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May 26

An Unexpected Visitor | As Told Through Me

Leon Kennedy x Female!OC Next Chapter (TBA) Series Masterlist | General Masterlist word count: 10.3k warnings: cursing, drugs, alcohol, smut (18+)

It was the middle of January when Gabriella found him standing on the doorstep of her townhouse covered in snow and desperately trying to hide how much the winter air was affecting him.

The dollar bills in her hand flapped against her skin as she stared at him in surprise. Maybe it was the wine or the weed that made her response so slow, or maybe it was the fact that Leon Kennedy was standing before her with a bouquet of flowers and card in one hand and the other stuffed into the pocket of his jacket, an unexpected visitor so late in the evening.

He looked good as he always did. The glow of the porch light cascaded over him in a warm, golden light that threw matching flecks of gold into his blue eyes, and his brown hair blew aimlessly over his face, covering his forehead.

“Woah,” she laughed and leaned onto the door. “What are you—”

“Let me in, it’s cold.”

Gabriella barked out a laugh and stepped to the side, obliging to his request. “Always the gentleman, you are,” she mumbled as he hastily stepped inside.

“You were just standing there, what was I supposed to do?”

“I’m cross faded to the max and you’re here uninvited. What do you expect me to do?”

“Let me in?” He questioned as though it was obvious and threw his hands up.

The plastic wrap around the flowers crinkled with the movement and with her dark amber eyes, she followed the motion. Gabriella hummed and then shrugged. She dragged her eyes lazily from the flowers and then to him, giving him an even lazier smile.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t come in to work, so I couldn’t give this to you,” Leon replied. He thrusted the flowers towards her and jerked his chin at the card. “There’s a card, too.”

With an amused smile she accepted the gift that she had received for the past four years. A bouquet of flowers from the grocery store by his apartment and a card with one sentence, his signature, and a Visa gift card. Despite the mundanity of the gift, it always made her smile.

“Thank you.” She whispered as she hugged him and, when she pulled away, she smirked up at him. “I love people your age; they stick to one gift and never switch it up.”

He huffed out a laugh and scanned the foyer and the hallway leading to the living room. “Yeah?”

Humming, she nodded her head. “Yeah, my dad does the same thing, too. I told him I liked Chili’s when I was like fourteen and now it’s the only place he’ll take me.” When Leon gave her a look, she grinned.

“Gabs, is the food here?” Someone shouted from the living room.

“No,” she shouted back and put the card back in the envelope. “It’s just Leon!”

“Hey Leon!” Sherry shouted.

The same voice as before replied, practically speaking over Sherry. “I don’t really like dessert before dinner, but I’ll make an exception since it’s your birthday!”

There was a howl of laughter from down the hall and Gabriella laughed with them.

“You can stay if you want.” Gabriella offered after settling back down. “We’re having Chinese and just hanging out, drinking and what not.”

Leon clicked his tongue and shook his head. “I’m not in the mood to be sexually harassed by your friends. I’m still recovering from last time.”

“One friend,” Gabriella corrected him. She giggled at his look of exasperation and then shrugged. “And given by your constant brooding demeanor I think it’s the only sexual thing you have going on in your life.”

Leon blushed and looked away, but Gabriella could see that he was trying hard not to smile.

“Come on.” She nudged him and jerked her head towards where the rest of the group sat. “Just until dinner. And,” she dragged the word out and smiled, “Sherry is here, too, so you have at least one ally.”

Leon gave her a reluctant look and then glanced at the front door. Sighing, he took his shoes off without a word and she grinned at him over her shoulder as he followed her down the hall.

“It won’t be that bad,” she whispered to him. “Just like an hour at most. Plus we have liquor.”

“Thank God,” was his only response as he sat on the couch next to Sherry.

“Mr. Kennedy, it’s good to see you again.” Sara smiled at him over the rim of her wine glass.

She sat across from him in a loveseat. Her pale cheeks were red from the alcohol and from looking at Leon; she had a shameless crush on him that he had made very clear was unrequited, but that never stopped her from trying.

Gabriella snorted at Leon’s face, twisted in disdain and he shifted his body away from her.

“Hello, Sara.”

“Miss me?”

“No.”

“Bummer…” She sighed. “I missed you.”

“Sara, stop.” Gabriella swatted her leg as she stepped between them and handed Leon a short glass filled almost to the brim with Bourbon.

“Thanks.” Leon murmured and took a quick, short swig.

While he swallowed, Gabriella nudged him with her foot and he and Sherry both shifted down the couch so Gabriella could sit beside them. Settling into the cushions, she drew her knees to her chest and leaned back against the arm rest. Reaching behind her to the end table, she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip and watched the room.

To her right sat Sara who dismissed Leon after he ignored another attempt by her to engage in conversation. Destiny and Chloe sat adjacent to Sherry on the opposite end of the L-shaped leather couch. They gave Leon small smiles and much more innocent greetings before turning back to finish their conversation with Sherry.

Leon leaned back in his spot and spread his legs slightly, resting his glass on his thigh. She almost smiled, thinking about how good of a sport he was agreeing to stay. Leon hated gatherings no matter how small it was. He preferred being at home or by himself; sometimes he barely wanted to have lunch with Gabriella if she offered.

She offered him another drink when he finished his but he waved her off, muttering that he had to drive and had an early morning.

He didn’t. This she knew because he never did anything. She was sure he would wake up early in the morning and most likely lounge around his apartment, maybe doing something here and there but never anything substantive. He had no social life and barely any friends aside from perhaps Sherry, Chris and Claire Redfield.

Sometimes Gabriella felt sorry for him; sorry that he lived such a life of solitary, but to a degree it seemed like he enjoyed the quiet and arguably the peace that came with it. Gabriella could never understand it; she couldn’t be without her friends and the prospect of going out even if it was just to the grocery store. She was much more social than Leon and she knew it aggravated him. But she also knew that sometimes he was grateful for it during work events where they were approached by other agents and department heads of other federal agencies. Gabriella was always the front man in these situations with Leon lingering behind her with a look in his eyes that begged for the interaction to be over even if he contributed nothing to the conversation.

