are you okay?” he shouted.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on his. He began to move in earnest then, switching his hips in time to the music and moving yours with them, until you could feel the drag of the front of your shorts against his pants and what they hid. You slowly closed your eyes and let him move you, feeling the thrum of the bass vibrate along your skin and your blood rush to catch up.

You jolted slightly when you felt Leo kiss you, eyes still shut and unsuspecting. But he slid his hands into your back pockets and pulled you in again, pressing you flush against him. Your eyelids fluttered and lips parted on a silent sigh when he slotted a leg in between yours and set his hips into a slow grind with yours, so you could feel him, hard and insistent against the front seam of his trousers.

You were desperate to let your emotions out, but words wouldn’t, couldn’t, do it, so you showed him instead. You began to kiss him more fervently, your tongue touching his, open mouthed and eager. You felt warm everywhere, and sweat dripped down the back of your neck and the front of your top and made your grip on Leo’s neck slick and precarious. Instead, you sank your fingers into his hair and pulled again, the way you knew he liked. And then you freed one hand to drag back down his front, catching at each of the buttons on his shirt, before palming him gently through his pants. His hips stuttered and you pulled your lips from his, your hips still rocking to and fro with his. You barely noticed the music now, or the other people crushing you together, your hand now pinned between your bodies.

Leo’s starlit eyes locked on yours as his body seemed to begin moving on its own, his hips pushing more insistently into your hand. You bit your lip and glanced away. He instantly brought your head back, his thumb and forefinger firm but gentle on your chin.

“What is it?” he asked, and you read his lips.

You looked around you, saw no one you recognised, and started to pull him back towards the doors, back out into the humid summer air. He pushed your damp hair off your forehead and waited, itching to touch you, to take you, no matter who might see.

He at last murmured your name, bringing you out of your own head and back to him.

“We need the car” you said suddenly, lifting your gaze to his. “And we need to get rid of Reginald. I - I want...”

You trailed off, biting your lip. Leo copied your movement from earlier and cupped your face in his warm hands, centering you.

“I want to just...grind” you said very quietly, and threw your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment.

You heard Leo’s soft chuckle and then his footsteps heading away. Then you opened your eyes to see where he had gone, only to see him guiding Reginald away from the car and pocketing the keys. He ran back to you, grabbed your hand and all but dragged you to the car; he opened the car and climbed in first, settling himself comfortably on the wide backseat, legs spread out wide.

“Come on, baby, c’mere” he encouraged you, patting his lap.

You clambered inside and pulled the door shut; the overhead light switched off, dousing you both in near perfect darkness, if it weren’t for the neon lights of the club’s sign. Your eyes adjusted quickly and you slowly settled your weight on top of Leo, hips canted down, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as you felt him arch up beneath you.

“Is this your fantasy?” he murmured, watching with fascination the grind and sway of your body as you worked your hips over him. “No penetration, just...sensation?”

You couldn’t answer, too caught up in the feelings sweeping through you with every grind down onto him. He tried to help, guide your hips with his hands, but you pushed them away, eyes closing as you leaned forward and braced your hands on his shoulders.

He could feel the urgency, sense the change in you even as he felt the pull in his own blood, the urge to flip you and take over driving him to the brink of madness. But he kept his hands to himself, panting breaths mixing with yours as the car windows gradually steamed up and he felt his pants get tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He saw when it happened, when the tightness in your expression loosened and you slumped forward onto his chest, legs quivering. Your hips continued to twitch even as he wrapped his arms around you and tried to ignore the throbbing between his legs. But you didn’t. You sat back on your shaking knees and unbuttoned, unzipped his trousers, holding his gaze the whole time.

“Let me help?” you asked.

He bit his lip and nodded, and you reached in for him. As you took him in your gentle hands, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, shifting his hips unconsciously. Your hands and breath whispered over him and he gave in.

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[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : three

A/N: Gif doesn’t fit perfectly for this chapter, but there are limited gifs for this movie where he is actually fully dressed. Is anyone actually complaining lol?

