Author: Maeve

Spoilers: nada

Disclaimer: they’re not mine! NBC, WB, and Aaron Sorkin have them stashed away because I wouldn’t give them back the last time.

Rating: NC17  …hide the children’s eyes! Good lord, they’d be scarred for life. And if you don’t like the hussy stuff, don’t read this. If you like the hussy stuff, we’ll be great friends.

AN: Giggle…okay wow. This is a tribute to Richard Gere cuz the entire time Kells and I were watching Pretty Woman, we were giggling at the comparisons of Edward and Leo. Also, because Lee said well written smut was a necessary evil. (okay so I said that but she agrees with me I’m sure)

And…cuz Kells and I made a deal to each write some NC17 stuff. And I went first. Now she has to post hers…ha!

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            He let his eyes close, dropping ‘Fur Elise’ off his fingers and onto the ivory keys. He let the notes fall from memory to fingers to sound, without much of a thought. Leo sighed into the repetition, dropping his head softly as he hit the lower tones, his breath following the tempo. It was the music that did this…just silenced his soul.

The music and her.

            He knew she was there by the smell of her skin, fresh and clean. The soft smell of soap hung in the air, damp shampoo and body lotion. He knew by the heat behind him that she was close. Leo didn’t stop playing, just moved his hands along the keys of the Grand, letting another sigh dip off his lips.

He made a soft noise of pleasure when her fingers tripped over his shoulder, stroking his neck softly as he rolled in Beethoven. He felt Margaret slide her hands along his shoulders, and down over his chest, her front pressing heat against his cotton covered back. He pulled a long breath, finishing the last notes of the song, using the drop of his wrist to heavy the end of the tune.

“You’re upset.” She commented gently.

“A little.” He answered, swallowing and tinkering a jazz number with his right hand. His other hand lifted to thread his fingers into hers, drawing her farther over his shoulders. He dropped into her chest, reveling the feeling of her front crushed into his back.

“Any way I could make it better?” she asked softly, pressing her lips close to his ear.

            Leo shivered against her back, his hand suddenly pausing over the keys. He blinked and swallowed hard, warmth tingling through him when her fingers slid back up his chest, moving against him in gentle comfort.

“I could think of a few ways.” He answered slowly, tilting his head gently to press against hers. She kissed his ear in return, her breath fluttering warmly against his skin. Leo shuddered, a flash of heat moving through him, straight to his lower half. He gave her a soft moan when her lips dropped down his neck, teasing gently on his skin.

“Come here.” He tugged hard on her hand, his feet shoving the bench back a few more inches as he pulled her around, and between him and the piano.

            He caught first glance at her as she rounded the piano bench, moving between his knees. There was warm black silk, heavy on her white skin, and he knew she had some damned seduction planned.

He was okay with it.

Leo slid his hands up, stroking her hips and running his fingers over her silk nightgown. As he pulled her closer, he pressed his forehead against her stomach, relaxing as her hands stroked over his neck and shoulders again. The fingertips of one hand rounded the shell of his right ear and he groaned softly. The other hand was massaging his neck in gentle circles. She was using his weaknesses to her advantage.

He was okay with that too.

“I love the idea of you in front of the piano.” She whispered softly, and he lifted his head, his face still close to her stomach, breath warming her through the silk.

“I love the idea of you on top of the piano.” He ground out in that deep bedroom voice that made her melt.

            Margaret shivered, knowing it wasn’t about to be a one sided bewitchment. Her hands gripped tight on his shoulders, holding her body upright after his heavy comment. His eyes were dark after saying it, and she moaned softly. Leo caught the sound and stood fast, pulling her hard into his arms.

“I take it you do too.” He smirked cockily.

“Oh you’re terrible.”

He dropped his eyes over soft silk and freshly scrubbed skin, “And you’re blushing.”

            Her skin was pink, and her chest was moving faster than usual, pulling small quick breaths. He watched her shiver under his scrutiny, and he worked his eyes back up. At the same time, his hands slid up her waist, dragging at silk.

“I tend to do that when you say things…like that.” She murmured nervously.

            He grinned mischievously, a chuckle on his lips. His laugh was full of breath and his ego had gotten just a little bigger…knowing what he knew.

She was a light touch when it came to making love with him.

He’d figured on her being a little more...reserved. He’d figured wrongly. She was fire with him, smoldering and just as burning as the color of her hair. He suddenly realized exactly what it was about redheads. Or rather his redhead in particular.

“Like what?” he purred softly, his hands hitting the sides of her chest, grazing her breasts.

“Stop it with the voice.” She demanded, her eyes blinking shut as she lifted her hands to his neck.