The doorbell rang almost a half hour later and she handed Leon the money for the food and jerked her head to the door. Leon rolled his eyes and got up with a huff, but she didn’t miss the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth at her frown.

She followed his movement out of the room and down the hall to the front door. Like any good soldier, he approached the door slowly and barely cracked open the door and after confirming that it was the delivery driver, he opened it wider. Assuring herself that he was fine, she left him to his devices and faced the group again.

“After dinner, I’m gonna have to go. I have a sitter and I don’t want her to be there too late.” Destiny ran her fingers through her thick, straight black hair and sighed. “These fucking kids man,” she mumbled with a laugh.

“When does Craig come back from deployment?” Gabriella asked. She shifted to sit in Leon’s spot and crossed her legs.

“Next Thursday.” Destiny groaned and tilted her head back on to the cushion behind her. “Can’t come soon enough, though. It’s not easy without him here.”

“That’s what you get for having three under three.” Sara muttered.

Everyone but Destiny snickered and she frowned at Sara.

“Oh, fuck off.” She grumbled and finished the wine in her glass.

Sara shrugged innocently and then looked up at the doorway where Leon emerged from the kitchen. He jerked his thumb behind him and said, “Food’s here.”

Sara looked like she was going to say something, but thought better of it and just smiled at him as she got up.

“Good choice,” Gabriella whispered to her as they walked into the kitchen.

Leon pressed himself into the doorframe, seemingly in an attempt to create as much space between him and Sara. Gabriella just shook her head and gestured for him to follow her.

“You’re so weird.” She said to him. She handed him a plate and looked at him over her shoulder.

“I’m not. I want to leave.”

She scoffed. “Then leave.”

“It’s your birthday.”

“I’ll have other birthdays. Maybe you can spend the next year growing enough balls to act normal in public for my next party.”

He made a sound between a laugh and offense and nudged her. “That’s not funny, Gabby.”

She just shrugged at him and piled rice and beef and broccoli onto her plate. Knowing that it was his favorite dish, she passed him the container of orange chicken.

“Am I wrong?”

“Extremely.”

She shrugged again and handed him a fork and then a beer from the fridge. He took it silently and then almost like a dog followed her back into the living room.

After dinner, Gabriella and Chloe stood opposite each other in the doorway of the double doors of her balcony. Chloe passed the joint to Gabriella who took it in between her pointer and middle finger and took a deep drag. Holding it, she turned around and blew it into the evening air. The sun had set already, the sky now a mix of indigo and slivers of orange and pink. She tried to pass the joint back to Chloe but she shook her hand, waving it back to Gabriella. She shrugged and took another drag.

Conversation had flowed nonstop since dinner and after a third beer, Leon had loosened up enough that he was replying to everyone without having to be prompted. Gabriella eyed him specifically; he was entirely relaxed against the leather cushions and he had one arm draped across the back of the couch and the other on his lap, his hand holding the neck of the beer bottle between his spread legs.

Leon Kennedy was a very attractive man. Gabriella had noticed that the first time she had met him four years ago. He was, and still is, broad in the shoulders with toned muscles that indicate years of work and dedication but not too much that he seemed like he tried too hard. Over the years, his brunette hair had lightened with a few blonde strands that turned into grey seemingly overnight. With a slight movement of his head, his hair would swoop across his forehead and cater to the profile of his face, tickling his ears and jaw.

Gabriella continued watching him from her post across the room and studied the way his blue eyes bounced from person to person, taking in whatever they were saying. If he drifted from the conversation he would look around the living room and shamelessly check the clock on the wall, and occasionally, they would meet hers.

Blue eyes that put the Mediterranean Sea to shame is how she would describe Leon’s eyes. They were bright blue with specks of green akin to sea foam and despite their softness in color and description, they were piercing. Leon had a consistent critical, almost skeptical gaze, and despite her confidence Gabriella staggered sometimes when he looked at her for too long.

“You're staring.”

Chloe’s voice was unexpected in Gabriella's ear and she jumped. She flicked the ash that had built up at the end of the joint and watched it fall onto the tiled floor.

“What?” She put it back in between her lips and inhaled.

“Don't bullshit me.” Chloe teased and rolled her eyes. Turning her back to the room, she leaned against the doorway and caught Gabriella’s gaze. “Are you going to fuck him?”

Gabriella choked on the smoke that she had almost fully exhaled and covered her mouth and walked further into the balcony. It was still snowing and well below freezing, but the heat in her cheeks kept her warm while she tried to compose herself.

“What are you talking about?” She sputtered.

“Oh, come on,” Chloe stepped into the balcony and tilted her head. “Look at me and tell me you haven't thought about it.”

Gabriella nervously laughed because she knew she could not say that she had not thought about having sex with Leon. He was not only conventionally attractive, but very attractive to her specifically. And after working together so closely for so long and sharing hotel rooms and living spaces, it was hard to not think about what Leon was and could be after hours.

It also had been years since she had been physical with someone and as the days trickled by unfulfilled, the more Gabriella had thought about exploring and expanding her relationship with Leon. They both had difficult jobs and a demanding workload, so she knew he could benefit from such an arrangement just as much as she would.

“Yeah, sure.” Gabriella waved her hand in dismissal.

“Oh, dude.” Chloe laughed. “I think he likes you, so it could definitely work.”

Gabriella rolled her eyes and approached her friend. “It's not like I’m looking to marry him. But,” Gabriella shrugged and inhaled the rest of the joint, “it would be nice to fuck.”

Chloe snickered. “Dating in D.C. sucks. I matched with this guy the other day and immediately he started mansplaining socialist theory to me. He was like, ‘I just think that the only way to truly get out of capitalistic induced poverty is to privatize everything.’ Like, what the fuck?”

