Leiha smirked as she leaned back against the wall. Her hips still tight against his, her eyes not leaving his. She licked her lips clean of his blood, a shiver running through her. The sound of his weapons hitting the floor told her he meant business. But before she could say anything to him his lips claimed hers. Her hands held on to him as if she couldn't get close enough. Her clothes being a pain in the ass at the moment.<br/><br/>Her body was easily lifted, her legs coming up against his side as he moved them. Her tongue danced with his not even caring that he was moving them. Her body straddled his as he came to sit on her bed. And the feeling of his rough hands sliding along her bare skin. When they finally parted so he could get her shirt of Leiha smiled, "No I haven't, but you haven't come back to my bed since that night. You know it kind of makes a girl feel bad." she said in a clearly teasing tone.<br/><br/>They time they spent teasing one another was like one long foreplay. Which meant that this was going to be a nearly explosive release as they gave in. She laughed pushing him back on the bed, her hands gripping his shirt and ripping it. She didn't care about replacing it later at the moment she was far to interested in the skin that laid beneath it. "Your the subordinate you should do all the work." she laughed and kissed him again. Even with saying that it was Leiha that treated him and the others less like guards or servants. She chalked it up to her young age, and the fact that she couldn't help but see more to the...and him. She moaned lightly as the kissed, her hands explored his chest. Her nipples ached as the fabric of her pale blue bra brushed against them.