Bit of 18 and up, y’all.

There was a knock on the bedroom door and Leo opened it just enough to keep you shielded by it, still lying on the bed. Millie stepped right up to the threshold and batted her lashes at him. He blinked plainly back.

“Would you like to take a look at the grounds?” she asked him. “They’re quite lovely this time of year.”

Leo nodded and then looked over his shoulder at you.

“Your sister can show me” he told Millie. “I’m here for her, after all.”

Prone on your back, you grinned at the ceiling. You heard the door click shut and looked up into Leo’s face as he stood over you. He held out his hands and pulled you up abruptly, ending with your nose pressed into the hard centre of his chest. On impulse, he dropped a kiss on your hair and then took a step back, gesturing broadly at the bedroom door.

“Show me around.”

You led him into the hallway, bypassed your fuming older sister, and made your way outside onto the porch. Reginald and the car were gone, leaving the way clear to look out over the golden fields and the winding white drive.

“This place is beautiful” Leo said, staring as he held your hand. “How long have you been coming here?”

“Since I was five. I know every inch.”

The two of you wandered down the porch steps and turned left towards the field and forest area beyond.

“There’s a hut in there that my dad helped Derek and me build when we were kids” you said as you stepped over the nature threshold into the woods.

The air cooled immediately and you tread carefully, mindful of fallen logs and treacherous undergrowth. You were hyper aware that Leo was still holding your hand; it engulfed yours completely, and made you feel warm and safe. He kept you from falling more than once, his fingers tightening their grip.

“You’re not very stable, are you?” he laughed, after preventing you landing on your backside in a pile of pine needles.

“That’s me in a nutshell” you muttered. “Unstable.”

He grinned and you looked away, chewing at your lip.

“You’re very boyfriend-y, you know” you told him, picking your way in the direction of the hut.

“Thank you. I aim to please.”

You blushed and glanced back at him.

“I bet you do” you retorted, and that was when your feet slid out from under you again.

But this time, you took Leo down with you. You landed hard on your back, the breath knocked clean from your lungs. Leo stopped short of headbutting you, but his whole body pressed the length of yours, and you felt like one bright live wire beneath his weight.

He scrambled off you in a hurry and helped you sit up, both of you now just sitting in the dirt, fingers locked together up to the first knuckle. The air slowly burned back into your lungs and the concern slowly faded from Leo’s eyes, the crease in his forehead smoothing away. His eyes glinted green in the light that filtered down through the leafy canopy.

When he leaned forward to carefully, almost tenderly, remove a leaf from your hair, your eyes flickered to his and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. His breathing slowed to quiet pants and you gently touched your lips to his pulse point, feeling it flutter and leap, blood surging. The soft inner skin of his wrist bloomed warm beneath your lips and you felt an ache to touch more.

Leo raised his eyes from your mouth on him to your face and saw your darkened eyes and widened pupils. He’d seen that look many times before, but never with such a plea behind it.

He wasn’t sure if he moved first or you did, but from one second to the next, you were in the dirt and leaves and then you were in his lap and his mouth was under yours and his lungs were stealing your air. Your hands pushed into his shoulders, kneading desperately at the muscles they found, before reaching into his short curls and getting lost. You were lost, his mouth hot, hands firm as they held your upturned hips a hair’s breadth from his own.

Leo pulled away and lifted his chin so his mouth was right by your ear.

“How long has it been?” he whispered throatily, and a tremor shook down your spine at the sensation of his breath on your skin.

“Since what?” you breathed out, trying not to let your eyes roll in your head.

He nosed along your jawline, breathing you in.

“Since someone kissed you like they meant it” he murmured.

You released a shaky breath and shook your head. He chuckled quietly and gently gripped your chin, holding you still as he ghosted his lips over yours.

“I can fix that for you” he said softly, and promptly swallowed your answering whimper.

