Flame and Leah

Sitting across the table from Flame in the small Italian restaurant he had chosen, Leah listened intently to his plans for the week. “We fly out Monday and get back on Wednesday night,” Flame told her. “The record label is paying for it, hotel and all, and we get to have two nights in New York City, and my work’s fine with me missing a few days. Of course, they might not be so fine when they find out that I’m going to have to go on tour, but I’ll deal with that when it comes.” Hearing Flame babble on enthusiastically made Leah smile. “I’m sorry,” he finally paused. “I have been talking since I picked you up, haven’t I?”

Leah gave Flame a warm grin. “Yes,” she admitted. “And I loved hearing all of it. This is so exciting for you guys! You’re allowed to get keyed up about it.” Leah meant it, too. She knew what a big deal this was to Flame and the band.

At that moment, the waiter came over with their meals. “This looks delicious,” Leah exclaimed as her pasta was placed before her. “Thanks, Flame,” she added with a smile. “This has been the best, like, twenty-four hours of my life.” She picked up her glass of water and tried to hide her blush behind it, but Flame could still see the pink rising in her cheeks.

“No,” Flame replied seriously. “Thank you. I feel like my life has gotten so much better since I met you. You’re like my good luck charm.”

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Flame called Leah as soon as he got back on Wednesday. “Is it too late for me to call?” he asked when she answered the phone.

“No,” Leah said, closing the book she had been reading on her bed and glancing at her alarm clock. “It’s not eleven yet. So, don’t keep me in suspense! How did it go?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Flame enthused, and Leah giggled. His language always got courser when he spent a few days away from her. When she had gone away with her parents over Christmas Break for a week to visit her grandparents in Florida, she had come home to a boyfriend with a mouth like a sailor.

“Care to elaborate?” Leah asked.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, the people at the label were so cool. The office has pinball machines and a pool table. Vicky, that’s the woman who signed us, she’s the creative director or something, she has all these fucking plans for us. We’re going to be recording starting in like a week, and they set us up with a studio here so we don’t have to be away, and they’re going to pay us for that, and then in a couple months we start touring ourselves with some other bands from the label, and they have us lined up already for a couple festivals this summer after the album is released. And New York was great, we have to go there, so much going on, and the hotel was way more decent than I expected and it was in the Village, which was so cool, and I’m sorry, that was fucking rude, how are you?”

Laughing openly, Leah replied, “I’m good. But go on, I want to hear everything.”

Pausing for a moment, Leah heard Flame’s voice come through the phone softly. “I wish I could hold you tonight,” he said wistfully. “I’m so wound up.”

Sighing, Leah leaned back further into her pillows. “I know, baby,” she said soothingly. “I wish that, too. But I have school tomorrow, and you have work, and right now my parents really like you, so I don’t want to mess that up…”

“I know. I wasn’t trying to make you feel like you should come over; I just… I just love you. I want to share everything with you.” Flame was so happy with how things turned out in New York, but he still felt like something wasn’t right if Leah wasn’t with him to share it. “So are you coming by Friday?”

“Actually,” Leah replied. “My parents are out of town this weekend in DC, something to do with a case my dad’s working on and he’s taking my mom. Would you be interest in coming here instead? It’d be quieter.”

“Absolutely,” Flame sighed, but this time contentedly. “That sounds great, not having a million people around. Just you and me. Listen, I’ll let you get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Leah smiled. “And I’m so happy about everything, and I want you to tell me every little detail on Friday, okay?”

“Ok,” Flame agreed. “Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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Friday night finally came, and Flame arrived at Leah’s front door promptly at six. He had a pizza in one hand, flowers in the other, and a DVD tucked under his arm. “Hi, beautiful,” he said when Leah answered the door. “These are for you.”

“Thank you,” Leah said, taking the bouquet. “Sunflowers are my favorite. They’re beautiful.” She led Flame to the kitchen. She went to reach into one of the cupboards for a vase, but Flame dropped everything he had in his hands onto the table and grabbed Leah from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair.

Giggling, Leah turned around and draped her arms around Flame’s neck. “I missed you this week,” she said softly, looking up into his eyes.

“I missed you, too,” Flame told her and leaned down to kiss her.

