Las Almas Fire it up (NSFW)

[flashback to a warm fall evening the year before]

Nord fire

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The fire was huge and sent bright sparks up in the dark skies framed by mountain tops. All around them people were dancing around in a crazy playful manner. People had dressed up in colorful dresses, had flowers in their hair even some guys. It was a get together of a bunch of hippies and fun loving men and women, who enjoyed outdoor fests. Not everyone knew each other but after this night, Nord was almost sure, they would.
A joint was being passed around the fire and this time Nord took a drag as well, feeling the hot burn before he held it down for a moment and passed it on to the girl next to him.
He was really enjoying himself, relaxed in this natural setting. His shirt was unbuttoned and his hair down. He felt like he had taken a trip in time back to his child hood in the commune where these kind of nights had frequently happened.

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Hippie campfire parties weren't normally Leon's scene. He was fairly sure the last party he had been to was the masquerade where everyone had dressed in formal wear and eaten finger food from a buffet table. Not to say he hadn't been to these sort of parties, he'd done his fair share of undercover work that involved sitting under a starlight night sky and campfire smoke in his face. He wasn't undercover here, wasn't even a cop anymore. Which meant he didn't give one fuck when the joint was passed around, even taking a drag himself. And getting a mouth full of smoke that was nowhere near as nice as a fag. God he missed smoking sometimes, but he'd quit when he moved to Ridgefield.

Seeing the joint coming around for another pass Leon decided a change in seating was in order, and there just so happened to be an available spot a few feet away. Though the log that made up the seat didn't look particularly inviting given his rather less then appropriately themed outfit. It was the fine looking man next to said spot that made up his mind. He made the journey on far steadier legs then the couples dancing, and he couldn't decide if they had a hidden bottle or if the couple swigs of whiskey hadn't made its way into his system yet.

"Bonjour."

He said as he took the seat, lowering his voice into what he hoped was a smooth almost sultery tone. Further inspection of the man proved his first judgement had been correct. The guy was cute. Rugged in that lumberjack, manly dwarven way. Aligning rather perfectly with Leon's type. Though some people might say Leon didn't have a type and would flirt with anyone.

"Did you come for the alluring stars as well?"

His eyes were half closed when he tilted his head back and looked up at the stars. For a moment the world was slowing down and he felt happy, relaxed, funny even.
With a smile on his face he was simply in the moment. Not even the chatter or music from someone playing guitar and a few girls singing made it to his ears. The one drag had him half stoned because he didn't smoke a lot of weed.

Nord didn't even notice when it came around again.
The first thing that registered was a guy sitting down next to him. He had long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes under thick brows and was a remarkably interesting looking dude.
Quite pretty actually compared to Nord with his large scar on his cheek, The girls had to be all over this stud.
His hair was done in interesting braids that had him look at the guy a little longer than was appropriate probably.
"No, I just love campfires....the sky, the smell of the fire." He reached for the bottle next to the log and offered the guy some.
"I haven't seen you around, I'd remember you for sure."

Leon supposed there was some allure to the woody scent of the fire, having started more then his fair share of fires he could see why it was so liked. Still he found no linger attachment to the smell. The flames though, that was a different story. With the way they swayed and flitted, a dance that only he could read. If he wanted he could make the flames take shape, mirror the very scene around them. He wasn't drunk enough to start using his power in front of strangers, at least not yet.

"Im new in town."

Was his little while lie with an accompanying smile. There was no point in saying he had been a cop, and his accent would probably be more then enough to make it believable.

"Im Léon."

No last name would be supplied, He had given his name only in the hopes of getting the other mans. If he could get a number by the end of the night that would be even better.

The offered bottle would be gladly taken, and he downed a gulp before the taste of the alcohol stung his airways.

Through half closed eyes Nord watched the other man drink from.his bottle. The weed in his system seemed to make his focus even better but slowed down the world.
His lips looked sensual when they touched the neck of the bottle, making him lick his own lips.
"Tasty isn't it? Hazelnut liquor."
Then he took back the bottle and had a drink as well.
"I'm Nord."
As usual explained his strange name.
"My parents are hippies."
He handed the bottle back.
"Are you enjoying tonight? "

There was a slight Nutella taste on his tongue, with the burn of alcohol at his throat. He was more of a wine person but could appreciate fancy liquor. It would be nice mixed with some coffee. When Nord took the bottle back his mind wandered to the interacts of what qualified as indirect kissing.