Leo chuckled, dropping a kiss to her throat. “What voice?”

“The voice that could turn on a rock.” She whispered, pressing tighter against his hips.

He smirked against her skin, dropping his tone intentionally husky, “As long as it turns you on.”

“Again with the voice,” she shivered, “it kills me Leo. You just say something and I can’t even breathe for Christ’s sake. You really need to - ”

“Yeah you,” he said gently, “not so much here…with the babbling and all. Just shush and let me talk.”

            Her entire chest heaved at his words, and he grinned wide. His blood suddenly gave a heady rush across his entire body and he hauled her up against him, slipping his hands over black silk and white skin. Black and white…the piano.

Sweet Jesus the piano.

He’d show her a seduction.

“The piano.” He whispered, sure to use that voice she’d been babbling about. He heard her whimper and knew it’d had the effect he’d wanted it so badly to have.

            The desire soaked into his brain as her body shifted hard against his, her arms sliding up around his neck. He groaned softly when her mouth fell hard on his, her hips pressing insistently into his groin, forcing him to shudder against her. He locked his hands on her waist, moving her back against the piano. The harsh sound of her body hitting the ivories did nothing but lift his senses another ten notches. The moan she dropped into his mouth just made him want even more of her up against that black and white.

“Wait.” Her breath dropped hard, and he moved his head, pressing his forehead hard to hers as she shuddered out words.

“Hmm?”

“You’re not talking to me now.”

“I can’t kiss you because it keeps me from talking?” he demanded.

            She lifted pouty lips and a pair of liquid eyes, begging him softly with a whimper. Leo dropped his head, pressing his face into her shoulder. His lips pressing kisses to the alabaster white skin.

“Baby.” His word whined a bit.

“Yeah,” she murmured, “Not that voice.”

“Okay,” he dropped register, “Just shut up Margaret and kiss me. I’m not gonna cater to your fetishes.”

She shivered, “Oh…yeah that one.”

He grinned; knowing it would do the trick. He purposefully stroked his hands hard up her sides, pulling the silk with him as he kissed her raggedly. His leg slipped between her thighs, still pushing her back against the keys, making quick noises into the room. She moaned against him, and he pressed her body back, laying her across the front of the piano. Her back arched hard when he slid his fingers on bare thighs, teasing her skin. She was pressed between him and the drastic white keys, her black silk swimming before him. Her body shoved up high enough on the ledge, to give him access to anything he wanted, but he held her tightly in support.

“Tell me you’re not naked under there.” He ground out, a groan already sliding off his lips.

She just laughed and the sound stroked a hard strike of desire straight down his form. He leaned over her, letting his lips hit her stomach, pressing against the silk, his fingers still inching up the outside of her thighs to her hips.

“Sweet Jesus you are.” His body was so damn tight, and she was just making it worse. Her laughter and the way her body was languid and relaxed over the musical instrument. It was killing him from the inside out.

Killing him quickly.

            He inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to shake away the smell of her skin. He was breathing harder than she was, and it proved he was losing his control. With a tug, he slid her down, closer against his body, still leaning her against the keys. He smirked at the glance of surprise on her face when she dropped hard, a smashing of notes as she hit the keys. His hand fell, skidding against the cloth that held fast between them.

“Let’s keep this on.” He whispered, nuzzling his lips against the strap on one of her shoulders.

            Her body snapped hard when he slipped one hand up the inside of her thighs, brushing a tingle against her skin. He knew he was frustrating her with his teasing, so he kept stroking the soft insides of her thighs, drinking in the massive growl that tripped off her lips.

“Patience.” He murmured.

“Leo?” she begged, her voice near silence. Her hand banged hard on the piano, resounding a harsh clang of notes. He felt her lift a knee up, shifting in massive frustration. Her body shivered under his and he complied, touching her softly. Her entire body arched into him, and he studied her in soft pleasure.

She was so beautiful.

            He played her body gently, watching her moan softly; her hands ringing his shirt as he stroked his fingers between her thighs. Her lips were apart and he dropped his mouth to her chest, whispering soft encouragement into her silk laden skin. The soft sound that dropped from her throat urged him faster with his fingers.

“Just take it Margaret,” he whispered softly, nipping her breasts through the silken sheer. “Baby, just reach out and take it. You’re so close.”

            She let out a deep moan as he urged her closer, bringing her fast to an end. He smiled, the other hand stroking down her throat and brushing over her breasts, pressing hard between them as he still touched her hard. She shivered against his hands, making a low moan to match his honeyed words.

“Leo.”

“Just take it.”

