Cher still had her dress on the floor. He hadn't thought where the underwear went. They were smoking now. Sharing one of those little cigarettes. He sat behind her. She rested her arms on his limbs. Leon couldn't resist to smile now.
It was much more satisfying than he anticipated.
"How do you do it?" Cher asked.
"Do what?" He took the cigarette from her and gave it a tight draw.
"I don't know?" She was a bit ditsy now. "All this. You're so comfortable in your own skin."
"Why shouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Its just....different for me." Cher sighed.
"It shouldn't be." He gave her back the cigarette. They shared it til it all ran out. Then he kissed her and she stroked him. Perhaps she knew what he liked, after all. Wouldn't that be amazing, he thought.
"We should do this more often," Leon told her. "Maybe every night. If you're up for it."
"You think." She looked at him blankly and almost smiled.
"You'll be comfortable in your skin in no time." His smile was open as he studied her up close, kissing parts of her he'd missed before.
"Why do I have to like you?" Cher fretted just a little as he touched her where she was tender most, and she wavered just a bit wrapping her arms around him, letting him take what he wanted and how he wanted.
Cher fell back on her pillow with ease and a sleepy smile. Her cell phone vibrated and she didn't even know it.