The kiss was immediately deep and passionate, their mouths hungry for each other. Flame easily lifted Leah so that she was sitting on the counter, and he slid between her thighs. His hands moved to her face and neck, down her shoulders and arms, and back up again. As his mouth slid to her jawbone, her ear, and finally her neck, Leah moaned. “Want to go to my room?” she asked him, running her hands though his hair.

“God, yes, please” Flame begged. His mouth had already begun to wander down from her neck to her collarbone. He wasn’t sure why, but he was overcome with desire and needed to be close to Leah now. He helped her down from the counter and followed her upstairs.

Even though no one was home, Leah instinctively closed and locked the door behind them. As she turned back to Flame, he grasped her hand and pulled her to the bed. As they sat, Flame was already picking up where he had left off, kissing at her collarbone and pulling down the neck of her shirt.

Leah was enjoying how passionate Flame was being. She reached down and quickly pulled her shirt over her head, and then leaned back against the pillows, smiling at Flame as he looked at her.

Quickly kicking off his shoes, Flame rushed to lie down next to Leah. Leaning up on one elbow, he kissed her again, running his hand hungrily over her chest. He slid his hand under the fabric of her bra and felt her nipples growing hard from his touch. He leaned up and reached around her to unclasp her bra, helping her remove it. Looking into her green eyes bright with longing, Flame quickly slid off his own t-shirt. He leaned down to kiss Leah’s neck, letting his tongue slowly wander down her breast. Leah’s hands wandered to his hair and neck, rubbing him, encouraging him.

Sucking gently on Leah’s nipples, Flame heard her breathing heavily. He let his mouth wander over her stomach until he reached her jeans. Looking up for confirmation, Flame watched Leah nod, and he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, sliding them off her small frame, along with her underwear. Flame was now seated at the foot of the bed, and he began running his hands over Leah’s inner thighs. Her back arched slightly and Flame smiled. He knelt between Leah’s thighs and slowly began rubbing her with his hand. Leah involuntarily jumped, but smiled at Flame to ask him to continue.

Leah closed her eyes and concentrated on the way Flame was touching her body. He was being gentle, massaging her. Then she felt him slip a finger insider her, moving in and out a few times before adding another finger and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Leah let out a soft moan, and Flame sped up a little. Leah felt wonderful, and she felt herself pressing down against Flame’s hand. A moment later, though, it was gone and she opened her eyes.

Flame was lowering his head, but his eyes were still on her. “Is this okay?” he asked softly. He could tell Leah was nervous with this new endeavor, but she nodded, so he continued. He gently ran his tongue over Leah and reveled in tasting her. He used his hand to spread her slightly and began his attempt to please her. His tongue glided into her, his mouth surrounded her. Within a few moments, Leah’s breathing became very shallow and quick.

Watching Flame, Leah had originally been nervous. Now, though, all she felt was desire. Flame was sucking at her gently, his tongue sliding inside of her, his hand rubbing her thigh, and Leah was getting a little dizzy. She was feeling warmth as Flame continued, but when he moved his hand up to her clit and began rubbing it at the same time, Leah was overcome with want. She squeezed her eyes closed and began rhythmically pressing down against Flame’s mouth. She took her blanket in each hand, squeezing, and heard words escaping her mouth.

“God, Flame. Oh, God, that feels good. Oh, oh, oh…” And with one movement, Leah pressed herself hard against Flame’s hand and mouth as she began to tingle with pleasure. She felt heat and what seemed like a burst, a release, and she moaned loudly.

“That’s my girl,” Flame smiled as he slid up next to her. Leah opened her eyes and looked at his, which were dancing.

“So I just, I had a…” Leah looked at Flame for confirmation.

“Yes,” he grinned at her. “You just had an orgasm.”

Leah gazed at Flame’s beautiful face as her body began to recover. Flame was sweetly running his fingers lightly up her arm and watching her with contentment. But she could also feel him hard through his jeans. Leaning over, she began kissing him. “Thank you,” she whispered as Flame began kissing her neck again.

“I loved doing it,” Flame told her truthfully. “But would you still be up for… ?”

Leah giggled at the hope in his expression. “Of course,” she said. “Did you bring a condom?”

Reaching into his back pocket, Flame turned a little red as he pulled out half a dozen condoms.

“Expecting us to be busy tonight?” Leah smirked.

“Better safe than sorry, right?” Flame replied bashfully.