Privately Leon though the name was a good fit. Nord looked like the daydreamed cover of a historical romance male lead. It was probably the long hair, he sometimes got asked if he was an elf from children because of his long locks.

"The night's certainly improved now that you are in it."

It felt like the right thing to say, just as taking another swig from the bottle felt like the right thing to do.

Wow, that was a real tacky line. Nord would have never said that to a girl, let alone a guy. But for some reason he could not call his new friend out on it. Instead he smiled and nodded."Agreed."

The smile on his face was pretty silly when he nudged his shoulder against the other mans and asked. "Are you here alone?"
He watched a group of girls get up and dance around the fire with their arms raised, hips swaying and laughing. It was a real pretty sight.
"I'm loving this here. Awesome vibe." His hippie roots certainly shone through tonight because he felt right at home. It was like back when he was a kid, only then he wasn't allowed to drink and smoke weed but there was certainly a lot of happiness going around.

The alcohol and weed where turning his insides a comfortable warm. Like he had wrapped a blanket around his organs. He felt good, really good.

Watching the girls dance with the dusty glow of the fire behind them made him think once again about twisting the flames to his own desires. Would there be any harm to showing Nord? At that moment it felt like nothing mattered, it was just them out here with the night sky swallowing them up into an abyss. Cops, STF, none of that concerned them.

A more sober less stoned Leon would be appalled at his own thoughts.

But it just felt so right.

He gave a hum of accent to the question and in the next blink his eyes had changed from blue to the shade of fresh lavender. And a whole new world opened up to him. One in which he could see the crystalized aura around Nord and put any doubts safety away.

Leaning his head in closer he would lower his voice.

"You said you liked fire?"

And not waiting for an answer because alcohol levels demanded action, he would raise one hand and a woman made of fire would spring forth from his palm.

Whatever was in that joint was really potent. Nord could have sworn that the mans eyes had changed color in the light of the fire and suddenly there was a lady of flames on his hand.
""Whoa!"" His brows shot up in surprise as he reached for her."That is fucking incredible."
Nord leaned in closer and touched Leons face. "Either I'm really wasted or you've got some awesome skills."
He wasn't scared in the slightest, just fascinated. In that moment it didn't even occur to him that he was facing another gifted person just like him.

None of the other people had taken note of the small spectacular yet because they were too busy having a good time.

He was completely stoned, it didn't seem weird at all for Nord to reach for the flames. His mind not even making the connection that it would burn. Lucky for them both the attention was turned from the flame lady to Leon's face. Something he was more then fine with. More then fine.

The alcohol had warmed his blood and the smoke from the joint had cleared out any well considered thoughts, so he did what seemed the most obvious next course of action. He leaned in, eyes slowly closing as he tried for a kiss. Because the night was beautiful, and Nord was beautiful, and it was just right.

Oh!
Was the even still real? I felt like reality was mixing with some sort of crazy dream if dancing flame ladies and a strangely beautiful man wanting to steal a kiss.
If Nord hadn't been open to men or in a real relationship he might have pulled back. But he was totally in board with this peaceful, eliviating night. So he smiled against the guys lips, put his hand behind his head and pulled him closer to fully enjoy it.
Only briefly did he break the contact to take another drag of the joint and blow it into Leons mouth. The rest evaporated from his nostrils.
His mind went into a happy slow spin, so he closed his eyes and grinned like an idiot.
"Aren't you just loving this night. It's magic!"
The music and laughter that filled the air, let him know they were not the only ones.

Somewhere along the lines the flame lady had disappeared from his hand, probably a good thing as he was far more interested in kissing and slipping his arms around the other man's waist. Leon felt very confident in his kissing abilities. He could even tie a cherry stem with his tongue. Not that there was much French Kissing at the moment as the other man had his lips closed.

Everyones lips were a bit different, at least thats what Leon had found in his years of flirting. Some people's lips were soft, others chapped, and yet others firm as they pressed to hard. He found Nord to be of the earlier category. The kind that he found himself melting into. Short lived as it was since the joint had made its way to them. He didn't get the chance to make a bad decision regarding the joint as the smoke was inhaled into his mouth by Nord. This time it didn't burn going down, rather it felt nice like a steam bath. Certainly it made its way into his blood stream quickly.

