embarkation | maybe i'm a little bit over my head [for cantbecontained]

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maybe i'm a little bit over my head [for cantbecontained]

It had been a couple days since Myka had heard from Leonardo. She wasn't exactly concerned; they weren't dating, but they were friends and she tried to keep tabs on what was going on with him just so things didn't get awkward. Myka wasn't exactly the booty call kind.

But her collar was getting a little annoying and she missed his company, so Myka decided to show up unannounced at his place armed with a bottle of vodka and a smile. Her hair was pulled back in a controlled but still casual ponytail, and she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for him to answer the door. When he finally did, her smile brightened even more.

"Hey there, stranger."

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"Because you love me?" he asked his eyes wide and innocent. It was almost as if he needed her to love him. He'd never acted that way before. He'd never let himself ask for that. It was as if he'd put all his faith into God, because he hadn't felt he could put faith into mankind.

"Yeah," she said honestly. It wasn't a lie; Myka supposed because she had been given so little to love in her life she may give it away when she could a little too easily. But she loved the people in her life; her friends, her family. Leonardo was no different than that, and his wide-eyed innocence and fear didn't do much to not endear her to him more.

"So just... Trust me okay?" Tentatively she reached out and started to unbutton his shirt.

His hands went to stop her from opening his shirt and then suddenly stopped. He put them down by his side and stayed very still. It was hard to do, but he forced himself to let her have her way.

"I will, because you care for me. That will make it easier."

She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders gently. With just as gentle of a touch she ran her fingers across his chest, trying to get him used to the sensation of her skin against his quickly. Hopefully he wouldn't try to back out again.

"You remember how much fun we've had before doing this."

He shook as she touched him, but remained stubbornly hard, aching for more. His face was grey with hints of red around the edges of his ear. It didn't seem that he was liking it, but everything onto his body was showing otherwise. Even his nipples were hard as little pebbles.

"I feel only guilt when I think of them. How I treated you was appalling."

Myka's eyes raked down his body, knowing from his reactions that he needed this. She'd nearly let her own pride kill her, albeit by different means. She wasn't about to let him do the same, especially if this was a curse.

"If you want, I can treat you the same way," she teased. "Even the odds."

"Treat me as you wish," he said his hands twitching to touch her, but he kept them still. His own desires were growing and he didn't wish to have them know. Perhaps there was something different he could do

Myka tilted her head, reaching out to unbutton his pants. She moved closer to him, her mouth hovering only inches from his as she peeled back his trousers.

Her breath caught as she slid her palm down his stomach, her fingers working slowly into his pants until she brushed against his cock gently.

His hips bucked upwards and gasped at the contact. It was like the first time all over again. His body had never felt this intense again.

"Oh, please forgive me," he said his eyes tightening.

Myka shifted forward, barely brushing her lips against his, her breath hot against his lips. She moved her hand over him again, teasing and grasping gently.

"There's nothing to forgive," she reminded him gently. "We're not doing anything wrong."

Her hand was doing wonders, both for his collar and as it came to pleasing him. He let out a soft, loving sigh and then nodded.

"Say it again, that you love me, say that you'd marry me if things were different," he said needing the soft reassurances. None of this was wrong under God if either of them had a wedding ring after all. Engaged almost counted and it eased his mental suffering.

"If things were different..." she let her voice peter off, hoping that he took it as a agreement instead of hesitation. Maybe if things were different it could have been a possibility, something down the road. But even Myka knew that Da Vinci was not exactly the marrying type. She leaned in and kissed him, moving her hands to work his pants down his hips. "I do love you," she assured him gently.

He lifted his hips to help her get them off. His cheeks flushed as he realized what he'd done, but her assurance calmed him a bit. His hand still shook though as he undid his shoes and kicked them off as wells.

"I love you too. I'd have you as my wife if only I had the chance. We'd be together under the sight of God."

"Believe me, I'm doing you a huge favor by not going through with the marriage thing," she muttered, pulling off her own pants as she waited for him to wrestle with his shoes. She crawled on top of him on the bed, straddling him and running her hands down his chest.

"You know... If you want a loophole about the sex, I know of a couple other things you like," she teased, brushing her curly hair out of her face. There were plenty of ways they could both loosen their collars without going all the way, so to speak.

"You mean sodomy," he said looking appalled, "There is a reason the twin cities of sin were burnt to ash, Miss Bering. It's acts like that ushered in their damnation. Do not try and tempt me into them or I will have to rethink all of this."

Myka tried not to laugh at him. Generally she would have been much more respectful about this kind of thing but - this was Da Vinci. Coming from him it was more like a joke.

"Okay, okay, forget I mentioned it," she said, dropping down and running her lips over his neck. "We can just do it the old fashioned way. You want the light off? Maybe we should put a sheet between us and cut a little hole in it, just to be safe."

He looked like he was deeply considering the sheet idea. He shook his head though.

"The lights off yes, but the sheet won't help. We'll still be sinning, but only it'll be harder. I do wish to get this over with as...painlessly as possible. Do we have to....reach the end or will simply starting do the job. Do you know?"

Sighing, Myka sat back up. This was becoming more and more difficult for her, because she didn't want to force him into anything as much as she knew this wasn't him.

"Yeah, we both have to come," she informed him, her voice flat. "You know..." She leaned back. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. I was just kind of under the impression that you... Liked me. And also that you didn't particularly want to get strangled to death, either."

"I do like you," he said smiling at her, wishing this was easier for him. Watching her be upset was harder than dealing with his guilt. He put his hands on her face and leaned forward, moving in for a kiss.

"And I do prefer breathing."

Myka kissed him liesurely, lowering him back down onto the bed. She slipped off her shirt in the meantime, figuring he wouldn't argue with her this time, and cast it aside.

"Then let me take care of you," she said softly, dropping her mouth so she could trail kisses down his chest.

He felt as if he shouldn't be looking at her chest, but his eyes still went there. She really was beautifully built.

"What..." he said gasping at the contact, "What should I do?"

Myka took his hands and gently pressed them against her stomach, leading his palms up to the slope of her breasts, encouraging him to touch her.

"You've done this before," she reminded him gently. "Just do that."

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