And then there was only heat, sensation and the quiet sounds of denim brushing denim as you ground down in his lap, chasing any friction, any reward.

A twig snapped and you jumped, careening off of Leo and propelling yourself to your feet. He followed, taking in your disheveled hair, flushed skin and the wide stripe of skin on show due to your tank top having been rucked up in the tussle. He tugged it down without a word and pulled a few more leaves out of your hair before adjusting himself to look a little more presentable.

You didn’t run into anyone else on your way out of the woods, but Millie was sitting on the porch, drink in hand, when you emerged and made your way inside, both of you looking a little worse for wear and covered in dirt.

“Have fun?” she asked you archly, her perfect eyebrows raised.

You wanted to smack the derisive smirk off her face, but instead you just sailed past, Leo’s hand firmly gripped in yours. Millie twisted in her chair to yell after you, her words raining against Leo’s back.

“Remember the rehearsal dinner tonight! You have to at least appear presentable, little sis!”

You rolled your eyes and muttered a few choice words under your breath about where she could shove her presentable, and Leo squeezed your hand.

“Ignore her” he said quietly. “You’re lovelier than she is anyway.”

Warmth fizzed through your veins in the wake of his words and he smiled when you leaned a little into him as you walked slowly back to your room.

Just before eight that evening, you came out of your bedroom’s en suite bathroom, dressed to the nines and finding Leo waiting for you on the bed. He was leaning over, elbows on knees, hands clasped loosely, but when he saw you, he sat back, legs spread, breath leaving him in a whistle. You blushed and twirled, making the tulle skirt fly up around you in a haze of nighttime blue.

He stood up and placed his hands on your bare shoulders, rubbing his thumbs up and down. He glanced down your back and saw an expanse of bare skin, crisscrossed by corset laces. Essentially backless, and you were going braless.

“You look beautiful” he said softly, bending his head to trail his lips across your left shoulder to your neck; you arched it slightly, making him smile into your skin.

“Thank you” you said, swallowing as you looked him over.

He wore pressed slacks that, miracle of miracles, matched the blue of your dress, and a white short sleeved linen shirt tucked in past his belt. He raised an eyebrow at your appraisal.

“Well?” he prompted, biting back a smile.

“Very handsome” you murmured, eyes alight. “I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

Leo’s cheeks warmed and the faintest flush became visible against the caramel of his skin.

“Thank you” he mumbled, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Shall we go?”

You nodded and slipped your hand into his outstretched waiting one. You directed him to the guest dining room, which was bigger than the main one. Your family were all already seated, plus a few of the guests, but Derek’s bride-to-be leapt to her feet when she saw you enter and ran to you. She threw her arms around your neck and you hugged her back one armed, your other hand still in Leo’s.

“Hi, Abigail” you murmured, smiling quietly. “This is Leo.”

She stuck out her hand and he shook it politely.

“Congratulations” he said, and she beamed.

“Thank you so much! I have been hearing all about you from Derek and Millie. Publishing, too, right?”

Leo nodded, a faint wry smile on his face.

“Yeah, that’s right” he answered.

Abigail beckoned to you both.

“Come sit next to me” she said, ushering you away with her.

“What about Derek?” you asked.

She waved a hand dismissively.

“He’s a big boy” she said. “He can cope.”

You grinned and took the seat beside her, smiling up at Leo in thanks as he pushed it in under the table for you before he sat on your other side, right opposite Millie. He ignored her coquettish smile and let his hand wander underneath the tablecloth and onto your thigh. You jumped a little, but he held his position and you soon calmed, his hand anchoring you in your seat.

Guests came and went, conversation ebbed and flowed, food and drink arrived. You accepted the compliments on your dress from your parents and even the grudging one from Millie, who looked as if she was chewing on a particularly sour lemon when she said it.

You tried to listen to what Abigail and Derek were talking about as you ate and sipped at your non-alcoholic sparkling, but Leo was proving how well he could eat left handed while the dexterous fingers of his right were hazing your mind and clouding your judgement.