While laughing, Gabriella smushed the joint into the ashtray and shut the balcony doors behind her. “What next? Anyone who doesn't like it gets sent to the gulag?”

“I think that's where he was going because he started bringing up China and once I saw that I blocked him.”

Gabriella grunted. “Dumbass.” She started to pick up some of the empty bottles on the end table next to the couch on her way to the kitchen. “You can commend the Chinese state for some of their progressive policies, but you can't say that they're the solution to end stage capitalism.”

“Yeah, I know. But give white men an inch, they're colonizing the whole fucking thing. It was so annoying.”

Gabriella howled in laughter and passed Chloe an empty bottle of Cayman Jack and together they meandered into the kitchen, tossing everything either into the trash can or the sink.

“So?” Chloe’s brown eyes looked at Gabriella expectantly when she turned around.

Leaning against the counter, Gabriella cocked her head to the side. “What?”

Chloe gestured to the doorway that led into the living room and her face contorted into an exaggerating look of expectation.

“Oh, please, Chloe.” Gabriella groaned. “It’s—no! It—I won’t. It’s not good for work and it'll get weird and complicated.”

Chloe shrugged, causing her long brown hair to shift around her shoulders. She ran her hand through her hair and then readjusted her bangs.

Gabriella did not move from her spot and instead admired her best friend. They had been friends for almost fourteen years, having met during their freshman year in college as randomly assigned roommates and their friendship clicked almost immediately. And now, over a decade later, their friendship was still as strong as it was before and without a doubt, Gabriella was closer to her than the rest of the friend group.

They had all met during their undergraduate programs, whether it was from being in the same class or club, except Sherry. Sherry was only part of the group because she signed up to live in their college house when she was in her undergraduate program and everyone else—Chloe, Destiny, Sara, and Gabriella—had either graduated or were in their respective graduate programs. It was hard not to exclude the girl; she was so shy and timid and very young and the group had no choice but to seemingly adopt and take care of her until she graduated.

“Hey.” Destiny appeared in the doorway and waved shyly. “I’m gonna go. The sitter called and Jason got sick.”

“Aw,” Gabriella pouted and hugged her. “That's fine. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Destiny nodded reassuringly and then hugged Chloe. She left quickly and when Gabriella and Chloe emerged back into the living room it was quiet.

“In three days time,” Gabriella announced rather ominously with three fingers in the air, “we will all get sick with hand, foot, and mouth disease.”

“Oh, stop!” Sherry was the only dissenter as the room erupted into laughter.

Conversation ebbed and flowed between the group until Sara announced her departure, then Sherry, until it was just Chloe, Gabriella, and Leon. Gabriella was surprised to see that Leon had stayed for much longer than he had said he would and it was even more surprising to see that he appeared to be enjoying himself. Gabriella could not, however, acknowledge this fact without acknowledging that Leon had consumed another glass of Bourbon and was on his fifth bottle of beer.

Chloe passed their shared second joint to Gabriella and waved the smoke away from her face. “I’m gonna go too, I think. I have that stupid fucking pilates class tomorrow.” She rubbed her face and groaned.

“I don't know why you still go. You hate it,” Gabriella said while giggling. She put the stick in her mouth and inhaled, watching Chloe get up and stretch.

Chloe laughed and shrugged lightheartedly. “Because it makes my ass look so fucking good.”

Gabriella barely snorted at her response and got up slowly, stumbling just slightly on her feet. “You good to drive?”

“Oh, yeah,” Chloe laughed. “I've driven in worse conditions.” When Leon shot her a look, she shrugged again. “What are you going to do? Arrest me?”

Leon stuck his tongue in his cheek to keep himself from laughing and raised his hands up in surrender. “I would never tell a woman what to do.”

She pointed at him and laughed. “I know that's right!” Then she waved goodbye and headed out of the room in a much steadier, sober fashion than Gabriella.

Chloe stopped short of the threshold and looked back at Gabriella. Her grin was wide and wicked, and her eyes were wild. “If you,” she started, “have sex with him. Please let me know in the gravest of details possible.”

Gabriella laughed and threw her head back. “Please, get the fuck out of my house.”

“I’m serious!” Chloe shouted as she walked down the steps and towards her car. “I’m just as touch starved as you are!”

“Whatever,” Gabriella mumbled to herself and waved. When she could no longer see Chloe’s car, she shut the door and watched back to the living room.

Leon was upright, gathering the trash that was strewn across the various tables in the room. She marveled at him for a moment, admiring how tight his button up shirt fit across his back.

“You don't have to do that.” She said after a few moments. “I’ll get it.”

She approached him with open hands and Leon shook his head, picking up the last napkin on the coffee table.

“It’s fine. It’s not a lot, anyway.”

“Yeah, well, you know.” She laughed nervously and with nothing else to do, she tidied up the couch and chairs, putting pillows and blankets back in their place.

She followed him into the kitchen, placing the joint in between her lips and inhaling. She blew the smoke towards the ground and without looking up at him, she spoke.

“If you're too fucked up to drive, I have a spare room. I won't mind you crashing here for the night.”

She saw Leon smile and to her surprise, Gabriella smiled too.

“I’m fine, actually.”

She snorted and flicked some ash into the sink. “I’m not gonna lie, Leon, you look drunk.”

“Don't doubt it, but,” he turned to face her and leaned against the fridge adjacent to her. “I can handle myself pretty well.”

“Oh…” Gabriella laughed lowly and sucked on the stick. “Is that so?”

Leon shrugged. She had expected him to move, to leave like everyone else but he did not. He remained leaning against the fridge and looking at her with a mild, unreadable expression.

She felt the energy in the room shift and the tension rising from her feet to her face, but she didn't waver and instead looked right back at him with a small smirk even as she wrapped her lips around the bud.

“Have you ever smoked before, Leon?”

The question, random and out of the blue, seemed to surprise Leon because his eyes widened slightly and he raised his eyebrows.

