The Little Maid's Lap Promotion
The sunlight, golden as honey, streamed into the study, lighting motes of dust which danced slowly in the still air.
Leon moved further into the room, the door closing softly behind him. Aria peered up from the parchment, her dainty fingers still holding the edges as her violet, wide eyes met his.
He smiled.
Not the smile of a lord or a warrior.
But the kind of smile that promised trouble—teasing, dangerous, irresistible.
"You're always so diligent, little maid."
Aria blushed, her breath hitching slightly. "I-I… just doing my duty, Lord Leon…"
She didn't step away as he approached. Her gaze lowered shyly, but her body remained rooted to the spot. She had grown used to his presence—perhaps even longed for it.
Leon halted before her, their bodies mere inches apart. His hand moved slowly, intentionally, sweeping a lock of hair from her cheek. "You look like you're going to run again."
"I—I'm not," she breathed, even as her hands shook a little. Her pulse was erratic, her blush intensifying.
He leaned in, his lips against her ear. "Liar."
She hadn't had time to respond before he kissed her—gentle at first, then more intensely.
Her lips quivered beneath his, but she didn't move away.
She never did.
Her fingers clutched his robe as the kiss intensified, mouths parting slightly. His tongue intruded—gentle, teasing, then insistent—seeking hers in a dance of ownership. She responded hesitantly, shy but hungry, their tongues twirling, probing, tasting.
A low growl rumbled up from her throat, her knees sagging.
Leon's fingers slipped down to her waist, embracing her expansive hips. He pinched them softly, then caressed, enjoying the warmth that seethed out from her skin. She trembled against him, breaking the kiss for a brief moment by breathing.
"Haa. Lord Leon…"
He gazed into her eyes, as breathless as she was, a faint smile on his lips. "You blush so readily. So delicate. So warm. I wonder if I could just take you over my desk right now."
"Ah—!" Her entire body shocked, her face flushing crimson.
She stepped back, obviously intent on fleeing, but his arms closed around her waist, pinning her in place.
"Don't run," he breathed, pressing his face to her neck. "You always attempt to, but you never actually want to."
"I-I don't know what to…" she whispered, eyelids twitching.
"Then don't say anything. Just sense," he said.
But her palms pressed against his chest, soft but firm, not in dismissal, but by intent. "L-Lord Leon… I have something serious to report."
He blinked, relaxing his grip just enough that she could continue.
"Yes, little maid?"
She gazed down, taking a deep breath. "Lord Darin arrived yesterday. I… I attempted to inform you, but…" Her cheeks flushed beet red, remembering the hot sounds that had kept her from entering his room.
Leon cocked his head, his grin softening a little. "So?"
"He stated… there's a suspicious band scouring about the outer ruins of the city. They've been seen around the ancient location east of Moonspire."
That caused him to hesitate.
His brow wrinkled, scanning his memories of the previous life. The eastern ruins—he recalled their fallen stone towers and broken archways, but nothing vital. Only old buildings of a bygone era, lost to neglect.
"I don't remember anything important…" he said, releasing his hold and facing his desk. He sat down in the chair with a contemplative sigh.
Aria stood behind him, still a bit flushed.
But her expression changed—faint disappointment wrinkled her face, as if something had been stolen from her.
Leon saw.
"You want to summon Darin over?" he said, voice even.
"Yes, Lord." She nodded, attempting to suppress her tone.
He shook his head. "No."
Aria's eyes flashed with confusion. "Then, my lord, what should I—"
He took her hand, extending it. Again, he started to speak, but this time he sat down, pulling her onto his lap before she could protest.
She gasped in shock, her body stiffening. His hands settled her into place, her yielding form seated sideways against him. Her breath came in short, fast gasps, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"Now that's better," Leon whispered.
"L-Lord Leon!" she gasped, attempting to rise, but he held her close, one hand on her waist, the other around her back.
"Where are you running off to, little maid?" he teased, voice low and teasing.
"M-M-My position… if someone comes—if they see—!"
She gazed up at him, eyes glinting with apprehensive confusion and something more. Want. Desire. She did not want to go… she just needed a reason.
"My position… to be seen here like this…" she breathed, flush coloring her cheeks. "It would be… improper…"
Leon drew closer, his breath warm against her mouth. "I think this is the most proper position for you."
Her eyes went wide, her lips opening, but nothing emerged.
He framed her face and kissed her again—slow and deep.
It wasn't a hungry kiss.
It was possessive.
She sank into it, her body letting go in his arms. Her lips mingled with his, slow and sensual. Her tongue tentatively touched his again, and he invited her, led her, relished her.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, Leon looked into her stunned eyes and whispered:
"I feel comfortable and good when you're here. So from now on… I'll change your position."
She blinked.
"From my side… to my lap."
Her blush deepened, hands clutching his robe. "Lord Leon… that's…"
"That's final," he said, grinning. "Now, sit still. I'm not done enjoying this."