“Oh god Leo.” Her hand gripped tighter, bringing him fast to her. She kissed him hard, dropped a deep moan into his lips and letting her body snap hard against his hand. He kissed her in return. He was still touching as she arched hard, a strangled cry off her mouth as the kiss broke. She hit her peak hard, shivering and vulnerable in his arms.

“That’s it baby.” His mouth was trailing warm kissed down her throat and she tried her relax her shuddering breath. “That’s it.”

“You’re such a bastard.” She murmured, voice still rushed with pleasure and breath.

His eyes matched hers sharply, “What?”

            She moaned, sliding her hands up around his neck, sliding a knee up and pressing into his hand. She was slowly recovering from her height and he snapped his eyes hard against hers.

“Margaret?”

“I wanted you to go first.” She whimpered, pouting gently. He knew very suddenly that she had recovered much faster than he’d thought she would.

He smiled shyly, “Sorry to disappoint you baby.”

She laughed, kissing him chastely, “Oh no you’re not.”

“No,” he slid his fingers from between her thighs, letting both his hands stroke at her waist, “I’m not.”

“So,” she teased his chest, stroking over it then running her hands back up his neck. “It’s your turn.”

            He shuddered in hard lust, sliding his eyes closed lazily as her hips hit his groin hard. He slipped his hands up her body, leaving the silk in place as he rested his hands playfully at her sides, grazing the outsides of her breasts, moving teasingly in circles. He let his thumbs brush over her breasts, skidding past her silk covered skin. She grabbed his hands, stopping them.

“Leo,” she scolded, “You’re turn.”

“Please don’t get that authoritative thing going…cuz I gotta say Margaret…the things it does to my body…” he let it go, studying her flushed skin and the fingers she had gripping up his hands. He dropped his eyes to her heaving chest, finding her breasts tight and wavering against the silk.

“You,” she pointedly glanced at him in aggression, “Don’t touch. Understood?”

“Margaret.” His body tightened, chest suddenly very hard before her.

“No.” she told him, no nonsense. “You don’t get to touch anymore until I tell you.”

“Please don’t do this.” The words were entirely betrayed by the glint of lust in his eyes, and the fact his waist was inching closer and closer.

“Am I understood?” she placed his hands behind her on the piano ledge, and slowly looked up to find him swallowing hard.

He blinked in heavy lidded laziness, “Yes ma’am.”

            He shivered under her warm hands when she started to unbutton his shirt, her own hips shifting against the piano keys, making a soft racket. He moved his arms as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and dropped it to the bench.

“Undershirt too.” She murmured attention on his clothes. Still her knee was sliding teasingly up and down his thigh, making him growl at her complacence. He moved his hands to touch her thigh and she snapped him a glare.

“No.” she tossed.

“Margaret.” He whined.

“Nope.” She leaned in, pressing warm kisses to his jaw, her hands pulling up his t-shirt. “I mean you’d think this was getting to you.”

He groaned softly, lifting his arms as she pulled off the shirt. He suddenly snapped a breath when her hands ran fast down his flushed skin.

“I mean,” he shuddered out a whimper when her kisses dropped down his chest, “you’re acting like a horny teenager with his girlfriend in the backseat. All hands and no…”

“Damn it Margaret”

“No seduction.” She murmured, making him straighten. Her knee hit its target and he snapped closer into her, a cross between pain and lust crossing his face.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” she laughed, “Touch what you want.”

            He moved her fast and hard against the piano, the sound becoming a fitting accompaniment to their tortuous ways. He was kissing her deep, stroking hard against her breasts, flickering over her nipples in a teasing manner. She whimpered into his mouth at the sudden roughness in his movements and he reigned himself in a bit, his hands still pressing hard into her. He pinched softly, gaining back some of the teasing she’d rendered.

“Oh god.” Her breath faltered as his mouth dropped swiftly down her throat.

            He smiled at the sound and kept moving, kissing her skin softly. He hadn’t realized where her hands were slipping until they tugged at his pants. He shifted, letting her have easier access to the button as he still stroked over her selfishly. He was caught up in the scent of her skin when her hands finally slipped somewhere between skin and pants. He lurched against her, suddenly feeling all the blood in his body rush south.

“Not yet baby.” He begged.

“Why?” her eyes matched his and she blinked at an arch when he squeezed her breasts in his fingers. She shivered under his tapping thumbs, her hand still pressing warmly into his pants.

“Just,” he sighed, “Wait.”

            Quickly he slid his hands down, pulling on her hips. He nodded and let her finish with his pants, shifting them off his hips. Sliding everything off his waist. Her eyes lifted back to his, and he found thick points of lust in her glance. Her lips were pursed tightly.

