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

[thedetails]

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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[thedetails]

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."

[cantbecontained]

"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."

[thedetails]

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.

[cantbecontained]

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?"

[thedetails]

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."