"Oui"

He hummed a happy reply but moved once again for another kiss. He'd liked how Nord's hands had felt in his hair. And it seemed more important then anything going on by the fire.

"French?" Was this man from France? Nord couldn't be sure, only that the idea was enticing. Kissing a French man ultimately lead to French kissing.
So that much was clear.
When Leon leaned in again, Nord was quick to let out his wilder side. He turned towards him, grabbed his face with both hands and full on dove into that kiss. His tongue caressed the sweet lips, teeth and tongue. He nipped and sucked to get and give as much pleasure as possible.
Two girls had turned their way and were watching. Their hands found each other and soon they were mimicking the guys.
Nords head was spinning with desire and probably weed.

He made a sound, a more elegant version of a snort. Of course he was French, his name was French, he spoke French, he looked French. It seemed so obvious to himself. There was hands on his face and more kissing. Muscular hands, the kind that were probably at home with wood work or tools. He supposed his own felt childish in comparison. They were roughly the same height but Leon didn't have markings of hard work on his skin. It was a lie of sorts, he had been very dedicated to his jobs in police forces but that wasn't the sort of work the left rough edges in the skin.

Leon craved physical touch, which he found usually through intimate means. If he ever took the time to pay someone to ponder the reason why they would probably come to the conclusion that it was from his pyromancy. The sometimes life threatening effect had left trauma of sorts on Leon when he was younger, and he had come to associate any touch as desperately needed.

As such he was quite keen on letting Nord's tongue slip into his mouth, and showing off his own skills as well. It helped that Nord was a good kisser. And still a mix of stoned and tipsy Leon so no reason not to progress further. His hands would search for the bottom of Nord's shirt in some clumsy attempt to remove it.

What that snort meant, he couldn't be sure? Was this guy a pretend Frenchy or a real one? Whatever he was, he was surely hot. In fact the guy was like a man with a very feminie touch. Like a girl in pretty guy disguise. It was truly enticing.
Nord felt his tongue enter his mouth and opened it a little wider to let him in, making his own sort of content grunts.
His mind was still in slow motion but that also meant he noticed every little thing, every move, every feeling.
He let Frenchy pull his shirt up and briefly broke their connection as it landed behind the log he was sitting on.
A quick glance to the girls next to them confirmed that one was looking what they were doing but soon engaged in another kiss with her girl friend.
Nord mirrored Leons action and worked to get the other guys shirt off, too.
"There's a lake just behind the bushes. It's not that cold....fancy some skinny dipping?"

It wasn't entirely difficult to get Leon's shirt off as he wasn't wearing very much to begin with. A silk jacket overtop a bear chest with a nice black neck scarf that was more for fashion then anything else. He didn't even have to stop kissing to get undressed which was quiet agreeable. Then came a new conundrum.

Contrary to what some people might think Leon was not an exhibitionist. And although there were many things he would do in front of a group of strangers, especially stoned, having sex was not one of them.

The problems of skinny dipping while stoned and partially drunk weren't something he dwelled much on. It was a means to be off by themselves, and he could always warm them up if needed.

"Sure."

He nodded with a smile. He did want to go for a swim. It seemed like the most obvious next course of action now.

"Alright." Nord got uptoo quick, then had to balance himself out for a moment before he grabbed his shirt and took Leons hand to tug him in the right direction.
Over his shoulder he gave the one girl, who had been checking them out a little wave. She made a cute face in return and gave him a wave, too.

Together wit Leon Nord walked through the grass, feeling it brush against his bare feet. It was a feeling he loved.
They rounded the bushes, mindful of the thorns here. The view opened up to a small lake under the moonlit sky.
"Quite pretty." Nord smirked at the other man. "Good match for you."
The guy was slim, slightly toned but not overly muscle packed. Nord surely had a few more as he enjoyed a good work out.
Without hesitation the hippie child dropped his pants and let his boxers follow. This was how he'd grown up and when he was stoned he didn't feel like swimming in clothes.