Finally, you laid your left hand over his and gently moved it around so that his palm was resting where his fingers had been and he got the message loud and clear, casting you a sidelong grin.

“Thanks” he murmured.

“Any time.”

He proceeded to work you into such a state that you had to stutter out an excuse to leave and then drag him with you out into the corridor, where he finished you off with his hand between your legs.

A hum still beneath your skin, you stood quietly next to the bed in your room with Leo behind you, carefully untying each lacing that tied the corset back of your dress together. He brushed his fingertips over each patch of skin as it was revealed, taking note of the goosebumps and shivers up your spine with each gentle touch. He finished the last one and lightly kissed the nape of your neck as he let the dress fall, rustling around your bare feet in a shower of blue tulle and loose straps.

You closed your eyes and breathed heavily, waiting for something to happen.

Smiling behind your back, Leo knelt and helped you to step out of the puddle of fabrics, quick kissing the backs of your calves as he did so.

“Off you go now” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.”

You padded away, your only covering the scrap of lace and cotton sales reps liked to call underwear. Leo waited until the bathroom door had closed before slowly undressing himself and climbing under the covers, suddenly feeling bone tired and too heavy to move.

You wiped your makeup off and showered, fighting off the temptation to retreat to your room in only the towel you had wrapped around your body. But instead, you pulled on an old oversized sleep shirt, the neckline gaping around your shoulders, the appropriate underwear beneath.

Leo was half asleep already, but he rolled to meet you when the mattress dipped under your weight, and curved around you, his left arm hooking you between your breasts, his knees pushing in behind yours. He rested his head on your pillow and closed his eyes again, snuffling slightly as he settled in around you.

You lay perfectly still for a while, not wanting to disturb him or force him to move away, but eventually you relaxed into his hold and shut your eyes, a sleepy smile curving your lips.

You could not believe your luck.

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[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : two

A/N: I know that’s really Daryl not Leo, but *shrug*. Cute cute.

The airport was crowded and you were running late, literally. You had only just spotted the check-in desks when you slammed into the back of someone, knocking yourself to the ground. The man turned around and you blinked up at Leo, who was trying not to laugh.

“Going somewhere?” he teased, holding out a hand.

You grabbed it and let him haul you back to your feet.

“Thanks” you mumbled.

“Not a problem. Running late or running away?”

You glared briefly but were too relieved that he was there to keep it up for long.

“Running late. I’m not usually late, but there was an accident on my way in and the cabbie had to wait for it to be cleared.”

Once you stopped talking, you had the time to really look at him, in a way you had been too nervous to do at the cafe days ago. He was triple take beautiful, all black curls, caramel skin and brilliant hazel eyes. He had opted for a t-shirt in the English summer, and the fabric was taut across his shoulders, tapering to his waist. and denim shorts that showcased his legs. You had to tear your eyes away from his chest.

Leo stood still while you appraised him, a slight itch beginning at the top of his spine that always started when a new client finally paid enough attention. He subtly looked you over, too: the recent haircut, the necklace that dropped into your cleavage, well worn tank top and denim cutoffs. There was a cut on your knee from shaving your legs and hot pink polish on your toes. You saw him looking and hitched your bag strap higher on your shoulder as you shrugged.

“Matches my bra” you said offhandedly.

You stepped past him into the line with your luggage as his eyebrows lifted and his mouth opened slightly. You bit back a smile; he hadn’t expected that.

You both checked in and only had to wait a short while in the flight lounge before the overhead call to board came out of the speakers. Leo grabbed the handle of your small suitcase, ignoring your protestations of being perfectly capable of taking it yourself.

“Chivalry is not yet dead” he told you, and winked.

“Maybe not, but it’s likely being shivved in a back alley” you retorted.

Leo laughed.

“You’re surprising” he said, and your cheeks warmed with unexpected pleasure.

