"A lady on the street but a freak in the bed - isn't that the line...?" Fynn's voice came through as a low mumble as, once again, he refused to break contact, enjoying it as long as it lasted. With a sudden sense of urgency, he let his hand slide down Leane's curvacious leg, to tickle the inside of her knee as he dipped her lower, his arm wrapped around her back to prevent her from falling.

Leane burst out into a fit of laughs as she gently pushed him again from her leg, "S-Stop! That's not fair!" Leane couldn't stop laughing as she leaned forward and tried to capture his hand in hers to stop him from tickling her. "You're being a bloody moron right now, you know that right? I'm going to kill you when I can get control over my laughter," Leane halfheartedly threatened through her laughs. "Fynn, I mean it!"

The loss of the arm behind her body caused Leane to plop neatly back on top of the bed, and immediatly the tickle attack was doubled as Fynn now had the use of both his hand to attack poor Leane's tickle-sensitive areas.

Though, as he continued on with his assault, the second hand became more employed as something to try and fend off Leane's struggling legs with. After one nasty kick in his abdomen, the young Prefect finally gave in. "Okay, okay! I call a truce!"

Still laughing, Leane lay breathlessly on the bed, looking up at Fynn. After smacking his arm, quite hard, Leane pulled him in for a long, tender kiss. "I bloody hate you, you know that?"

Slipping out from under him, Leane tossed a pillow at his face before standing from the bed, only wearing her camisole and undergarments. Pointing to the chair across the room, Leane grinned with a wicked smirk, "You're sleeping over there tonight."

The look he gave the chair was one of the most intense disgust, and if he had been a young wizard still learning about his powers, undoubtedly the piece of furniture would have combusted at the spot. "There is no way in hell that I'm sleeping there," Fynn said decidedly, looking back at Leane and promptly tossing the pillow aside.

"This is our love nest, and you're not kicking me out, missy," he said in a no-nonsense manner, his eyes sparkling with mild mischief as he made sure to stretch out his entire form on top of the bed, not bothering with his garments at all. Instead, after some wriggling about, stealing away Leane's pillow, and making sure he was comfortable... he turned unto his side to face, and invitingly patted his stretched-out arm as he said with a sly grin, "Come to bed, poppet."

Turning her back to him, hiding her playful smile from him and disguising it with a scowl, "Not a chance. I still haven't forgiven you." In truth, Leane wasn't angry at all, which was pretty much apparent. But, Leane liked to play games, which everyone knew, especially Fynn, and this game was her favorite. 'Play angry with Fynn until he apologizes for whatever he did wrong and makes it up me.'

She especially liked the making up part, perhaps more than playing angry with him at times like this.

"So I take it that you're taking the couch, then?" When they were playing this game, Fynn didn't usually continue after her 'scowl', but for once he felt confident and content enough to risk it. He knew he'd apologize later, though there was hardly anything to apologize for. Remembering their previous conversation, though, he added even more on top by saying, "Didn't you say that you owed me...? I think I might be ready to collect. "

"Oh? And what might the debt be that you're going to collect?" Leane asked over her shoulder before looking away from him again.

"You, sleepin' with me tonight." His voice took on a sad tone as he added, "It might be the last time in a long time...." - and Fynn even managed to pout, just in case, if she were to glance back at him again.

"Oh? What makes you say that? You plan on dying within the next few hours?" Leane said with a mock smirk.

"You might suddenly decide you hate me again," Fynn suggested - for now, tiring of the game, because it was getting too close to fears he preferred to not share with anyone, not even himself - and doing his best to let his voice stay at an upbeat tone. "But come on, Lee. I apologize for the tickle attack, so come warm me up."

Leane laughed as she slid into the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You needn't fear me hating you, my dearest Fynn. I never hated you to begin with, remember?" Leane reminded him as she alternated between nibbled and kisses upon his neck and earlobe, her tongue caressing his skin with every kiss. "I love you."

At that moment, Fynn knew with the utmost certainty that he would never be able to fully predict Leane's actions - and it made him love her even more.

Hugging her close, and arching his head back to invite more kissing & nibbling, he mumbled, "The apocalypse can still happen", in reply to her saying that she never hated him anyway. Soon, though, he was done with simply lying in bed and enjoying the attentions, and with his hands caressing her sides and waist, he started a counterattack of small, tickling kisses on her forehead, cheeks and eyelids.

