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This is just a collection of one shots that I'll be uploading every so often when I get a new idea :) The overall story is rated T, but some individual chapters in the future may be rated M. I'll write (M) next to the name of the chapter when that happens for those of you who may not be interested in reading smut. I hope you all thoroughly enjoy the teasing, the angst, and the fluff that come with LeonxFrey!

Chapter One: Peacock Feathers

Rated: T (some lime)

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Leon paced nervously in front of the door to the castle. He was suave. He was cunning. He was anything but nervous. But apparently the dark clouds had washed away that overconfident grin with the rain. He shivered and water droplets fell onto his cheeks and down his face from the movement. He just had to do it. He just had to knock on Frey's door and she would let him inside. Surely she would.

"Leon?" A familiar voice appeared behind him.

He turned around to see his adorable girlfriend, just as equally soaked to the bone as he was. "Frey! What are you doing out here in the rain? You're going to catch a cold!" he said, attempting to shift the focus of the conversation onto her.

"I could say the same thing to you," she answered, giggling slightly. "It's nearly midnight. Shouldn't Lin Fa and Xaio Pai be worried about you?"

Leon averted his gaze, embarrassed to confess his moment of genuine character. "Not exactly. So are we just going to stand out here all night or are you going to let me inside?"

Frey eyed him warily, a small smirk playing on her lips. There was a large possibility that the tables would be turned when it came to teasing tonight and she would never pass up an opportunity to beat Leon at his own game.

She unlocked the front door with a house key Volkanon had given to her after she and Leon started dating. He promised her that even though he had no children of his own, he would still treat Frey like his own daughter and that meant absolutely no surprise visits from Selphia's resident tease.

"Sorry, the light switch is over by my bed," Frey mumbled embarrassedly when they entered the pitch blackness that was her room. "Just...hang on...give me a second...I really should clean up a bit..."

Leon chuckled as he watched her struggle to find a path without running into anything, tripping, or knocking anything over. Leon, however, had no problem looking past the clutter and over towards the switch. One of the plus sides to having fox-like qualities was being able to see a bit clearer than the average human in the dark and he was going to use that to his advantage.

"Love, come here, you're going to hurt yourself," Leon said, gently grabbing Frey's waist and pulling her close. He bent down so that his lips were next to her ear and he whispered, "I've got you. I promise."

"L-Leon!" Frey spluttered, feeling her cheeks heat as his warm breath against her face sent shivers up her spine.

"I'll get the light switch. Unless you'd prefer to stay in the dark?" he said cheekily.

"The light would probably be best," Frey managed to squeak.

Even after all of the months that they had been together, she still felt weak in the knees whenever he would tease her in...that way. They hardly showed affection anywhere past a quick peck on the lips or occasionally holding hands. Leon much preferred to describe to her in detail what he would like to do and then back out right at the last second. Frustrated wasn't even close to how Frey felt about her boyfriend's preferred method of foreplay.

When the lights turned on, they were finally able to get a good look at each other. Leon was drenched from head to toe, his ears drooping soggily on his head and his chest glistening with rain water. Frey's pigtails had been reduced to limp, stringy strands and her usual warrior princess attire was wet enough to be rung out like a dish cloth.

"Clearly we've seen better days," Leon said, chuckling and walking over to her. He pulled her close, his fingers tilting her chin up towards his lips. "But I don't mind seeing you soaking wet."

Frey blushed and turned her head away from him. His booming laughter shook both of their bodies and she wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there for the next twenty years. Her resolve to tease him was falling just as fast as her hair had in the rain.

"If you go in the bathroom there are a few towels you can dry yourself off with," Frey muttered, unsure of what else to say.

Leon wiped away the strands of wet hair from her forehead and planted a quick kiss in its place. "Thank you, love."

As he walked into the bathroom, she waited anxiously for the sound of the door closing behind him. She knew she didn't have much time and there was no telling what Leon would do if she changed after he did. She ran over to her dresser and quickly stripped out of her wet clothes. She tossed them on a nearby chair, adding to the pile of dirty laundry that had been accumulating there for the past several days, and then began to rummage through her underwear drawer.

Frey was a farmer and a warrior. She had no time for frilly lingerie or bras padded with an entire pillow's worth of stuffing. But her stomach did a flip flop as she remembered the pair that Margaret and Clorica had helped her pick out when she first met Leon. Turquoise blue bra and panties with green lace trimming around the edges of both. Clorica had commented on how Leon's peacock fan matched the undergarments perfectly and Frey had been so flustered by her comment that she ended up buying them just to get the girls off of the subject.

Sheepishly, Frey slid into them and then began to yank out the hair bands barely holding up her heavy, wet hair. She did her best to comb through the tangled, mint green mess with her fingers, but all she managed to do was make her hair begin to clump awkwardly.

The final touch to her outfit was a baby blue night gown. She opened the drawer with all of her outfits and at the same moment, Leon, in all his glory, sauntered into the room wearing nothing but the towel he had used to dry himself off with.