He shouldered his duffel and wheeled your suitcase on ahead of you, finding your seats and lifting them, one after the other, into the overhead compartments. You watched his muscles flex and the hem of his t-shirt rise up to reveal a strip of honeyed skin, making your bite your lip and sit down in a hurry. Leo sat next to you, watching with a raised eyebrow as you tightened the seatbelt almost to the point of no circulation.

“Nervous flyer?” he asked.

You nodded and turned your head to look out the window. A nudge against your thigh brought your attention back and you glanced down to see Leo’s hand resting there, palm up and waiting. You met his gaze and he nodded at you. You gave him your hand and he held it firmly, every once in a while rubbing his thumb over the back of it or across your knuckles. Such a simple touch sent shivers down your spine and you hoped he didn’t notice.

The plane slowly filled up and then it steadily began to coast down the runway, as you tuned out the flight attendant repeating the same instructions you had been hearing since you were a toddler. You knew precisely where each exit was and to put your oxygen mask on before helping the person next to you.

You leaned your head on the window as the ground below fell away and your stomach swooped with it and your ears popped. You felt Leo squeeze your hand as the clouds sucked the plane in and all you could see was white.

“Hey, hey, you’re fine” he murmured to you, shushing you gently.

You realised you were breathing too quickly and tried to calm down, but the anxiety had set in. You closed your eyes and then felt your hand being pulled up and pressed against something warm and solid. You blinked and looked to see that Leo was pressing the back of your hand against his chest so that you could feel his heart beating steadily, unafraid and calming.

When your breathing slowed, he wrapped his free hand around the back of your neck and pressed your head down gently onto his shoulder. He huffed quietly, shaking his head.

“Why don’t you take the train?” he asked, confused and a little exasperated.

You shook your head and scoffed slightly.

“The train? My parents wouldn’t hear of it” you told him. “Old money doesn’t take the train!”

You said this mimicking your mother and rolling your eyes.

“Old money?” Leo queried.

“Yes. Quite old.”

“Is that how you’re paying for this weekend?”

You shook your head against his shoulder.

“No. That’s all me. I have an inheritance, but I work for my own money. I don’t much like the handouts.”

Leo nodded slowly, taking it all in.

“So what’s on the agenda for this weekend?” he asked. “Aside from the actual wedding, of course.”

“Rehearsal dinner, most likely time at the lake, a night on the town for the bride’s ‘last night of freedom’“ you said, using finger quotation marks in the air. “The usual partying thing. I don’t drink, but feel free to.”

“Why not? If you don’t mind my asking.”

You shrugged.

“Just never liked it.”

Leo was going to ask if you never much liked sex either, judging by some of your reaction to his questions days earlier, but he saw your eyes were closing again and he let it lie, figuring you probably needed the rest before the long wedding weekend began in earnest.

The flight wasn’t long and the airport was tiny, so collecting extra luggage didn’t take long. Leo had to hide his surprise when he walked beside you out into the sun and found a car and driver waiting for you, your name printed in block letters on a laminated sign.

“Old money” he muttered under his breath, and hoped that his wedding outfit was good enough.

The chauffeur took your suitcases and bags and stowed them in the car’s boot, before holding the door open for you. Cool eyes appraised Leo and he felt his chest tighten beneath his plain cotton t-shirt. But then he felt your hand tug on his and he slid inside with you, keeping hold of your hand and leaning over to you when you beckoned for him to come closer.

“Ignore Reginald” you whispered. “He’s a miser. His heart shrivelled up a long time ago, before I was even born.”

He let himself smile and enjoy the feeling of your hand tucked inside his, ignoring the driver’s gaze on him in the rearview mirror.

The countryside passed them by, all golden fields and fair blue sky. Leo found himself holding his breath as your parents’ summer house came into view around a bend in the road. It was a sprawling Victorian structure that seemed to go on for miles, and three storeys high.

“You weren’t kidding” he murmured to you. “How many rooms?”

“Thirty. And there are guests staying in town, too.”

You sighed heavily as the car purred to a stop and the front door to the house opened and four people spilled onto the wraparound porch.

