Bailey - July 6th
We went on our first real-ish date last night.
I’m going to romanticize it by writing it like a scene in a book again because…
well, I figure when I look back at this diary years from now, I’ll have all the details right.
Or as best as an amateur-ish writer who frequents fanfic sites could do it.
And I want all the details. It was too good to skip anything.
Leon wouldn’t tell me where we were going, just said he wanted somewhere quiet. Somewhere we could be truly alone. My pulse skipped erratically all day knowing I’d have him all to myself. I even fumbled some orders at work during the lunch rush, which I never do.
Finally, around five, Mom and Dad announced that someone left a gift card to their favorite restaurant on the table for them but it expired that night. That they were sorry but we were fending for ourselves, before they practically ran out the door.
Jasper was kind of hanging around all day, saying his old football injury was acting up… just being generally grumpy. Damon wasn’t around, so he was probably just bored.
I don’t know what kind of miracle worker Leon is, but about two minutes after Mom and Dad left, Jasper got a call that one of his hookups got her shift covered and she could actually come over after all, and that she was on her way.
I’ve never seen my brother bolt downstairs so fast, not sparing a glance at me or Leon.
“You’re a wizard,” I told him, as he watched his handiwork unfold from the kitchen table, arms crossed over his chest, showing off his perfect inked forearms.
“If it takes a bit of magic to get you all to myself, then I’ll abracadabra all day.”
He gestured for me to come to him without speaking, just slowly crooking his finger. When I got to him, he pulled me onto his lap, my chest pressed against his, my arms wrapped around his neck. “Are you ready for our date, beautiful?”
I nodded, probably looking like an idiot with how big I was smiling. His fingers traced a path along my back and God, that small touch felt so good. “Ready to tell me where we’re going yet?”
“You’ll see soon enough.” He stood up, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing, before setting me back on my feet. He grabbed a sweatshirt from the hook by the door. His favorite sweatshirt. “Here, put this on for me.”
It smelled so good, like a hint of his cologne. Warm and cedar-like mixed with something that I could only describe as Leon smell, safe and masculine and comfort all at once.
Then we slipped out, hand in hand.
His motorcycle was waiting in the driveway, and my stomach flipped when he handed me a helmet.
“You trust me?” he asked with that mischievous smile, the one where only a corner of his lip quirks up.
My heart banged against my ribs—part nerves, part pure excitement. “Always.”
The minute I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, I understood why people became addicted to this. There’s something so intimate about it. Something I couldn’t explain. He started the bike, and I felt the vibrations through my entire body.
I took a deep breath, clutching him closer as he pulled out onto the street.
“You okay?” he called loud enough for me to hear.
I couldn’t find words, so I just squeezed him tighter.
I was more than okay. Riding with him was incredible.
The wind whipped against my face even through the helmet, and there was something wild and intoxicating about racing down those back roads with nothing but Leon’s solid warmth anchoring me.
Every curve had my pulse spiking, not from fear but from this incredible rush of freedom.
After about fifteen minutes, he turned down a narrow dirt road I’d never seen before. I had to squeeze my thighs around Leon and tighten my grip from the steady upward climb. When we finally crested the hill and he cut the engine, I could see why he’d brought me here.
The clearing was perfection. A little oasis tucked away from everything and everyone, overlooking the valley below. He’d already been here. There was a blanket spread under a beautiful oak tree, weighed down with a picnic basket and two battery-powered lanterns we’d used for camping as kids.
“Leon,” I breathed, pulling off my helmet. “When did you do all this?”
“Today, while you were at work.” He cast his gaze toward the ground, running his hand through his hair. “Is it too much? I know it’s not exactly a proper restaurant, and you deserve that, but—”
I silenced him by standing on my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissing him softly. “It’s perfect. I love it.”
We got comfortable on the blanket, Leon with his back against the tree and me settled between his legs, my head resting on his chest. He was so freaking sweet and thoughtful with what he’d packed.
My favorite sandwich—turkey and swiss on wheat bread with mayo and just a dab of dijon.