“No,” he replied while shaking his head. “Those things will kill you.”

Gabriella shrugged and blew smoke out of the side of her mouth. “I don't think weed counts.”

He gave her a look and shook his head in disbelief.

“Do you want to?” She asked quietly, tilting her head. Before he could respond, she spoke again saying, “If you think it'll be too strong from this,” she raised her hand to show the joint, “I can shotgun it.”

With a furrowed brow, Leon also tilted his head. “What's that?”

Gabriella looked down while crossing one ankle over the other. “I blow it into your mouth.”

Leon stilled so rigidly that Gabriella felt the need to hold her breath.

“You won't get as high, and you might not even get high at all,” Gabriella explained rather breathlessly. She attempted to quell the tension in the room with a careless shrug. “I was just offering since you're here.”

She watched him consider her and then he looked towards the lit foyer to his right. He looked at her again with glassy eyes and grinned. “Sure, why not?”

Gabriella almost giggled at his nonchalant response, but instead she took a long drag and put the small bud into one of the glasses still filled with liquid. She didn't say anything as she turned around and went to the coffee table in the living room and kneeled before it.

She heard Leon follow her and huff as he sat back down on the couch.

She opened a drawer and pulled out a small container of grinded weed and a piece of rolling paper. While expertly assembling the joint, she peered up at him.

“Have you seriously never smoked before?” She asked him.

He settled into the couch and leaned his head back as he undid the first three buttons of his shirt. She looked away quickly when the light hit the sprawling hairs across his cheeks and she felt an intense heat pool in her cheeks and in between her thighs.

“I never saw the…hype, I guess. It smells like shit and it will legitimately give you cancer.”

“If the smell bothers you, you should've said something. I would've put it out.”

From her peripheral vision she saw him wave her comment away. “It’s not a big deal. Just not for me, I think.”

She packed the weed and rolled the paper, twisting the end. “You didn't have to say yes. We don't have to smoke if you don't want to.”

She shuffled on her knees to face him and put her hands in her lap, shifting the joint in between her fingers.

“I’m fine.” He reassured her.

There was another pause before Gabriella moved and spoke. The tension in the air returned and it returned with a vengeance. It was thick and weighed heavily on her shoulders, pushing into her chest and she found it difficult to breathe or move from her position on the floor. She fought against it and even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she rose and fisted the joint and lighter in her hand.

She sat beside Leon and turned away to light it and after a few puffs she inhaled sharply and held her breath, letting the smoke settle in her mouth and lungs. Gabriella felt as though she’d need a good, big hit to calm herself before facing him properly.

“How do we do this?” He asked softly.

Gabriella was now barely a few inches away from Leon as she sat facing him with one leg tucked underneath herself. She blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth and shrugged.

“I blow it into your mouth and you hold it and then blow it out.”

“Huh. Okay…”

She grinned at him. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

Gabriella rolled her eyes and sat up straighter and leaned towards him. When he didn't move, she rolled her eyes again.

“Come here,” she whispered.

With arms crossed and an overall apprehensive demeanor, Leon leaned towards her. She took a short bit and then jerked her head towards him. Leon opened his mouth just barely and she blew the smoke slowly into his mouth.

“Okay, now hold it for a minute and then let it out.”

He leaned back and relaxed into the couch and she watched smoke shoot out of his mouth in a controlled wave of steam. Gabriella laughed and Leon’s shoulders shook with a chuckle.

“No coughing?” She asked in surprise.

Leon turned to face her and clasped his hands in his lap. “I’m an adult, Gabriella.” He said, still chuckling.

“Yeah, okay,” she replied. “Wanna do it again?”

Leon scratched the back of his head and nodded.

“Did you like it?” She asked, giggling. She sat up on her knees and shuffled towards him until her knees connected with the fabric of his pants.

“It wasn't bad,” he replied coolly. He turned his body towards her and again, an unreadable expression clouded his face, and there was a shift in his gaze as he looked at her. “Think I need more.”

The tone of his voice, dark and borderline gravely caught her attention and Gabriella stilled with the joint barely grazing her lips. It suddenly felt heavy in her grasp and she licked her lips and looked at him.

“Yeah?”

Leon looked past the bud in her hand and looked straight into her eyes, and then his gaze slid lazily to her lips and down her body. She squeezed her thighs and swallowed thickly when he nodded.

“Yeah.”

In any other circumstance, this situation would not phase Gabriella. She normally took the lead and was overall a dominant sexual partner, but with Leon Kennedy she was nervous and slow to act.

She had told him that blowing the smoke into his mouth in a downward motion would guarantee he would get more than if they sat next to each other. He agreed and put his hands flat on the couch cushion as she swung a leg over him so she was straddling him, making sure to keep herself slightly suspended above his crotch.

“Ready?” She asked quietly.

When he nodded, she turned her head to the side and took a longer drag than before. When she was done, she turned back to him and leaned in until her nose brushed against his and their lips barely touched as she blew the smoke into his mouth.

She sucked in a breath and with it some of the smoke when Leon grabbed her hips and in order to steady herself against the surprise of contact, she put a hand beside his head and gripped the cushion. Leon blew the smoke downwards where it had nowhere to go, so it formed a makeshift wall in the small space between their bodies.

“More?” She asked softly against his lips.

Leon’s hands drifted down to her thighs and he palmed them through the fabric of her leggings. He nodded and then pulled her down on top of him.

She swallowed a groan and forced her eyes to stay in place. The contact was needed, but now she craved more and she fought the urge to rock her hips against his. Maintaining her composure, she took another drag of the joint and as blew it into his mouth, she leaned in, closing the gap between them and pressed her lips against his.

Leon accepted her with the hunger of a thousand men and Gabriella moaned into his mouth as their lips started to move wildly against each other. She slid her tongue into his mouth and swept across it, her hips twitching in response to how good he tasted and felt beneath her.

