<em>Leo and Danica, at his house</em><br/><br/>Leo watched her bite her lip with a sort of feral glee. The emotions that Danica had were so pure--raw. Not to mention that her presence usually helped keep his demons at bay...except when she helped them exercise. He smiled at her, showing his teeth anyway, and then began to stroke her breast idly while he decided how to put things.<br/><br/>His free hand had a mind of its own, and went to her neck, running his thumb up and down the side of her throat. "I..." it was awkward for him to say this, he wasn't used to<em>asking</em>for anything. Even in the roundabout way he was about to. "I want you to be mine. My Old Lady."