“Mother is Anna, Daddy is Edward, then there’s Derek and Millicent” you told him, as the door was opened from the outside for you. “But call her Millie or you won’t live to see the wedding.”

He snorted and followed you out onto the white gravel drive, lifting one hand to shield his eyes from the sun’s glare.

“Darling!”

Standing close beside you, Leo felt you cringe into his side as your mother flurried down the steps and right up to you, yanking you forward into an uncomfortable embrace. Her perfume drifted up to his nose and he fought the pressure to sneeze.

“Hello, Mother” you mumbled into her silk blouse. “This is my boyfriend, Leo.”

You managed to free yourself and tug him forward by the hand. You looked up at his face to see him smile charmingly and then extend his hand for shaking. Anna didn’t hesitate to shake his hand, glancing at you at the same time.

“He’s very handsome, honey, isn’t he?” she said, too loudly.

Leo felt his face get warm, and not from the sun. That seemed to be the cue for the rest of your family to surge down the steps, your brother looking mildly curious and your sister outright predatory.

“Little sis, how did you land him?” she demanded. “He’s absolutely gorgeous!”

Leo looked down at you and saw your eyes narrow and your expression harden.

“I didn’t land him. He’s not a fish, Millicent.”

Leo had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as your sister’s expression mirrored yours, complete with pursed lips. You resembled a pair of angry wasps in a stand off.

Derek introduced himself, eyeing both his sisters, and Edward came forward to size Leo up and shake his hand.

“So how did you meet my daughter?” he asked suspiciously.

“We work together, sir” Leo answered.

“Ah. Workplace romances don’t last very long.”

Leo shrugged loosely.

“We’ll see, won’t we, sir?”

He squeezed your hand and then let go so that he could retrieve the luggage. He carried the full weight of it as he nodded toward the house.

“Lead on, baby.”

You nudged past your siblings and guided him through the house to the bedroom you had always occupied on holidays as a kid. Leo looked around, smiling at the boy band posters on the walls and the petal pink duvet with black polka dots on the double bed.

“Cute” he said. “Very cute.”

He lowered the suitcases and bags to the thick plush carpet and sat down on the end of your bed.

“Your sister is a piece of work” he remarked casually.

You sighed and flopped down on your back next to him.

“Tell me about it.”

“Why is she like that?”

You shrugged.

“She’s always had to one up me. Be the most beautiful, most popular, have the hottest boyfriend.”

You laughed bitterly.

“Now I win.”

Leo moved so quickly all you could do was blink as he hovered above you, hands either side of your head and denim clad hips flush with yours. He lowered his head and kissed you quickly, barely a quick press of his lips to yours, before he was gone again, rolling off the bed to stand. You stared after him, flushed and your breath already quickening.

“Yes, you’re winning now, baby.”

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[stray-kaz]

Three Day Hire : a Leo Grande x reader FF : one

A/N: This is the first of several parts. I hope it’s received okay. Fingers crossed! And if anyone could lead me to any other gifs of Leo that could work, it would be much appreciated!

How did you ever get here? You knew how you arrived at the cafe, but how did you otherwise reach this moment in your life? This moment where, at just shy of thirty years old, you were remarkably unattached and your baby brother was getting married in a week, and so, without any other plan in your head, you made the phenomenal decision to hire an escort to play fake boyfriend over the long weekend.

Just fantastic.

You gave up door watching, but were too nervous to eat or drink, so you pulled a book out of your bag to read, and that’s what you were doing when he arrived, took note of the bright orange flower you had set at the edge of the table to be his marker, and wandered over. He smiled when you didn’t notice his presence and tapped two long, slender fingers on the top edge of your book, snapping your attention instantly.

Your eyes widened upon seeing him and you swallowed the sudden lump in your throat. You struggled to find something to say. What came out wasn’t a winner.

“I didn’t think you’d be so tall.”

The smile turned into an almost dimpled grin.