His hand felt comfortable in Nord's. His slender fingers slipped between more firm ones. And Nord was warm, that sort of warmth that would have people using him as a heater in winter. Even though Leon didn't feel cold he still want to press himself into that warmth and never let go. It was probably his not fully coherent mind thinking such thoughts

Around through the grass that tickled his ankles and past the thorned bushes that made him think of fairytales. They looked like two men out of some fantasy story with their long hair. Was he sleeping beauty and Nord the prince?

And then came the lake. The beauty of which stopped him in his tracks. It shimmered in the night, reflecting back both the moon and the stars. As if the sky had dropped down a piece of itself onto the earth. He felt rather like he was standing at the edge of an abyss where he would fall down and down or maybe up. Up into the air. It was dizzying and he almost stepped back.

It was all to easy to get distracted though and when Nord dropped all his clothing thoughts about the water were lost. Leon considered himself fairly in shape, he could climb through a crime scene window without leaving fingerprints. But he would never be as built as Nord. The man had muscles, the firm chest that could melt butter kind. And the lower end was just as well toned.

He felt like another drink might have been needed. After seeing Nord he felt a bit self conscious. Not enough to not think skinny dipping was a great idea, and so off would go his pants, shoes, and boxers.

"Are you looking to fight Poseidon for his crown?"

Nord was biting his lip in anticipation of what might be hidden under those darn clothes the Frenchman was wearing. He could feel his eyes on him, scanning him, actually shamelessly checking him out from head to toe. Through half closed lids he did the same and started to grin.
When he heard the Poseidon remark it took a moment until it registered, then he laughed out loud.
"Oh, of course! I'll wrestle Poseidon. Are you Poseidon?" He stepped forward to half tackle, half hug Leon, mindful not to brush too close against him yet.
Then he let his hand slip down his arm as he took his hand and slowly waded into the water.
The first foot it was paralyzing. It sent ripples across the still water that made the moons reflection crumple up.
For a second Nord blinked, then took a deep breath. "Sur trois."

If either of them was Poseidon then Leon was positive it was Nord and not him. The trident wielding god of the sea wasn't exactly Leon.

"I think Im more of an Apollo"

He would say with a grin which turned into a laugh when he was grabbed. If they did ended up wrestling he wasn't so sure he would come out on top. Unless they got into dirty fighting, which wasn't likely. Hopefully it didn't devolve into that though, he wasn't sure he wouldn't end up hurting Nord if they got physical that way.

Hands slid down his skin and any thoughts about wrestling dispersed. That was happening often with a foggy mind. His mind was caught up in the sensation of heat trickling down his arm, an aftermath of the touch that lingered and made him want more.

Once again their hands were joined and they stepped towards the abyss. The first touch of water sent a shock of cold up his leg uncomfortably sobering.

"Oui, Une."

Nord really didn't want to dive into the cold, dark lake because ....well...it was cold. But he was stoned and really wanted to swim with the Frenchy who seemed equally uninhibited.
So he said "deux, trois. Ale!" quite fast and dove in head first. It was shallow and he was mindful not to bump his head.

He treaded water to welcome his new friend in the water.
"No need to hesitate. It's cold at first but you get used to it. Sobers you up." He giggled fully aware that it was only half true.

Nord was faster then him in jumping for the dark water, the luck of saying the count. He gave a chuckled and shaking his head plunged in. The water was an icy embrace, cold as a corpse. A shocking wake up call that froze the blood in his veins. When he came up it was with a sputter and a rather dog like shake of his head, sending droplets flying. Gone was the fluffy volume of blow dried hair instead it stuck to his skin from his neck down to his back and chest.

"Merde thats cold."

He didnt feel tipsy at all anymore, though the soft haze of the weed was still there.

Warming up again required quite a bit of paddling and swimming. After a moment Nord circled back to Leon who was now soaked from head to toe as well and cursing against the cold.
"It is cold." Every bit of his body was getting goose bumps, so he closed the last bit of the distance and placed his hand on his new friends back which still felt warm under his touch.
"You have to move other wise we'll freeze."
Of course there were other ways, too.

Moving was about the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. In fact going right back to the bonfire sounded like the best idea really. Or the bonfire coming to him as getting out of the water would be cold as well. Nords hand on his back was warm, warmer then the freezing lake. And if he wasnt going to get a fire out on the water then he was going to turn to the next best thing.