With every break, smoke spilled out from their mouths but it didn't stop either of them from kissing and tasting each other, or Leon rocking her hips against his. With one hand still guiding her hips back and forth, the other cupped the side of her face and he held her there, like he was basking in her moans of pleasure.

She tried to fight against his hold, to put his hand above his head and free themselves of their clothes and get to what they both were here for, but Leon wouldn't budge and in fact he started to move her faster against him.

“Oh…oh, what the fuck.” Gabriella groaned and tilted her head back and started to grind against him on her own.

“Fuck, just like that.” He whispered.

Gabriella looked down at him and almost cried out. Leon laid beneath her, his head thrown back against the cushion without care and he was looking up at her through half lidded eyes. But despite his demeanor, his gaze was sharp and commanding with a glint of arrogance.

She leaned back and crushed the joint onto the ashtray and faced him again, working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were frantic, too uncoordinated for her liking but she was operating on primal instinct to have Leon in every possible way.

Sliding his hands up her back, he unhook her bra and when it fell, the straps pooling at her elbows, he palmed her breast gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She gasped and grounded her hips harder in his lap, her head falling back slightly. Leon let out a distinct moan and Gabriella watched as his head fell further into the cushion and he took his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Seizing the moment, Gabriella pushed open his shirt and ran her hands greedily up and down his chest. He was beautiful beyond reason and she paused to admire the definition of his muscles, the scars that protruded from the soft spot on his right collarbone and beneath his left ribs, and the hair that covered the expanse of his chest. Despite the scars and coarse brown and grey hairs, his skin was soft and she reveled in the way its warmth spread from her hands, up to her arms, and cascaded throughout the rest of her body.

Leaning forward, she placed a hand beside his head and lifted herself just enough to place her hand between their bodies and began to firmly palm Leon through his pants. He was already hard and Gabriella swallowed a groan as she felt up and down the imprint of his cock, taking note of how thick and long it was and mentally imagining how it would look slamming into her.

Gabriella’s daydream, and hopeful reality, was cut short when Leon moaned, the sound guttural and desperate and it reverberated through the room and shot through Gabriella like a bullet. She did not want him to see how easy she was unraveling, how he was bringing her so close to the edge that she was finding it difficult to breathe, so she kissed down his neck until his hips bucked hard into her hand. Gabriella grinned as she pulled the skin beneath his ear between her teeth and sucked on it slowly and after letting it go, she swirled her tongue around it and repeated the process, cementing a mark on his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” Leon whispered. He had his hands on her hips and his grip hardened as he tried to push them down, desperate for more contact.

“You like that?” Gabriella breathed in his ear as she started to undo his belt.

To her surprise, Leon grabbed her wrist and groaned. She pulled away from him, sitting upright, and cocked her head to the side. Before she could speak, she took a moment to admire him. Leon Kennedy had always been a well composed man; he never raised his voice or acted out of order even if the moment called for it. He spoke with confidence and clarity, choosing his words carefully to convey his message clearly and every plan was well thought out and nothing was ever missed; he had a solution for everything. But right now, she did not see that man; Leon Kennedy looked a mess with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair and his blue eyes, normally so focused, were glassy and wild.

Gabriella watched Leon close his eyes and then open them again; his gaze narrowed on her face with such renewed clarity that Gabriella stiffened and the hand that she had begun to place on his chest froze, suspended in the air.

“What’s wrong?” She asked carefully.

With his initiative, Gabriella lowered herself fully back on Leon’s lap and his eyes flicked from their connection and to her face. The way he looked at her was primal and while Gabriella had never been the submissive type, she found herself shrinking beneath his stare as he sat up and pulled her towards him roughly.

“Keep going. Like before,” was all he said, his voice deep and steady.

She nodded dumbly and reached beneath them and looped her finger through the belt and lifted it, releasing the pin from its notch. She dared to sneak a glance up at him and Leon angled his head down to look up at her and Gabriella blushed and looked back down, focusing on the metal button and zipper, still trapped and untouched.

Clambering off him, she yanked his pants down to his knees and went to do the same to his underwear, but Leon sat up and grabbed her wrist again, sitting up and leaning towards her until their noses barely brushed.

“Leon…?”

“Sit back down like before until you finish, and then I’ll take you to your room.”

“What…” was all Gabriella could manage to say. The command in his voice, the crystal clear determination in his eyes made her pant and she squeezed her thighs together but it was useless because the fire that burned within her was too great to be put out.

Leon gently pulled her towards him and against her better judgement, she obliged to his silent request. She straddled him cautiously, letting him position her and lower her where he wanted her. This dynamic was unusual for Gabriella, but her mind was too muddled with need that she started to not know where up, down, left, and right were; she only knew what Leon was telling her.

“You—you don’t want to have sex?” She asked after settling in his lap.

“We will.” He murmured, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and cupped her jaw. He squeezed her hips gently and began to rock her slowly.

Gabriella watched Leon as he admired her face, his eyes slowly moving from each of her features, from each of her eyes to her nose and to her cheekbones. Leon’s expression was unreadable and Gabriella could not decipher what he was thinking or what he was going to do—wanted to do.

Sex was not supposed to be like this; she had figured it would have been over by now and he would be long gone to his home and they would probably not speak of it until one of them wanted to have sex again. Gabriella knew that that is how these types of situations unfolded, but Leon was not following the rule book she went by and she struggled to regain control of him and, most importantly, herself.

Gabriella felt exposed, vulnerable, but she felt especially lost because she did not feel like herself. She heard herself and watched her body move against him and none of it seemed familiar. She had had enough sex to know herself and what she liked and based on her experiences she liked it fast and rough. But this time it was different; she was quiet, whimpering into his neck as she chased her high on his lap slowly, dragging out the pleasure and feeling it crawl and settle into the growing mound in the pit of her stomach.