“And I didn’t think you’d even show up. Your email sounded very, ehm, skittish. Indecisive. Anxious.”

You glowered up at him.

“Are you going to keep labelling me with adjectives or are you going to sit down?”

He dropped his backpack on the floor and toed it under the table before sitting opposite you, lacing his fingers together on the polished surface.

“Three days and nights is quite expensive, are you aware of that?” he asked, leaning forward a little.

You nodded.

“I can cover it” you assured him.

He nodded and extended his right hand to you across the table, matching silver rings on his pinkie and ring fingers. You shook his hand, doing your best to ignore the way his skin felt against yours.

“Leo Grande” he told you, smiling lopsidedly. “You knew that already. The name on your email, is that your real one?”

You nodded again.

“Yes. No use giving a fake one when we’ll be spending the entire weekend with my entire family.”

Your eyes darted away for a second, but he caught it.

“Bad blood?” he asked, his Irish lilt curling around the words.

You shrugged.

“My little brother is the only boy, the beloved son. I usually get ignored until the subject of boyfriends and grandchildren gets brought up, and then it’s all on me.”

“Enter me” he said, nodding.

“Enter you” you repeated. “You sure you can handle it?”

Leo’s easy smile widened again.

“You don’t have the monopoly on difficult parents” he commented casually.

Something in his eyes switched off the questions you wanted to ask and you just nodded and sat back in your seat, sliding a bookmark into place between two pages.

“Is there a backstory you want me to know about?”

“You can make it up as you go along if you want to.”

Leo shifted on his chair.

“Okay. Where did we meet? How long have we known each other? Have we slept together?” he asked you.

He watched as heat burned beneath your skin and you gnawed anxiously at your bottom lip.

“We met at work. You’re a junior publisher, like me. We’ve known each other for five months. And no? We haven’t?”

One dark eyebrow rose.

“You sound unsure about that, baby.”

He spoke almost on a purr and your thighs clamped together in response, the pet name ringing in your ears and ricocheting around your brain.

You cleared your throat.

“It’s not a question my parents will ask” you said quietly.

“But your brother? Your older sister?”

You cringed.

“There’s no chance Derek will ask, but Millie definitely will.”

Leo waited. You sighed eventually and ran your fingers through your hair in anxious movement.

“Yes” you said finally, waving an impatient hand in the air even as you reddened. “We have.”

He nodded, hiding a tiny smile. He thought you were cute, all flustered and blushing, the barest mention of sex with him getting your heart racing.

“When do we leave?” he asked then.

You rustled around in your shoulder bag and produced his flight information and ticket, already all paid for in advance. He raised his eyebrows at the number but said nothing.

“Where are we staying?”

“My parents have a summer home in the middle of nowhere. Way more bedrooms than they could ever fill, except for this wedding. They are all full. We are sharing.”

He bit his lip on a smile.

“I’d expect nothing less from a devoted couple” he teased. “And after all, we have already slept together.”

You rolled your eyes and he again enjoyed the flush in your cheeks, the bright in your eyes.

“Do you want me to meet you at the airport or share a cab?”

“We can meet there” you said in a rush, your anxiety getting the better of you again.

Leo held up a finger.

“One last question” he said, halting your rise.

You waited, your bag already swinging from one shoulder.

“What’s the dress code?”

You smiled wryly.

“Think James Bond at a cocktail bar.”

He stood then, towering over you.

“Is the tail yours?”

Your mouth rounded on an ‘o’ and he winked, sending you bolting for the door. Leo watched you go, nodding to himself. This could be interesting.

The evening before your flight, you stood in front of your wardrobe, hands on hips as you examined its contents. One dress in particular. You’d never worn it before, had always been too afraid, not bold enough. You didn’t want the wrong attention. But you were thinking you might like Leo Grande’s attention.

You ran your fingers down the material and without a second thought, swished it out of the wardrobe and zipped it into a protective bag. You took a deep breath and slung it inside your suitcase.

No going back now.

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