Doing his best, fast 'police trained' tackle move he would seek to make the space between him and Nord's chest vanish. At the same time drawing on his own power to heat the water around them. Because he could do that! And would very very much regret it later when he got hypothermia.

"Why swim when I have you as a heater?"

How on earth did the water around them suddenly feel like the Caribbean? Nord was too stoned to explore that thought further but he felt the Rench mans bodybagainst his. All of it. There was no hiding anything in the water.
"Holy shit." Escaped his lips while his own hand caressed the mans back under his long hair.
"That's so hot."
His choice of words was clearly jaded by the weed in his system.
Slowly they neared the banks again where his feet could touch the ground.
Pulling him in for another wild kiss only made him want more

Leon had no idea if 'hot' meant the now warm water or their naked bodies. So of course his mind went to the gutter and he gave a throaty laugh. He didn't really feel the tingle of cold on his fingers far more interested in following Nord back to the shore and kissing the other man.

He wanted to explore the smoothness of Nord's skin, kiss the hair on his chin, and the warmth of a embrace. It seemed they were both of the same mind in the matter.

He felt the cold mud under is feet as he walked back to the shore with Leon who he felt very drawn to.
The air was much warmer than the lake water but a fire would be great now.
Then again it would attract others.
Nord took Leons as he sat down on a patch of gras.
"It'll take a moment to dry off."
He didn't fancy to put his clothes on before that. Instead he eyed the French man with curiosity. He was quite the sight.

The mud of the bank felt slimy between his toes, not exactly a thrilling sensation. He couldn't say he was an outdoorsman. Nature was nice but he didn't find the appeal of living in it. He would take fur rugs and silk sheets over mud and reeds. Sitting in the grass was as good as it got so he would find a spot beside Nord. A bit of a chill was creeping through his veins and the warmth of the air didn't do much to stop it.

Leon considered himself moderately endowed, nothing special. Still feeling Nord's eyes upon him brought a bit of color to his cheeks. Not that he was shy at all about looking over the other man.

The water, earth and plants had been part of his life from day one. His parents being hippies had brought him very close to playing in the dirt and loving all it's plants and creatures. He didn't care in the least about getting dirty again. His new companion looked a bit uncomfortable, though.

He didn't fail to notice the look Leon was giving him, so he smirked. "Are you checking me out?" He moved his knee over a notch so Leon didn't have to crane his neck so much.
Then he nodded at the man.
"Should we light a fire or stay hidden in the dark? What do you reckon?" He hand was suddenly on the other guys knee.

Leon was not the sort of person to feel shy about being caught looking.

"Well you are certainly pleasant to the eyes"

He quipped with a laugh. The heat of Nords hand on his knee was a bit of start, damn he was getting cold. A fire sounded nice but having people find them wasn't. There were other ways of heating up though.

"Im sure we can find other ways to warm ourselves."

And yes he meant every connotation those words brought to mind.

Nord had a feeling that this wasn't the first time this man was picking up a stranger at a party. And truth be told, it wasn't Nords first time either. Usually he felt drawn towards women but lately that had changed a little since he had discovered that some men were even more enticing for him.
Just like the cocky French man in front of him.

For a moment he considered how far he was willing to go. Then he decided that tonight was a night that he'd just go with the flow. Those were usually the best. Plus there was no commitment. It didn't look like Leon was looking for a long term relationship.
"I like the way you're thinking." He replied with a smirk and squeezed his leg a bit.
Then he decided to let Leon make a move now.

That was as good of a go ahead as any, and Leon took it in stride. He was cold, Nord was warm it was only natural to move closer. Though kissing wasn't really needed for warmth, but he liked kissing. One hand would move to brush through Nord's hair while he leaned in to join their lips. He had always been told he was quiet a good kisser, and not the soft kind either. French in all ways.

Sometimes guys lost there nerve here, so he would feel it out before doing anything more.

Leons lips were much rougher than most girls. Add in some stubble, it was a very different ball game....literally.
Nord could feel the French man press against him and got excited despite his stoned state.
The kiss was wild...untamed...unplanned a d awesome.
And he replied in the sane wild manners, nipping at tugging at Leons lips, then his ear while his hand slipped in between them and south until his fingertips reached what he could already feel against his belly.