Beneath it all, Gabriella felt humiliated as Leon whispered praises into her ear and she mewled in response. She worked with him, saw him every day, and before he knew Gabriella Muñez as his partner and someone who was educated and strong willed, but now he was knowing her as someone who could be subdued. Gabriella desperately wanted out of this situation and a small part of her regretted initiating this with Leon because now he would only see her as this when in reality this was not even who she normally was during sex. Tonight was an anomaly and she was not sure why Leon had been the catalyst for it. But despite her racing thoughts, the feelings of shame and guilt coursing through her veins, she didn’t move. Gabriella stayed where Leon held her and grinded on him until her breaths came out ragged and uneven.

“Leon,” she whined into his neck. Gabriella gripped the leather cushion in one hand, and the other twisted itself in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m…oh, God.” She cried.

Her movements had become sloppy and it was Leon’s steadfast hold that kept her in a consistent rhythm. He hummed in her ear and snaked his hand up her back where he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled back enough so Gabriella was looking at him.

“Feel good?” He asked breathlessly.

Gabriella pouted and nodded, closing her eyes. She could not bear to look at him and see him as he witnessed her unraveling.

“You gonna come for me?”

Gabriella’s head fell back with a loud moan and she fisted his hair tighter in her hand. She would have never thought this was Leon during sex. He seemed so quiet and put together, and she had always imagined him as someone more on the vanilla side, someone who did missionary more than anything else and was not into anything rough. So this—the quiet dominance that made her quiver in her seat on his lap and his commanding direction of how and when to climax—was an unexpected, although pleasant, discovery.

Running his hand up her chest, Leon cupped her breast and massaged it roughly and purred, “You feel so fucking good, Gabriella.”

Something within her snapped and her body froze and relaxed at the same time as all her defenses came crashing down at once, unleashing a relentless tidal wave of pleasure that was too big for her body and overwhelmed her senses. Gabriella’s skin tightened in on itself and she stiffened in Leon’s lap as the wave ebbed and flowed in her face, then chest and arms, abdomen and legs, until it accumulated between her spread thighs, pulsing and begging to be released.

Leon was relentless as he kept moving her on his lap harder than before. “Come on, baby, that’s it. Let me hear you.”

Whatever was holding her orgasm back, faltered and then cracked entirely and Gabriella did not have time to prepare before she screamed. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched into Leon’s body as her head fell back farther than before. Gabriella grabbed her face and lips, trying to keep quiet, but her moans were seemingly never ending, especially with Leon still rocking her, softer now, back and forth.

The pleasure was excruciating, almost painful, but she welcomed it anyway and with it another orgasm that forced her to fall forward into Leon’s chest. She clutched at his skin and shirt aimlessly in an attempt to ground herself; she felt like she was growing big and small at the same time and as though she was simply going to implode. Gabriella whimpered indiscriminately as her body twitched, jerked, and convulsed, her body’s physical reaction to coming down from her highs.

There was a vibration that rippled through her chest, but she paid it no mind as she fell slack against Leon. Then there was a shaking sensation on her back that she ignored, opting to nuzzle further into Leon’s neck. Gabriella’s ears rang and the ringing had been so constant and loud that it morphed into a low hum that, surprisingly, was calming and Gabriella's eyes grew heavier by the second.

“Gabby.”

Gabriella hummed in response, but didn’t move. The voice was muffled and sounded too far away to give her any sense of urgency.

“Gabby.”

This time her body shook and Gabriella stirred enough to sit up slightly. Her vision was blurry and unfocused, but she could make out a face, a handsome face, looking at her.

“Where’s your room?”

“Hm?” Gabriella blinked and tilted her head. Her vision focused enough to make out Leon grinning.

“Your room, Gabby. Where is it?”

She hummed and sat up straighter. Leon sat before her and she could feel his arms around her back and he looked up at her expectantly, a glimmer of something she could not name shining in his eyes. She rubbed her eyes and then ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it out behind her. She took this time to gather her surroundings and remind herself where she was, who she was with, and what she was doing and about to do.

She jerked her chin across the room and spoke as she shuffled off of his lap. “Down the hall; last door on the left.”

Gabriella swayed on her feet and stumbled back when she stood up and Leon had to hold on to her waist to prevent her from falling backwards. She let him catch her and then, in an attempt to regain some internal credibility, she grabbed his hand and led him to her room. She turned around and gave him a sleepy smile that Leon returned without hesitation. He pulled her towards him and grabbed her face before she could collide with his body and kissed her. It was deep and consuming, and he devoured her like he had not done so before.

Gabriella moaned and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him closer into her space. Taking advantage of their proximity, Leon lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again loosely and then peppered kisses to his neck as he meandered down the dark hall.

Gabriella fell onto the bed with a quiet yelp and wasted no time in discarding her clothes as Leon did the same before her. In between throwing different articles of clothing around the room, Gabriella peeked at Leon and a wave of nausea rocked her.

Leon Kennedy was magnificent. His shoulders were broad enough to block the doorframe from Gabriella’s vision and the muscles, round and chiseled, that lined the tops of his shoulders and circled his biceps were nothing short of a visual blessing. Her eyes traveled down the expanse of his body and her gaze locked onto the trail of hair that led to his naval and her mouth watered as she looked down even further. It looked better than she had imagined and her body flushed with heat as she stared at it, admiring the two veins that encircled the shaft and the sheen of precum on the tip.

She shuffled backwards on the bed at Leon’s request, a gentle pat on her calf and a jerk of his chin towards the headboard. He crawled after her and the sight of him on his knees, placing a gentle kiss to her shin and caressing her calf sent a shiver down Gabriella’s spine that only got worse when she watched him pump himself as he kneeled before her and stroked his tip between her folds, gathering her arousal onto himself.

Leon hovered over Gabriella, their faces not even an inch apart as he shifted himself between her legs. She could feel him pressing against and she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, rolling her hips to meet him.

“Ready?” He asked quietly.

Gabriella looked at him and nodded with a small smile. She swiped her thumb across a vein on his arm and leaned up to kiss him, but Leon did not move.