“Now.” She whispered.

“Now.” He agreed with a smile.

            As he kissed her, he pulled her hips up hard, sliding her lithe body onto the inky blackness of the piano. She arched her back, relaxing on the cool wood. He leaned over; sliding to meet her, not a word on his lips. Their teasing was gone, in a sudden rush of breath out of the room. He’d not taunt her with this; this was too intimate for the both of them. She was vulnerable in the position he placed her in, and he knew it. There was no humour in his glance as he gently looked to her, his hands stroking softly up and down her thighs. Just love.

“You sure about the - ”

“Don’t get all shaky on me now Leo.” She whispered softly, stroking up his arms as he leaned in. He shivered his eyes closed as her hand dropped, touching him carefully. Leo growled low in his throat, feeling her tighten her touch. A wave of tingles washed over his skin, forcing his skin to tighten.

“Margaret.” His tone wavered as her hand squeezed him tightly in her fingers. “Just - ”

“Shhh…” she stroked harder and he knew – knew he had to do it soon. If he didn’t he would never last.

“Stop.” He gripped her wrist, lifting shy eyes. “Wait for me here.”

She smirked, “Patiently.”

“Smartass.” He mumbled, slowly stroking along her body, pulling her hips down to meet his. She laughed into his ear, slipping down off the ledge of the piano, and lifting one knee up his side. He stroked his hand along the thigh and hitched her leg up.

“Okay.” He whispered, “Okay.”

            Her hand slid down to stroke and pull softly, making him shiver and moan as he pushed his face into her hair, one hand still rubbing on a nipple, as the other hitched her leg around his waist. He felt her tighten her body and knew exactly why. She pulled at his waist, taking him deeply into her body with a heavy dropped moan. She whimpered a moment, stopping – then arching to take him in.

“Slow…you need to go slow.” He offered carefully.

“No.” she told him gently. “We’re not doing this slow. We’re doing this fast, and hard.”

“Margaret.” He shuddered a sigh against her, dropping his breath in between her breasts. “I want this to last.

“It will Leo,” she murmured, tugging him closer, “Just not with me on a piano huh?”

            He laughed gently, pausing fast when her hips tightened. With a heavy breath and her name dropping of his lips he hauled her legs up around his waist, thrusting fast against her. The moan that tumbled off her lips was deep from her chest, and her eyes were closed tight, chin up and chest arched. The breath rushed off his lips. She was so perfect…just perfectly formed. Her body clicking with his like, like pieces just fitting. He was astounded by her skin and breasts and voice and eyes. By her long elegant legs slipped about his waist. Her body was his absolution. She was the one thing he could find safety in. And he did.

            He let her moan, his mouth ragged against her throat as he pumped into her, pushing both of them fast towards an edge they been creeping towards all evening. Her fingers were scraping along his back, her nails digging in when he changed the angle, deeper against her body. She called out softly, a cross of pleasure and pain, her thighs tightening on his waist. Leo’ s hands were running hard up and down her hips and sides; dragging his hands over the silk and letting his mouth find hers as he pumped harder.

“Finish it Leo.” Her hushed whisper was thick on his ear, and he turned his head, forcing her mouth to take his, forcing his tongue to press hers insistently.

            With a few deep thrusts, long and teasing, he had her shivering in his arms, raw nerves and quick moans. He caught every noise with his lips, and dropped his hands between her thighs, urging her on with his fingers. His touching was what finished her climb. He shuddered when she exploded in his arms, knowing he was just as close as she had been.

He just needed…god he need her mouth.

“Kiss me damn it.” He growled and she complied in a dizzy stupor.

            Her body tightened up around him, squeezing him as he stroked into her, and her mouth met his, her tongue mimicking his hips. That did it. He let out a strangled call as he finished with her, letting himself go and fall inside her. The piano sang out beneath them, but neither noticed.

“Oh god…I love you.”

She giggled against his ear, stroking up and down his back and he finished, resting and finally relaxing into her.

“You’re only saying that because I let you make love to me on a piano.” She commented, her fingers moving up to brush his cheek. He slowly, carefully disentangled their bodies.

“No.” he murmured heavy.

Margaret looked up, “I know baby. I love you too.”

He smiled, “Although sex on a piano…damn you’re hot.”

He slid her down into his lap as he dropped to the bench. She laughed softly, clutching tight into his arms. Their breathing was starting to slow, and he was nuzzling into her hair.

She laughed gently, “I know. I could say the same about you.”

He kissed her as he looked up, tucking her hair back, “Yeah…let’s just not say it in front of Jed Bartlet, I’d never live it down.”

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