Sighing, Leonardo drew back from Isis and waited for her to open her eyes and to look at him. And after a moment or so- she did sort of crack an eye open a little bit to look at him before opening her eyes completely and asking, "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Which, he would admit, startled him a bit since he hadn't expected the question. Not really anyways.

He opened his mouth, then closed it and took a moment to process what had just happened before trying to bother to speak. First was the wedding, then he had answered a few of Isis's questions about him and his anatomy and how they were going to...consummate their marriage. And then they had been kissing and such and then- he had grabbed her and she had looked scared and then he had stopped.

He simply couldn't help himself. Wife or not. His honor demanded that he stop whatever he had been doing upon learning that his wife feared him.

And yet- now that she was looking at him, he could more or less swear that there was no fear in her eyes as she slowly pushed herself upright. Her silken red hair slipping free of the hair clip that had been holding it, causing it to spill around her face and shoulders. The very sight of her flushed skin and tousled hair, stealing his breath for a moment before he rasped out in a slightly husky tone, "You looked scared."

His brain barely functioning as it was, with all his blood heading south- He eyed her almost warily as she shifted her weight slightly. Causing her kimono to slip open a bit at both the top and the bottom. Giving him a nice view of the creamy swells of her breasts, and her long slender legs.

Flushing slightly, Leo was grateful for once that his skin was such a dark shade of green. Because the view of her legs was definitely giving him a few ideas that he probably shouldn't have at the moment.

Because, if he were to admit to himself right this moment- Her legs were beautiful. Completely and utterly the stuff of legend, kind of beautiful, that more or less forced his mind right into the gutter the longer he stared at them. "But I'm not- I wasn't scared..." Isis finally said after what felt like an eternity to him. He shifted his attention, slowly from her legs to her face where he found her staring at him.

Unblinking. Unabashed. And far too brazen for his comfort- Wait.

Did she just say that she wasn't, and never had been scared? That he had stopped for nothing?

He stared at her for a moment as this information slowly seeped into his mind. His heart beat faster, his skin felt far too tight, and his mouth- well it was too dry for words at the moment. In fact he doubted that he'd be able to make any sound at all aside from a croak. So he just sat there for a moment- trying to gather his wits as Isis leaned in and slipped a small hand under his yakata and laid it against his bare skin as she leaned in to kiss him. Startling him somewhat as she pressed her lips innocently against his own.

Reaching out he framed her face in his hands and accepted the kiss.

Letting the sweetness and warmth of it seep into every part of his being as he slipped his hands down to her shoulders and gripped them so that he could draw her closer.

"My wife..." He murmmered against her lips when they parted for air. "My sweet Isis." He said in an soft, almost whispered tone as he deftly untied the belt on her dress and then pushed it from her shoulders, down her arms so that as much of her skin was bare as possible.

Time was wasting. And though he wanted to take his time to do this correctly and as pleasantly as possible- he needed to get on with things. Otherwise the marriage they had both bound themselves with would be for nothing...

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Much to his shame. The first time Leonardo took Isis, he did so on the floor.

Thankfully, despite this fact, Isis hadn't suffered much pain from losing her innocence to him then, and had even been able to cum crying his name. Before she had gone another three rounds with him before the first rays of sunlight had even filtered through the window of her room. At which point she had lost consciousness from exhaustion (among other things) and had been moved to her bed where Leo had lain down beside her for two in a half hours or so.

Simply alternating between cuddling her and gently stroking her hair, and the skin of various parts of her already sensitive body. Enjoying the way that she shivered, twitched and jumped slightly under his fingertips. But what he really liked (and he had figured this out earlier) was kissing along her nape and shoulders. Which Isis seemed to enjoy too since she practically turned to putty every time he did so.

Something that he enjoyed watching. Immensely.

There was just something adorable about the way she seemed to melt. Not to mention the strangely appealing little mewling sounds she made. As if she wanted to beg him to stop but her voice wouldn't quite work right.

Yes- there was strangely appealing about being married to Isis. He felt a strange sort of contentment that he had never felt before. And why shouldn't he? It wasn't everyday that he got married.

Looking at the clock on the bedside table, he noted the time and sighed with regret as he realized that his time with her for the moment had come to an end. Leaning over her one last time, he kissed her nape and smiled a small smile of pure male satisfaction when she shuddered but continued to sleep. Simply too spent to do anything else at the moment.

Rolling off of the bed, Leo took a few moments to redress Isis in her wedding dress, and then tucked her in and last of all grabbed his formal attire up off of the floor and returned to the bed side only long enough to spread it out over the blanket covering his wife's sleeping form before vanishing from the room.