He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he made eye contact with Frey. His normally tan cheeks lit up with a bright pink hue and his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Frey's pale cheeks burned just as much as Leon's as she examined the seemingly perfect body of her boyfriend. The towel hung low, exposing the V shape along his abdomen and into territories unknown. His abs, usually somewhat covered by his vest, were no longer hidden and his muscular chest rose and fell with his sudden, erratic breathing.

After his slight moment of shock, he smiled and began to walk towards her. "You look absolutely adorable," he said.

Frey frowned. That wasn't exactly what she was going for, even if she wasn't going for anything at all. "You didn't let me finish changing."

"I didn't know you were," he answered earnestly. "But by all means you don't have to finish changing if you don't want to."

"I don't feel very adorable." She looked down at her body and frowned again.

Leon laughed. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and if I didn't know better, I'd say the color of that underwear matches the peacock fan I carry around."

Frey blushed an even deeper shade of red. "Oh really? I-I didn't notice."

Leon wrapped his arms around Frey's small body and nuzzled his face into her neck. "Oh, but I think you did. Love, let me ask you something, how long have you wanted me?"

"How long have I...wanted you?" Frey repeated, her breathing increasing and her words beginning to jumble up on her tongue before they had a chance to come out.

"Yes, love, how long?" Leon breathed into her neck, planting long, slow kisses periodically against her trembling flesh.

"For a...long time," Frey answered as she began to squirm at his touch.

He smiled, satisfied with her answer, and then he proceeded to pull her on top of him on her bed. She gasped at the sudden contact, her legs automatically straddling him. The towel around his waist wasn't made of the strongest material and she could feel every inch of him beneath her.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he said, looking at her intently with his piercingly blue eyes. "Tell me when to stop."

She made some sort of noise in reply, but it was quickly muffled with the intensity of Leon's lips against hers. His fingers tangled in her already messy hair and she placed both hands on his chest, her nails slowly digging into his skin with every new surge of pleasure. A low moan rumbled in the back of his throat and he began to tease the opening of her lips with his tongue. She complied and he hungrily entered her mouth.

His hands wandered to her hips and guided them as she rode against him. His hips began to thrust involuntarily, the thin fabric of the towel around his waist slowly coming loose on the bed sheets.

"Damn it, Frey," he swore as she arched her back with this new kind of pleasure. "We shouldn't... My towel..."

She could feel his defenses starting to crumble as she worked her hips around him. Perfect. She had him right where she wanted him. They locked eyes and she began to grind harder against him. He gasped, his breathing ragged and uneven. As he began to moan, the thin fabric of her underwear brushed against something hard. Something uncovered. The hazy lust clouding her gaze faded almost immediately and she let out a tiny squeak of surprise.

She jumped off of him almost as quickly as he had pulled her on top of him in the first place. He laughed as she turned her back to him, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. He refastened the towel around his waist and stood up.

"You're much too innocent for this," he chuckled, his eyes shining with amusement. "Although, to be honest, you could've had me fooled there for a moment or two."

She didn't respond. She didn't know what to say. Her face seared with embarrassment. Half of her wished she hadn't acted so surprised. Half of her wished that she had just taken the new development in their...situation...in stride. But the more sensible half of her knew she had made the right decision. Leon was far too much for her to handle in that way at this point in their relationship.

"Hey, love, don't be embarrassed," Leon said, pulling her into his arms and letting her head rest against his gradually slowing chest. "I'm never going to push you into anything you aren't ready for. In fact, let me just pack up my things. I'll find somewhere else to stay for the night so you don't have to feel uncomfortable."

"No!" Frey said, clutching to him tighter. "Don't leave."

She felt his breath catch in his throat at her words. They stayed holding each other in her room for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she felt Leon's heart rate begin to slow and it was almost as if she could feel the mischief beginning to seep back into his veins.

"I brought pajamas, just so you know. The towel was completely unnecessary," he said, a coy smile playing on his lips.

"Leon!" Frey exclaimed and she slapped her hand hard against his chest as she wrenched herself away from his grasp.

"Xaio Pai's father is in town and for some reason he insisted on staying in my room. So I packed my bags for the night and told Lin Fa not to worry about me."

"So this whole time you were planning on spending the night with me? Why were you out in the rain, then?" Frey asked, crossing her arms huffily.

"Because I didn't quite know how to ask for an entrance into your room," he responded nonchalantly.

"You're nervous to be in my room, aren't you?" Frey said, desperately trying to clutch onto anything that could fluster him once and for all-at least for tonight.

"Indeed I was," he said and she could tell that she had already lost this fight once again by the absence of nervous quivering in his voice. "Oh, love, remind me to thank Clorica and Margaret next time I see them. Peacock is an absolutely stunning color on you."

Frey's jaw dropped and Leon just laughed his boom of a laugh.

"Let me go change for the night," he said, brushing the hair from her forehead and kissing it. "Try not to be too naughty while I'm gone."

Frey sat down on the bed once he had retreated and crossed her arms again. She let out an annoyed puff of air and scowled at the bathroom where Leon was changing. But through the frustration, she made a mental note to thank Clorica and Margaret the next time she saw them, too.