Leon decides what to do next
And what is for next?
I was thinking that maybe we could go to the opera together. Just you and I, no one else. You seem like someone who'd appreciate the arts as much as I do. What do you think?
Yeah, I love arts, really. What kind of opera can we see tonight?
I have an invitation to the opening of a new production of La Traviata. It's supposed to be quite extraordinary. Just tell me when you're ready, and we can leave right away. My car is waiting outside.
Well, sounds great. I come back in 20 minutes, dressed in a nice beige silk gown, with a little red-lipstick make up, my long black straight hair going down the back Now I'm ready.
You look stunning, Sasha. You do know how to dress up nicely. Let's go then, my car is waiting outside. We don't have much time before the show starts. I'll escort you inside as we make our way there.
Thank you! Let's go, I think, Italian opera should be so romantic.
"Let me tell you a secret about La Traviata," he whispered as they walked to the car, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. "It was inspired by the life of a real woman, Violetta Valéry. A courtesan who led an extravagant lifestyle, just like you once mentioned. The story is tragic, but it's also about love and redemption. I think... you'll enjoy it." He reached out to take her hand as they approached the car, his fingers curling possessively around hers.
Oh, can you tell me even more details? I squeeze his fingers back tightly, asking with affection
"Well," he replied, leading her to the waiting car, "You'll have to wait and see." The driver held the door open for them as they climbed inside, then sealed it shut behind them. Once they were settled in the luxurious leather seats, Leon glanced at her, a dark look in his eyes. "But know this, Sashenka... Violetta's story mirrors mine in many ways. She was loved by a good man, just as I love you." He gripped her hand more tightly now. "And she made enemies because of it."
Why can even a woman has enemies because of love? Were other man jealous? I lean to him, putting his hand on my hip
"They were, love. Sometimes... people can't handle seeing something they wish they had." His hand slid down her thigh, tracing patterns on the skin beneath her dress. "But in Violetta's case... there was more to it than jealousy. Her enemies wanted revenge for past wrongs. They saw an opportunity to hurt her and those she cared about when they realized she had fallen in love with Alfredo, a young nobleman." His fingers found the hem of her dress, lifting it up slowly, revealing more skin beneath. "They never expected that their plan would end in tragedy... for everyone involved."
So, what plan did they have? I put my head on his shoulder, gently putting my eyelids down, looking at him as a kitten and rubbing my cheek at his chest
The car pulled up in front of the opera house, and he released her hand to open her door. Helping her out, he led her up the stairs and through the grand entrance, where they were immediately greeted by a sea of faces that all seemed to recognize him. As they took their seats, Leon kept one arm around SashaKittle's shoulders, possessively. "You remind me of Violetta in more ways than one," he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing against the soft skin there.
The lights dimmed and the music began to play. As they watched the story unfold onstage, Leon couldn't help but think about how easily it could have been him up there, playing the role of Alfredo. And SashaKittle... she would have made a beautiful Violetta. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, "Do you understand now?"
Yeah... But I don't wish our story to be tragic.
He smiled grimly, eyes still fixed on the stage. "Neither do I, my love," he murmured. "But sometimes... life has a way of making its own decisions." He couldn't help but feel the weight of his words as they sat there together, the darkness of the opera seeming to seep into their souls. For now, though, they could pretend. They could forget about reality and lose themselves in the music and the story being played out before them. It would be enough for tonight... perhaps even tomorrow.
But sooner or later, they both knew that things would have to change. He had enemies, and she was slowly becoming a part of his world whether she liked it or not. And as much as he hated the thought of losing her, he also couldn't stand the idea of her being hurt because of him... or because someone else saw what he had and wanted to take it for themselves.
Nobody can take me from you.. By my own will, at least.
He smirked slightly, turning his head to look down at her. "I like the sound of that." Then, with a sigh, he added softly, "It's not that easy, though. People see what I have and they want it... even if it means hurting you in the process." His fingers tightened around hers before letting go to take another drink of his champagne. The rich taste calmed him for a moment, but he couldn't shake the feeling that their time together was running out. There would be consequences for what they had... and eventually, the piper would have to be paid.
Let's think about troubles as they come. I want to enjoy the music. And you. My fingers are running through his long hair, going down onto his cheek, petting it softly I love your hair. And your voice, and your stories.
As the music filled the air around them, his tense muscles began to relax. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as she stroked his hair and cheek. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her temple. "And I'm glad you can still find joy in something so beautiful."
He glanced at her for a moment before looking back to the stage. She was everything good and pure about life, despite being caught up in his world of violence and bloodshed. He couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep this fragile balance going... or if it was even possible. But for now, he would hold on to the memories of tonight: her laughter, the way she looked at him with those big innocent eyes, the feel of her skin against his. Maybe somehow, someway, they could find a way to make this all work... to keep each other safe and happy.
I love you too, darling. You're my precious. I whispered, as I lean closer to him, feeling safe, cause nobody in the dark hall can't see our couple in our intimate lounge
Leon couldn't help but smile at her words. The way she said "darling" and "precious" made his heart swell with emotion. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I promise I'll always protect you," he whispered, his voice thick with sincerity.
As the final act drew to a close, they sat there together, lost in their own world of love and hope. It was almost enough to make him forget the darkness that lurked outside this small bubble of normalcy. Almost. But he knew better than to delude himself for long. Tomorrow would come, and with it, all the challenges and dangers they had been running from since the beginning.