Well any fear that Nord would turn away was dismantled the moment he felt a hand down there. The nipping had him opening his lips surprised that the lead was being taken away. Leon was use to leading in the foreplay at least. But he couldn't say it was a bad thing to have Nord take control.

He leaned into the touching, his own hands following the curve of Nord's rather well built chest down to the trail of hair on the lower abdomen.

He could feel his hands slip over his chest, down his abdomen and lower where it provoked anyting but stillness. Nord was getting quite eager now. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
A little grunt urged the other man on.
Only once did he look up to see whether anyone was?around.
But they were alone, free to do whatever they pleased.
His mind was already three steps ahead wondering whether and how that would play out.

Things were heating up further then just simple kissing, so he pulled slightly away and followed the trail of his hands with lips. All the way down to the very object he’d been admiring earlier.

If anyone was around Leon clearly wasn’t concerned as he took Nord’s dick into his mouth.

There were two girls sitting within earshot behind a close by bush on the banks who must have been fully aware of what was going on between the guys on the muddy banks.
By the time Leon and Nord were finished exploring how far each of them was willing to go, Nord had sobered up a little. He did not regret it, on the contrary, he celebrated being one step close to an open mind.
It was a new experience in some respects because he had gone further than ever before, feeling very bold and attracted to the French man.
Now his heated skin was starting to get chilled by the night air but he was full of mud and too dirty to get dressed.
There was a lazy grin on his face when he looked up into the night sky, his hand still on the other mans stomach.

Leon was fairly content with how the evening had gone. Though he was once again at a warm temperature he couldn't say he had much energy for getting up and redressing. So laying the dirt it was. He still had Nord's company though, the heat of another body next to his and the hand on his stomach. Quiet a cozy setting. One he didn't mind dragging out longer.

The haze from earlier had worn off and he had much more clarity when it came to things. Such as the mud in his hair that was probably going to ruin the seats in his car. Or that his clothes were somewhere and he wasn't positive on the where. And that he had no idea where his phone was. Not that loosing a phone was the worst thing ever (it kinda sucks thou). He could recover most of his data, but if he gave Nord a number for a phone he had lost well that's where the problem lay.

"Will you give me your number when we leave?"

Nord heard that question and it sounded like Leon wanted to start dating. For a moment he just took a deep breath but then he said.
"Okay."
None of Leons stuff was to be found.
Nord rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pen from his jeans. Then he wrote his number on the skin on Leons ribs.
"I'm not boyfriend material...but you can still call me to hang out...you know."

Nord moved about for something, which Leon found out to be a writing instrument as it tickled against his skin. That was one way to give a number. Going to be a bitch to read and wash off. Made him laugh though, partially from the sensation and partially from the fun of it.

Leon wouldn't say he was boyfriend material either. He'd never had a long lasting relationship, he hadn't tried to hard either. They were pretty compatible in personality and physically, he wasn't going to say no to a new friend sex or no sex.

"Its always nice to have someone to invite to bonfire parties."

"That's true....any time, Leon!" Nord whispered and then got up to go for one more quick dive in the water and wash his sins...er....mud off.
He felt exhilarated when he dove in and ran a hand over his body to get cleaner.
From here he looked at the other man, smiled and then waded out and squeed the excess water out of his hair.
For a moment he let himself dry, then found his clothes.

Leon decided he was not going to join Nord in the lake, he was fairly sure a few more minutes would be needed before he could pick himself off the ground. Lord knew where his cloths had gone, which was bound to a problem. They hadn't been exactly cheap. It seemed he was going to have to dig through the underbrush, maybe find the two girls, and hopefully find whatever state his cloths were in.

As he let the water drip down to dry himself in the night air he smiled at Leon on the grass.
"I can still feel where you 'touched' me. Everywhere."
It was both strange and great. Like he had tasted the forbidden fruit and liked it.

Then Nord pulled his pants on and then his shirt over his head.
"Let's do this again...soon."
He leaned down for another kiss.

Well if it was for a kiss he had enough energy to lean up into it. There was a promise of another time which he would more then happily look forward too.

"I'll look forward to it. Im sure there are plenty more ways we can touch each other."

"Can't wait."
Nord confirmed but he wasn't sure there was any spot on his body that Leon hadn't had his fingers on.
Breaking the kiss he decided that it was time to leave.
"See you soon "