Leane smiled as she leaned into his kisses for a bit before capturing his lips in a number of kisses. This was what Leane loved most: Being with Fynn, feeling his lips against her skin, against her lips. Feeling his arms around her, his fingertips caressing her skin. This was something Leane could never tire of, but was something she would always look forward to for the rest of her life.

Their bodies entangled, their tongues too - and even their hearts clearly reaching out to eachother... it didn't take long for the couple to simply be two warm forms in a mess of sheets, their kisses increasingly passionate, and all thoughts of sleep evaporated from their minds - for now, at least.

It was surprising that Leane's camisole and undergarments were scattered around the bed soon after she slipped into it. However, she was passed the point of caring about that detail.

Curling up beside Fynn quite awhile later, Leane caressed the contours of his torso as she left light kisses upon his neck. "I love you," Leane whispered softly between kisses, her other fingertips gently twirling his hair between her fingers.

The palm of his hand slid down her spine, an act that would have made any cat purr in delight. Now, though, he kept his hand neatly on the gentle curve of her hip. With his black hair slipping through her fingertips, he had every opportunity to tilt his head lightly, and kiss her wrist, the very place where he could feel her elevated pulse simply by holding his lips against the area.

All of this, along with their current unclad state, made it none to surprising that the "I love you" he uttered, came in a low, croaking sound more akin to a moan then an actual sentence.

Leane giggled softly as she leaned into his embrace, perfectly euphoric in the arms of her lover. "I think we should get some sleep," Leane teased with a grin as she shifted so that her chest was upon his, putting her in a position to fully kiss Fynn on the mouth. "We may not have to get up early, tomorrow, but we still shouldn't sleep the day away. After all, we'll have the Castle and Grounds to ourselves to do as we wish," Leane reminded him with a teasing wink before resuming her kisses. "I'm rather looking forward to it," Leane whispered in his ear before nibbling gently.

"Now she wants to sleep", Fynn groaned in dissapointment, his hands coming up to cup her face and direct it away from his ear. With both hands on her cheeks, he held her face perfectly above his for a while, looking at her rather tenderly, before speaking up again. As he did so, he paused after each word to press a fierce kiss on her lips. "We won't... be able... to sleep... if you ... continue... this... though."

"It was only a suggestion," Leane teased as she leaned in and captured his lips, "I didn't say it was my preferred suggestion. I merely thought you might wish to sleep some time tonight." Grinning into his lips, Leane deepened their kisses as her tongue slipped between his lips to press against his in a soft kiss. "I love you, Fynn," Leane murmured between kisses. After a few moments, Leane leaned back slightly as she whispered teasingly, "Don't tell me I've finally corrupted you, Mr. MacMillan."

"Your process of corruption is complete", he murmured, his tongue coming out to lavishly explore the inside of her mouth as he let his hands release her face, so that his fingers could bury themselves in her hair, instead. Gripping it a bit tighter, he took his time to let the kiss more languid and passionate, building up the tension by alternating slow, deep kisses, with short, passionate ones.

Soon - too soon for his own comfort, even - he tilted his head away from her, simply in order to give a smug grin and say, "At least, it's complete for now. You might have to do it all over again, next time."

Leane grinned as she rested her forehead against Fynn's, "It will be my pleasure to corrupt you again and again for the rest of your life, Fynn MacMillan." A warm smile upon her lips, Leane pressed against him as she leaned in to gently caress his lips with her tongue before kissing him fully, her tongue playfully fighting for dominance as she kissed him. "I love you, Fynn."

The battle of tongues turned into a battle of bodies, as Fynn fully threw himself in Leane's playful dare. With his arms around her body, he rolled over, forcing her beneath his heavier frame, and combatting her tongue with his own.

It seemed pretty clear what would happen... again.

Her skin aglow after making love to her fiancee once again, Leane curled up beside Fynn beneath the sheets, her fingertips lightly tracing designs upon his chest with an ease that showed she had done it often while laying together. Her face nuzzled tenderly into his neck, Leane smiled as she left light, fluttery kisses upon his skin. "I love you," Leane whispered into his neck between kisses, "my beloved, darling Fynn."

Lying with his eyes closed, a cheshire-like grin on his face, Fynn was clearly enjoying the afterglow. With his hand on the small of her back, his fingertips spread out and teasing her glowing skin gently, he really seemed not even remotely intent on moving from his position.

Upon hearing her words, he cracked open an eye, and his cheshire grin widened into a lazy, happy smile. "And I love you, my fierce and angelic Leane. My body's going to break if we keep abusing it like this, though."