Timeless Assassin

(Disclaimer– This chapter contains mild smut and some non explicit R18 scenes. Reader discretion is advised)

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Amanda froze for just a moment, her breath catching as Leo's lips pressed against hers, softly at first, yet with growing intensity the longer they stayed in contact.

Her hands trembled slightly as she gripped the edge of the desk behind her, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion.

Their kiss deepened naturally and effortlessly, like a river returning to its course after years of drought, as enjoying the scene from Leo's shoulders, Dumpy nodded silently in approval.

'Ribbit… The Lord Father has indeed not forgotten the art of wooing the other gender. He's going straight for the choke to assert his dominance! A true man's man!' Dumpy thought in approval, as he remained absolutely still so as to not disturb this private moment.

*Pant*

*Gasp*

When Leo finally pulled back, Amanda remained frozen in place, her face flushed, her lips parted, her mind still catching up to what had just happened.

"Your… eyes..." she whispered, blinking hard as she stared into them.

"They've gone from black to… gray…. Why?" She asked, as Leo simply chuckled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before leaning forward again, as he murmured just above her lips–

"So much has changed since the last time I saw you… but the one thing that hasn't is just how much I love you!" He said in a corny way, before pulling her in for another kiss, as this second one was far from being as restrained as the first.

Leo poured into this kiss every ounce of longing he'd buried over the past two years, every suppressed desire from that damn time frozen world where he desperately wanted to be with her but could not, every late-night thought where he imagined her beside him and every second he had to endure without hearing her voice.

The kiss hence turned ravenous, forcing Amanda to grip onto his robes for support as her arms and body balance weakened under the intensity.

*Pant*

*Pant*

She gasped for air as they parted, leaning against him, breathless and dazed.

"Oh my god… *gasp*... air, I need air—" she managed, her head spinning from the fervor of it all.

But Leo didn't give her time to recover. With a sly smirk, he scooped her up in one smooth motion, eliciting a squeal of laughter from her as he walked her over to the bed and gently tossed her down.

"Dumpy, go outside. Guard the door." Leo ordered, as "Ribbit–" came the sharp response.

The ancient swamp frog obeyed his master immediately, leaping off Leo's shoulder with a smooth somersault, sticking to the wooden doorframe with his suction-like feet before pulling it shut behind him with a quiet *click*.

'Nobody will loiter outside this door,' Dumpy thought to himself, as he positioned himself on the top ledge of the door like a loyal sentinel, and stood guard there with unmoving determination.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Leo's robes began to loosen, his movements slow and deliberate, as he looked down at Amanda, eyes smoldering with affection and desire.

"I've missed you… so much," he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

Amanda's breath hitched as she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling sharply from breathlessness, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shimmering with excitement and longing.

"I've missed you too…" she said, as their bodies met once again, this time not in silence, but in the passion of reunion, stolen gasps, and whispered words that carried years' worth of bottled emotion.

Fingers explored familiar territory with renewed reverence, as they rediscovered every inch of one another's presence. Their movements were fluid, syncing without effort, as though their bodies had been waiting for this reunion all along.

Leo was slow at times, deliberate, teasing. Then other times, urgent, fervent—his kisses trailing from her collarbone to her stomach, as he whispered her name like a mantra between them.

Amanda clutched the sheets, pulled at his hair, responded in kind with playful tugs and breathless challenges, giggling and gasping as they wrestled in the sheets….two lovers tangled in rediscovered intimacy, neither wanting to let go.

Time melted.

It wasn't just passion. It was healing.

It was the reassurance that, despite everything they had endured, they still had each other and still loved each other, as any lingering doubts about whether their years spent apart had changed their dynamic melted away in that single act of passion.

An hour passed, then another half.

And finally, when they had exhausted every ounce of restraint, Amanda lay curled beside him beneath the soft sheets, her hair tousled, her cheeks glowing, a satisfied smile playing at her lips.

Her body was heavy, her breath slow and steady as she melted into his warmth.

Leo, however, barely looked tired. His body barely glistened with sweat, his arms wrapped protectively around her, his mind calm for the first time in what felt like forever.

He kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer, one hand gently stroking her back.

"Rest," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here when you wake up,"

Amanda nestled deeper into his chest, her hand resting over his heart, her body finally at peace.

As for the first time in two long years, Leo finally felt his itch for physical and emotional intimacy fulfilled, as he truly felt like he was home again.

'This… this was worth everything I've endured so far.

All the pain, all the loneliness… it was worth it for this moment.

How silly was I to ever wonder if Amanda would still love me when I returned?

How foolish was I to doubt whether she'd still want me after all this time? Or whether she might've moved on, or forgotten the version of me she once cared for?

But she hasn't.

She loves me just as much as I love her.

And for this love… I could burn the universe down and never feel a single regret.' Leo thought, as a satisfied smile spread across his face.