Exactly how I like it. Cookies from the bakery in town, and a bottle of wine.
He’d brought sodas too, but figured he’d give me the option. I chose the wine. My nerves needed it.
The funny thing was, he seemed nervous too, like he wanted to make everything perfect. But just being here with him was all I needed.
We talked about everything and nothing as the sky darkened.
His childhood in London with his mom and grandparents, my dreams of teaching kids how to read and why it meant so much to me.
Lighter stuff too, like stupid stories about Jasper and Damon and the crazy shit they pulled at school.
I felt like I could tell him anything, which was completely new for me.
Usually I’m the one listening, making sure everyone else feels heard, but Leon actually wanted to know me—asked questions, seemed genuinely interested.
Sounds pathetic that those little things were such a shock, but I guess I’ve always been okay with staying in the background.
After we finished eating, we laid back on the blanket, my head nestled in the crook of his arm as we watched the first stars appear.
I traced patterns on his chest while his arm tightened around my waist. Even though every inch of me ached for him, I also felt this deep sense of peace.
I didn’t feel rushed to take things further, like I’d lose his attention if I didn’t immediately put my hand down his pants. Again, something totally new for me.
That’s when I noticed the first tiny flicker of light dancing near the edge of the clearing.
“Look,” I whispered, sitting up slightly. “Fireflies.”
More lights began blinking in and out between blades of tall grass, like someone scattered a handful of twinkle lights that moved on their own. Leon shifted beneath me to take a better look.
“We don’t have these in England,” he murmured, watching as more and more appeared. “Just glowworms, and they’re pretty rare.”
“Glowworms?” I asked. “I’d like to see those one day.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I bet I can make that happen. Wizard, remember?”
“I should come up with a better list of requests if it’s that easy,” I said with a laugh.
He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. “Anything you want, it’s yours.”
Almost like he summoned it with his words, a firefly fluttered close enough for him to catch in his cupped hands. We watched it glow between the cracks of his fingers, but when I looked up, Leon’s gaze was fixed on me.
“What is it?” I asked, rubbing my hand across my forehead. “Do I have something on my face?”
He opened his palm and released the firefly into the night, keeping his eyes on me.
“You’re like them, you know. Beautiful and peaceful, lighting up everything around you without even trying.
Except I’d never want to catch you or put you in a jar.
That would take away how amazing it is to watch you dance around, bringing your glow to the rest of the world.
Not because you feel obligated to, but because it’s who you are.
I’m happy to sit back and be awed by your presence. So fucking lucky.”
“Leon… I don’t even know what to say to that.
I…” Tears sprang at the corner of my eye, as he pulled me in for a kiss.
I didn’t need words, the way my lips met his, my tongue sliding between his teeth, carefully tasting him, said everything I was thinking.
I sucked his bottom lip, until he moaned against my mouth. And God, my body was electric.
His hands roamed over my back, gliding up into my hair so he could angle my face and deepen the kiss. I touched him greedily, losing the timidness I usually felt. Under his shirt, smoothing along the ridges of his abs. He was so hot, I felt like I was dreaming.
“Bailey,” he groaned as I slid my fingers over his nipple. I did it again, this time pinching gently. “Fuck.”
He rolled us, so I was flat on my back and he hovered over me, taking in my flushed cheeks and the quick rise and fall of my chest. I watched as he caught his breath, loving the effect I had on him. It made me bold enough to raise my hips, seeking out the friction I needed.
“Please,” I whispered.
His eyes seemed to darken as he took me in. Full of as much want and need as I was. His jaw clenched tight like he was trying to fight some internal battle and failing.
“Christ,” he said, his voice rough. “You have no idea what you do to me. How fucking beautiful you are right now.”
His thumb slowly traced along my bottom lip. I swear his hand trembled slightly, like touching me was almost too much, like he was overwhelmed by whatever he was feeling.
“I want to memorize every inch of you,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips, then my jaw. “Is that okay?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak coherent words.
