In The Raccoon Police Department
Another day in the RPD for R3make Jill Valentine and RE4make Leon S. Kennedy. In the 1F East Office when no one else is there in the room...
The stale smell of cigarettes seemed cloying, baked into the carpet by the blast of fluorescent tube lighting that wheezed down in flickering death rattles from their cheap housing on the water-stained ceiling. The office was cold, it was always cold at this time of night, but the window seal had broken and let the early winter air leak through like a hiss between teeth. It should have been unbearable in the office. The cold should have been miserable. But it was hard to be miserable when she was this close to him. It was hard to be anything...but hard. Jill's hand skimmed over the twitching bulge in his pants, her lips lifted in a little pout of pure pleasure, and his hands clasped so hard on the desk he was surprised it didn't crack from the pressure.
Temptation didn't smell like the soggy stench of an empty bullpen, it smelled of the sweat of survival, and the addictive scent of woman. With something close to a low groan of surrender, Leon leaned in and took a hit of the drug that was Jill Valentine.
His breath was warm against her lips, spicy with a hint of aged whiskey - and nearly as intoxicating. She might have kept it light, made a joke, or kept it friendly, but the limpid flutter of his lashes felt like a flag waved to start a race and her heart was galloping toward the finish line for him. Their mouths skimmed, her hand roaming, her eyes watching his face with a predator's hungry intensity. She saw the flash of need and smelled the surge of desire, and it echoed in her as she quested her palm over him and purred like a cat enamored with the warmth of his lap. Something about him pulled pieces of her greed out of the careful professionalism she wore so well and urged her to break her own rules, and his, to chase that high he offered. She'd never wanted anything in her life like she wanted to taste this man.
"*Leon*," his name from her mouth sounded like sin, it tempted like sin, and it tasted like sin as she found him, rolled her fist over the feel of him in that soft denim, and swallowed the sound of his surrender with a desperate kiss that thrilled them both.
By @TheLadyFrost. Thank You!
Created using Daz Studio 4.22.1 using a lot of time and patience. Still learning since June'24. Took 16200 seconds to render in Nvidia Iray. Think that's due to the render settings and my 10 year old PC. Takes even longer to position the Camera, Lights and setting up Poses.
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