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Flirting 101
Leo loved his girlfriend. Loved her to the moon and back, he’d die for her, he’d kill for her. But most importantly he LOVED to get on your nerves and fluster the ever-living shit out of you.
The couch in the lair was usually occupied by more than one of my brothers. However, tonight my girlfriend and I had the lair all to ourselves. A rare but blessed occasion that has led to more than one make-out session on said couch. The thought made me chur in delight, snuggling deeper into your shoulder.
“You good Leon?” You asked, raising a brow, nails scraping gently on the scutes of his shell.
“Hm…” My eyes fluttered open looking at you with lidded eyes, “Você é meu mundo inteiro, sabia disso?”
“You know I don’t know what that means.” You tutted with a huff,
“Então você precisa estudar mais princesa.” I teased a smile lighting up on my features watching your brow furrow in concentration. I had been giving you lessons (mostly so we could shit-talk my family in front of them) and you had been learning at a decent pace. You’re dating me however and a ‘decent pace’ wasn’t good enough, I gave you a few more moments before an annoyed pout settled across your face.
“I am studying jackass!” You punched me lightly in the arm as I snickered.
"Não é forte o suficiente.” I paused a moment before grinning wildly, “Foi o que ela dissa.”
“You’re the worst boyfriend ever. To think I was gonna make out with you.”
“Hey, hey, hey, um momento.” I sat up suddenly, body tensing, this time you were snickering. “Seu pequeno pirralho.” I scoffed my arms wrapped around you protectively pulling you into my lap. I hummed softly reaching up and brushing your hair behind your ear enjoying the way you shivered under my touch.
“Is this your way of trying to make it up to me handsome?” You smiled softly, fingers drumming on his plastron.
“Hm…close.” I spoke once more in English, “let’s have a lesson.”
“A lesson? Now?” The whine that came out of your mouth was sinful, “really Leon?”
“You’re gonna like this lesson. Promise,” I winked teasingly, “Professor Leon has your back.”
“Oh yeah, professor?” You mused teasingly tilting your head to the side, “are you gonna fill me with your knowledge-“
“Ough boy.” I flushed and could feel the red pouring into my cheeks. “Not like that, senhor me dê forças.” I muttered under my breath before looking at you once more, “I’m gonna give you words and each time you get them right I’m gonna give you a kiss. I’ll slowly move up to sentences and the same rules apply.”
“Hm. I guess I can agree to those terms Blue.” You poked the tip of my snout lovingly causing me to chur once more in happiness. God was I lucky to have you, my beautiful princess. “When do we start?” I grinned cheekily leaning forward lips barely grazing your ear,
“Agora.” I purred out deeply in the way I knew would get you shivering.
“Easy. Means now, kiss please.”
I chuckled fondly, kissing the shell of your ear nipping lightly at the skin there. “boa menina,”
“C-cheater, that's two words.” I felt you shiver at the sensation of my breath on your neck.
“What does it mean? Hm?~”
“F-fuck Leo. Come on-“
“Tempo, princesa.”
“Don’t tell me times ticking dickhe-“ you let out a choked nose as I bit at the pulse point on your neck. I felt your nails dig slightly into the skin on my shoulders, I let out a pleased chirp in response. “Please this is torture, my lips are right here,” I heard you whine in frustration.
“Minha namô impaviente, não me faça te ensinar uma lição diferente.”
“LEONARDO.” You huffed in frustration, as I tossed my head back in laughter.
“Hm, sim? Estou ouvindo?”
You were silent for a few minutes, the cutest pout on your face that made me want to just devour you. You let out a shaky breath and in the worst Portuguese I’ve ever heard said,
“...por favor Léo? Só um b-beijo? para mim-m? Eu preciso de você…”
“Oh, my love I can always rely on you to butcher my native tongue.”
“OH SUCK MY DICK LEON! FUCK YOU! FODA-SE!”
“Aw, princesa don’t be like that!” I pulled you back into my plastron pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Eu te amo. Seriously, I love you.”
“Eu também te amo idiota.” You grumbled chasing my lips, I grinned cheekily,
“I’m your idiot though.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now I think there’s something else your oh-so-talented mouth should be doing.”
“Ah right of course.”
I promptly kissed you once more. You may not be the best speaker of my language but you certainly were the best girlfriend a mutant could ask for.