“Say yes.”

She paused and stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“I want you to say it—say you want this.” Leon grazed her jaw with his nose, prompting her to lift her chin so he could place a kiss on her neck,

Gabriella twitched beneath him and left out a breath. It was a simple command, but she found it difficult to cooperate and find the one word he was asking for. Part of her was surprised by his request for verbal consent, and maybe it was a play for dominance, but it, nevertheless, felt good to be asked before he pushed himself inside. Another part of her was too overcome with desire to think properly. The last part of her was too prideful to admit that she was desperate to feel his cock deep inside while he fucked her senseless.

She licked her lips and repositioned herself beneath him and caught his lips. Gabriella hoped this would be enough for him to give her what they both needed, but although he kissed her back Leon asked her to say it again, but this time he gripped her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

Letting out a ragged breath, she smirked and nodded. “Yes,” she mumbled against his lips.

She felt his lips twitched upwards against hers before kissing her again. Gabriella reached between them and fisted his cock and guided it towards her entrance. Leon did not move from where Gabriella had put him; instead, he stayed there, hovering hesitantly with his forehead pressed heavily against Gabriella’s.

“You okay…?” Gabriella pushed him back gently and looked up at him. She frowned at his expression. Leon looked worried, tortured even.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“We’re going to have sex, not sign off on a mortgage.” She let out a breathless laugh that quickly died when Leon’s expression remained the same.

He pursed his lips and sat up on his knees. The rejection panged through Gabriella’s chest like a drum and she clenched her jaw, holding back tears while she sat up and drew her knees to her chest.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Leon rubbed his face with both hands and then ran them through his hair. “It’s just—”

“It’s fine.” Gabriella replied curtly, cutting him off. Peering over the edge of the bed, she looked for her shirt until she saw it. “It’s not a big deal.” She mumbled as she leaned over the edge and grabbed it.

“It’s not you, I—”

“Like I said, dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Gabriella could not face him as she put her shirt back on because she had started to cry. Despite the stability in her voice, she was anything but. Gabriella had not been with anyone in almost five years; she had found it difficult to meet people and hook up or date since she graduated and started working at the DSO. She had met people, but nobody was interesting enough or seemed worth her while for a quick release. At first she thought it was just the dating pool in D.C. was not to her standards and preferences and that nothing was wrong with her, but now, with Leon having just acted like having sex with her was nothing short of a nightmare, she was starting to have doubts that maybe she was the undesirable one.

“It’s been a while…since I’ve been with someone,” Leon admitted quietly.

When Gabriella turned around, he had his back to her and was buttoning up his shirt. She did not know what to say. Part of her wanted to sympathize and tell him that it had been years since she had been with anyone too, but another part of her felt as though he did not deserve her honesty after humiliating her in her own home, on her birthday. She almost laughed because it was still her birthday; it was only ten.

“It’s not you. I just got nervous, you know?”

The defeat in his voice made Gabriella pause and she stared at Leon.

“I haven’t had sex in five years.”

Leon turned around with a surprised expression, but it did not phase Gabriella as she continued putting her leggings back on.

“I was really busy with my dissertation and then I started working and haven’t really had time.” She explained as she adjusted her shirt over her pants.

“I had this girlfriend a couple of years ago, back when I still had the T-Virus infection, and after a few months she started distancing herself. For no reason, really. And after a bit, she said it was because of the infection. That it was hard to see and handle and all that and she just didn’t know how to tell me.”

The room stilled, both Gabriella and Leon frozen in their spots, and the confession hung heavy in the air, seemingly sucking it right out of the room. Gabriella swallowed thickly and all of the rage that had been simmering in her blood dissipated and in its place, sympathy took root in her heart.

Gabriella had assumed it was a power move or Leon was really enthusiastic about consent, but now it made more sense. He wanted to hear it for himself, to confirm her own desires to him so that it did not seem she was just going with whatever he wanted—that she was doing this because she wanted to. She thought about how devastating it would feel to find out that someone you were with really did not like you, or want you in the same way you did and that the relationship had been nothing but a facade.

“I’m really sorry, Leon,” was all that she could manage to say.

Leon shrugged and pulled his pants up, but said nothing else.

“If you, uh, wanted to…you can stay.” When Leon looked at her, she gave him an awkward smile. “We can just talk, or—or hang out. And if you want, we can try again.” When he still did not respond, Gabriella shifted her weight on her feet and said, “It’s still my birthday, so…”

This made Leon laugh, the sound airy and unsure, but a laugh nonetheless. Gabrielle took it as an invitation to walk towards him and sit in front of him.

“You sure?” Leon looked down at her, his eyes darting across her face looking for, what she could only assume was, genuinity.

Gabriella nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Leon’s throat bobbed and she reached out and touched his leg, swiping her thumb across the fabric and then tugged it gently, beckoning him to her. Leon took a step and then another until his knees connected to the bed and Gabriella leaned back slightly and spread her legs just wide enough so he could stand in between them. She slid her hand further up his leg to his hand and intertwined their fingers.

Gabriella had a gift for comforting people, men specifically. She had learned it early on in her life, taking care of her mother through her episodes of emotional and mental instability. And then, when the time came, she used everything she had learned to be someone she was not for the sake of surviving. She smiled and laughed through the receiver of her phone when the men who paid for her time said something that was supposed to be endearing or funny, and sympathized when they complained about their ordinary, easy life whether it be their high paying job or nuclear family.

So in that moment Gabriella used all the tactics she had taught herself over the years and with doe eyes that looked up at him through her lashes, she tugged on his hand and pulled him towards her, and when Leon bent down and placed his hands on either side of her she whispered in his ear, running her hands through his hair, and gave him his options for the night and that she would be agreeable to anything he chose to do. She pulled back and let him look at her, her full lips pulled into a kind smile.

The only difference between then and now was that Gabriella was not faking any of it.