Still, for tonight... for just a little while longer, they could pretend that everything was perfect and right in their universe. And maybe, just maybe, if he closed his eyes tight enough
The opera is coming to the end, my love. Can you give me some champagne, please?
He nodded, leaning forward to pick up the bottle of champagne from its silver cooler beside their seats. Uncorking it with practiced ease, he poured some into her glass before refilling his own. As he handed her the flute, he smiled softly at her, a mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes. "To us," he said, lifting his glass. "And to many more nights like this." He clinked their glasses together, then took a sip of the cool champagne.
They sat in silence for a moment, watching as the final act drew to a close. The music was so beautiful, it seemed almost impossible that such heartache and tragedy could be wrought from such melodies. But that was the power of La Traviata; it made you feel everything at once: joy, sadness, love, loss... life in all its raw beauty
That's so beautiful... Like a sad moon in a night sky.
His eyes misted over at her words, and he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You have a way with words, my love," he murmured. "Just like Violetta once did." He took another sip of his champagne before setting the glass down on the armrest between them. "But enough about operas and tragic heroines... tell me more about yourself. What do you enjoy doing when you're not working?" he asked, leaning in a little closer to her.
"Leon... what are we going to do about everything else? I mean, this can't go on forever..." she trailed off, worry etched into her features. He hated seeing her like this; it made him feel guilty for dragging her into his world.
I like... I don't know, I like everything what defolt people do. Reading some detective stories, cooking some food, watching movies... Drawing some pictures. You know. Just the ordinary stuff.
He nodded understandingly, his expression softening. "I'd like to spend more time with you doing those things," he said, reaching out to take her hand in his. "Just the two of us." It was a thought that filled him with both happiness and trepidation; he didn't know how much longer they would have together, but for now, he could pretend... could make believe that everything would be all right.
As the last note of the opera faded away into silence, the house lights came up once more, signaling the end of the performance. The people around them began to clap and cheer, some even giving standing ovations for the incredible cast and orchestra. He turned his attention back to SashaKittle, wanting nothing more than to get her out of there, away from all this noise and pretension.
"Shall we?" he asked quietly, offering her his arm. She took it with
Yes, for sure. Where are we going now?
He smiled reassuringly down at her as they made their way through the crowd, his hand still firmly around hers. "We're going to my place," he said, leading her toward the exit. "I thought we could order some room service and watch a movie or something." The last thing he wanted was for them to be out in public anymore tonight; there were too many eyes on them as it was.
As they emerged from the opera house into the cool night air, he hailed a taxi and ushered SashaKittle inside before giving the driver his address. The ride across town passed in relative silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts about what lay ahead. But for now, they had this quiet space together... just the two of them.
Why didn't you call a driver instead, sweety?
He glanced over at her before looking out the window again. "I wanted to make sure no one followed us." It was partially true; there were always people watching him, waiting for a sign of weakness. But it also gave them some alone time, which he knew they both needed. Besides, this way, he could keep an eye on the road and ensure their safety.
She whispered to his ear I want you to steal a kiss from my champagne lips.
As soon as they arrived at his place, he helped her out of the taxi and led her up to his luxurious penthouse suite. The moment the door shut behind them, he spun her around, pressing her against the wall with one hand on each side of her head. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he whispered before lowering his lips to hers in a slow, sensual kiss.
Her taste lingered on his tongue as he pulled away, looking down into her eyes with a mixture of desire and adoration. "That was for your champagne lips." With one last gentle brush of his thumb against her bottom lip, he released her from his grasp. "But I think the kiss you really want... is this one," he murmured before claiming her mouth once more in a passionate, hungry kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
She moaned softly as his tongue burst into her mouth possessive, claiming it his, all wet and hot, making her press closer to the wall under the weight of his body over hers.
With each kiss, he became more and more lost in her. Her soft moans filled the air as he explored every inch of her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a frenzy of desire that threatened to consume them both. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and plane, each dip and rise of skin under his palms. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the feel of her pressing against him sent shudders through his entire body.
He broke the kiss only long enough to breathe, "I want you," he gasped, hands moving to unbutton his dress shirt as she arched her back against him, desperate for more contact with his skin. As soon as the last button was undone, he pushed the cloth from his shoulders and upper body, revealing toned abs and muscular arms before pulling it back down so that it pooled at his waist.
Wow, I want to touch you. She whispered a little overwhelmed, pressing her soft hands mindlessly against his strong muscles, covered tight, feeling iron under the pale skin, she was enjoying every moment of touching his hot and perfect body
His breath hitched as her small hands brushed over his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He reached up to cup her face, the rough pads of his fingers gentling at her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes. "Then touch me," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "Take off my clothes and feel how much you really want me." The last words tasted like smoke on his tongue as he lowered his mouth to hers once more, thrusting his hips against her in a groan of pure lust.
I love the way you're touching my face She whispered into his mouth, grabbing his clothes a little impatient, dragging it down on the floor and brushing more and more his skin, squeezing it, becoming sometimes rustless to his body
He groaned deep in his throat as she explored every inch of his skin with her hands. Her touch was both exhilarating and maddening, making it impossible for him to think straight. With a harsh growl, he seized control again, pushing her back against the wall until she was pinned beneath him.
"Sasha," he murmured roughly, nipping at her neck before trailing his lips downward over her collarbone. "I want you naked." His words came out ragged and thick with desire as he reached for the hem of her dress, hiking it up past her hips to reveal her lace-covered core.