He took his time, kissing along my neck, pausing to suck gently until I gasped. He moved lower, pressing kisses to my collarbone through the fabric of his sweatshirt. When his hands found the hem, he looked up at me questioningly.
“Yes,” I breathed, and all traces of nervousness evaporated.
He lifted the sweatshirt over my head, and for a moment he just stared, like he was trying to burn the image of me like this into his memory. Then his mouth was on my skin, kissing and tasting his way down my body in a way that was nothing short of worship.
“So perfect,” he murmured against me. “So fucking perfect.”
My entire body was on fire, pulsing, thrumming with need. And when he reached the top of my jeans, I didn’t wait for him to ask. My hands were there, unbuttoning, tugging them as far down as I could. “Leon, please…”
I don’t even know what I was asking for, just something to quell the aching need. One touch and I’d be over the edge.
He pulled my pants all the way off, taking his time as his hands glided along my thighs, planting a slow path of kisses along my hip bones. I was about to start begging when he finally drifted a finger over my center, so light I barely felt the touch.
“You soaked these panties for me, Firefly. Do you want to know what I’m thinking?”
Another slow pass of his finger, barely lingering over my clit. I moaned, not giving a shit if I sounded as desperate as I felt. My heart hammered against my ribs, every nerve ending screaming for release.
“I’m thinking about how sweet you’ll taste when you come for me.”
“Please,” I begged again. His expression looked raw, almost pained, as he rolled his lip ring between his teeth and slipped his index finger into the seam of my panties.
I gasped again, trying to hold still, but failing miserably.
He took his time, watching my face as he decided exactly how he wanted to unravel me.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled the fabric to the side. “Fuck,” he whispered, and swallowed hard as he drunk me in. “I’ve been dreaming about this, about you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
Finally, he slid a finger between my soaked folds, and stroked my clit gently. “Oh God, Leon, please.”
He brought his finger to his lips and slid it into his mouth, like he was savoring the taste while torturing us both with anticipation. “So fucking sweet.”
He lowered himself until his face was just inches from my center. I’d never felt so desired before, so completely needed.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, yeah? I want this to be perfect for you.”
“Yes—Ooh my God. Oh fuck—”
My words dissolved into a stream of moans as his tongue found my clit, pressing and swirling exactly where I needed him most. It didn’t take long before every one of my muscles began to tighten, that climb of pleasure building and building.
Then he added a finger, slipping it inside me, and stroking in rhythm with his tongue.
“So close… don’t stop.”
He lapped faster, his finger matching the same relentless pace.
Within seconds, total euphoria washed over me. My body shook as the most intense orgasm of my life slammed into me, my scream of pleasure echoing through the clearing. I didn’t care—it felt too good. He felt too good.
He kept going, sucking gently at my clit, drawing every last second of bliss out of me until I couldn’t take anymore. Then he adjusted my underwear and kissed his way back up my body, eyes glassy, lips glistening.
Staring down at me with the most reverent smile, he said, “That was worth every second of waiting. You’re incredible.”
I drifted my hands down to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as I tried to catch my breath. “Your turn,” I whispered, as I worked to undo his button.
He caught my hands gently, bringing them up to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Let’s slow down, love.”
“But I want to—You made me feel so good, I should—”
“Tonight was about you.” He traced his thumb over my bottom lip while he looked at me with the most tender expression. “About showing you how incredible you are. I don’t need anything else right now.”
“Are you sure? I mean, you must be—”
He silenced me with a soft kiss. “I’m more than sure. Watching you fall apart for me was fucking perfect. There’s no rush, love. We have all the time in the world.”
The way he said it, so genuinely, made my throat tight with emotion. I’d never been with someone who didn’t expect something in return, who seemed more concerned with my pleasure than his own.
“Okay,” I whispered, settling back against his chest as he pulled me close.
We laid there for what felt like hours afterward, just holding each other and watching the fireflies dance around us. I felt like I was glowing just as bright as they were. I never want this summer to end.