Leon Kennedy was a beast in bed and there were moments that Gabriella thought she was going to die, her heart giving out at the ripe age of thirty two. She wondered if his performance had been altered by the T-Virus infection and if that was a point of contention in his previous relationship, or relationships. Regardless of it, whomever he was with before was missing out.

“Leon, please I can’t take it,” she begged him through gritted teeth.

“But you’ve been doing so good.” Leon purred the praise, his breath hot in her ear.

Gabriella let out a strangled cry and squeezed her legs tighter around his waist and raked her nails across his shoulder. Her other hand was trapped beside her head, Leon having held it there minutes prior. She had stared at their interlocked fingers and then at him with wide eyes; something within her, akin to fear, twisted in her stomach and made it flip onto itself.

She was not scared, but she was at the same time. This was different than she was used to and Leon was a type of man that she had not encountered before, especially now with him on top of her and buried so deep she kept having to lift her hips to alleviate the pressure he was putting on her cervix. He was attentive and made sure, above else, that she felt good. Despite the harsh momentum of their bodies, his touches and kisses were kind and Gabriella struggled to experience all aspects of her predicament at once without feeling a sense of whiplash.

Leon’s hips twitched and his rhythm faltered and he dropped his head onto her shoulder, cursing against her skin. Without looking up, he reached down and hooked her leg around his arm and pressed himself further into her until their skin connected. Leon circled his hips and Gabriella felt him grin against her skin when she moaned loudly and arched her back.

“Feel good, baby?”

Words failed her because her brain had turned entirely into mush, so Gabriella groaned and bit her lip, and nodded.

“Tell me.”

She whined pathetically and dug her heel into his lower back. He was asking too much of her. She knew that he knew that it was good; she knew that he could feel her walls spasm around him with each of her orgasms and hear her cries when he filled her to the brim. The only thing Leon did not know was that this was the best sex that Gabriella had ever had.

“Yes,” she finally managed to say. She turned her head and looked at Leon when she felt him lift his head from her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

She bit her lip and nodded, tears pricking her eyes. “S’good. I—I swear. It’s the best…ah…I’ve never had it so good.”

Leon grinned knowingly and it made Gabriella’s core pulse and she gasped at the sensation, throwing her head into the mattress. She pressed herself even further into the mattress when Leon quickened his pace and she could hear their skin, slick with both sweat and their arousal, slapping against each other. Gabriella was overwhelmed, overstimulated with it all and she felt her body start to quiver uncontrollably and she began to pant, her breaths coming out in quick, short uneven bursts of air.

“Leon, I’m…oh.”

Leon hit a spot, sensitive and raw inside of her that made her jolt and the tears that had been threatening to spill finally came falling down her cheeks. She listened to Leon chuckle when he thrusted, hitting the spot again.

“Look at me.” Leon urged her by cupping her face and tilting her head down.

When Gabriella opened her eyes she could see him looking at her with a hazy gaze and he licked his lips while admiring her features that were contorted in pleasure. They looked at each other for a few minutes in silence and Gabriella found it excruciating to maintain eye contact while he led her to ruin. She also found it to be too intimate, a recurring theme with Leon; she was unsure of how to proceed with him, when he kissed her and touched her, looked at her and asked her to tell him how it felt when he was fucking her. She had never experienced kindness, and she was not kind either, but Leon was and while Gabriella was very adaptable, she found it difficult to adapt to this. The only reason she could not stop feeding into him was because of how good it felt, how good he was making her feel. She had a brief thought that maybe she did not like what she did before, and instead liked being taken care of even if it was just sex.

Like before, something in Gabriella snapped when Leon grounded his hips into her, grazing the sweet spot inside of her. Her walls tightened and she could not move as he did it again.

“You’re taking me so good, Gabriella. Did you know that?”

She gasped and a wave of nausea mixed with pleasure rocked through her and she stared at Leon in disbelief. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer and all she could muster was a weak nod.

“Yeah…” He pressed a kiss on her check and let his lips linger. “You’re doing so good.”

She choked out a sob and shook her head. She could feel every muscle in her body tighten and it was starting to hurt, her climax bubbling beneath her skin and deep inside of her begging to be released.

“Leon…” She whimpered and looked at him in desperation.

He did not falter. In fact, it seemed like her mewls and incoherent blabbering egged him on because he rolled his hips faster against her, his cock pumping in and out of her with renewed force, like it had something to prove.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. So pretty taking me, coming like such a good girl—”

Gabriella’s orgasm unleashed itself onto her, Leon, and the bed so unexpectedly and without warning that she could not conceive of what was happening as her body stiffened and she arched herself into Leon, her heels digging into the mattress.

“Oh my God, Leon!” Her scream was cut short by a sob and she gripped Leon’s hair and pulled him into her so she could bury her head into his shoulder. Her body shook with sobs as her climax tore through her, and her body convulsed with each wave of ecstasy. She felt Leon still and through the ringing in her ears, she could hear him moan her name as he spilled inside of her.

They laid there for a few minutes, their breaths coming out in unsynchronized pants with the occasional sniffle from Gabriella. Leon tried to move off of her, but she held him close and shook her head.

“Give me a minute.” She whispered, stroking his hair.

Leon nodded and kissed her cheek, rubbing small circles with his thumb on her waist gently. She held him for a few more minutes and let him go only after she stopped twitching and crying. Leon did not get off the bed like she had assumed he would, getting dressed and leaving as quickly as he had arrived. Instead he rolled on to his back and pulled her towards him. Gabriella, instinctively, despite it not being her instinct at all, curled into his side and threw her leg on top of his.

After a few minutes Leon spoke, asking, “Was it really the best you’ve had or were you just saying that?”

His voice pulled Gabriella from sinking into unconsciousness and she nodded sleepily against his chest.

“Really?”

Gabriella angled her head upwards, gazing at him with red eyes from exhaustion and her tears from earlier.

Sighing, she replied. “Not every woman is fortunate enough to meet a nice man.”