⚠️THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NSFW AND SENSITIVE THEMES⚠️
The next 2 days were the same, sitting around the house, attempting to do some paperwork on the New Mexico mission. But you would soon feel extremely drained after just a few moments of concentration.
And every time you found yourself staring at the pages, your mind buzzing with all sorts of thoughts, your frustration grew further. Leon had to interfere, removing the files from you and giving you something else to do.
"Okay, look. You can focus on that at the end of the week." Leon tries to calm you down.
"But Simmons will kill me if it isn't handed in by Friday."
"I will talk to Simmons."
Your head falls down onto your arms resting on the table with a loud sigh. Leon comes up from behind you, a large warm hand rubs across your back.
"Go take a nap for a while." He says softer, his hand continuing to graze your fabric covered skin.
"Im not a child, stop treating me like one." You grunt, pushing yourself up from the table anyhow.
"Shouldn't you be back at work already?" You add.
"You're the one who asked me to stay."
"Are you telling me I've overstayed my welcome?"
You shut your mouth, huffing in frustration as you drag your tired self into your room, the door slamming shut behind you with a dramatic bang.
That's what has been happening lately, you don't really know why you keep snapping at Leon when all he's doing is helping you. But there's something inside you that's attempting to protect yourself, but you aren't sure what from.
Your phone pings from the bedside table as you throw yourself onto the mattress.
Carlos: How's time off treating you?
You smile at your phone, Carlos has been checking on you everyday, he even added you to a groupchat with Helena.
You: Boring, nothing has changed. How's life at the office?
Carlos: Same old. You been getting any sleep?
Helena: Carlos quit hounding her, let the poor girl rest
Carlos: Fine okay! Talk to you later (Y/N)
Helena: We will get you out of that house one day this week
You: Thanks guys, see you soon
You let out a happy sigh, putting your phone face down on the table and letting yourself be sunken into the bed.
But sleep never comes for you, your thoughts take over instead.
Anytime your eyes close, that nightmarish white room flashes in your head, Volkow's excruciating voice running through your ears like he's actually there.
You turn around in the bed, kicking the covers off your body.
It's only 4pm, but you know your body needs more rest than it's actually getting. If only it were that easy.
You continue to lay there in the dimly lit room, staring up at the ceiling. You can't help but doubt yourself, thinking how you could make yourself stronger. Strong enough for you to be able to stop whoever that was properly.
And then here come the memories of that guy exploding all over you, his flesh and blood spurting everywhere.
You groan out, forcing yourself out of the bed. You have literally had it with these thoughts.
You walk to the bedroom door, swinging it open with a small creak before stepping foot into the main living space. Leon puts his book down as he sits on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.
"Can't settle?" He asks, turning his head around towards you.
You shake your head, a hand brushing over your face. You're so tired, you feel like you could sleep for days in a row. But you hate sleeping, knowing it's just going to force you back to Umbrella and other memories you don't want to relive.
Leon stands up, slowly approaching you. He opens his arms, checking over your face first before pulling you into a hug. His warmth embracing your body, arms wrapped around your waist, holding your head closer to him.
Being like this, this is the only time you ever feel calm. Your mind is quieter, breathing is slower, everything is at peace.
You don't pull away for a while, just standing there, intertwined with Leon, your face pressed flush against his large chest.
Leon slowly backs himself away, his hand reaching up to your face, cupping your cheek. His thumb caresses your cheek softly and slowly, his eyes staring down into yours with a sense of care and compassion you remember from years ago.
Just from looking up at his icy blue pupils makes your stomach flutter and flip, heart skipping a beat from his simple touch to your face.
His other hand snakes tighter around your waist, his fingers slightly digging into your skin through your shorts. Leon's finger lifts your chin up more, closer to his face. So close you can feel the air exhaling out of his nose.
He lets out a hum, looking at you with such admiration, as if there is something there that makes you worth staring at.
"Can I kiss you?" He quietly asks.
You nod once, almost trembling with nerves as a small smile grows over his face. You lean up closer to him, until his lips softly press right into yours into a sweet light kiss. His hands hold you closer to him.
You automatically find yourself going back in for more, a deeper, more feeling kiss. Your hands reach up to his face, one holding the back of his neck to deepen the joint space of your mouths.
You feel Leon's tongue slide across your lower lip, seeking permission to enter your mouth. And you oblige, opening the kiss wider for his tongue to tangle within yours. Your hand holds tighter on the hair of Leon's head, releasing a low groan into your mouth from his.
His hands firmly pull you tighter to his body by your waist. Both of you are overtaken by a sudden intense amount of passion. A passion that you are now realising is what you have been feeling building over time. Since the moment you saw him at the DSO all over again.
Leon backs you into your room, walking you into the dark space without breaking the kiss. His hands find your hair, tangling his fingers within the strands on your head, a gentle but tight grasp that tilts your head to an angle that allows him to plunge his tongue further into your mouth.
Your body hits the bed, crawling backwards as Leon climbs over you. Returning back to a charged kiss that heats up your body so violently.
One of Leon's hands rests beside your head, keeping him from resting his entire body weight over yours, his fingers brushing through your hair gently. His other hand dances along your body, sliding up and down your waist and legs.
The touch sends tingles amongst your skin, a pool of heat settling low in your core.
Leon leans his lower body closer to your thighs, his hands slightly opening them wider to allow himself to drag his hardened, clothed cock against the fabric covering your flushed pussy.
You let out a muffled moan from the friction, your hands scrunching up Leon's shirt, raising it higher and higher until he sits upright to rip it off, revealing his bare chest. You've seen him shirtless plenty of times. But that was before. That was a different version of Leon.
He smirks at your reaction, your eyes heavy with desire, cheeks pink.
"Like what you see?" He chuckles lowly.
You giggle under your breath, pulling him back into a messy kiss with your hands snaking over his shoulders.
Your feet find their way over Leon's waist, forcing his erection to drag deeper along your soaked shorts. He lets out a deep groan into your lips, his hands tightening at your waist, fingers sliding under your shirt.
The heat of his hand on your bare skin electrifies you, your clit throbbing from arousal.
His hands find their way quickly to your breasts where he caresses the plush skin, his thumb flicking over your pebbled nipple. Your back arches from the sensation, your mouth widening, to which Leon returns his tongue into your mouth circling your own.
Leon grunts as his cock throbs through his trousers, the fabric constricting. He needs a release. His hands lift up the hem of your shirt, desperately wanting more skin on skin. But he pulls back from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust.
"Can I take this off?" He asks, his voice low.
Your heart flutters, any trace of self-consciousness from your scarred and bruised stomach and body escaping, replaced with an overwhelming need of Leon entirely.
"Yes," you breathlessly reply, sounding more of a whimper.
He nods his head, a smirk lifting in his mouth. His hands gently grab at the fabric, your back lifting as he pulls it over your body.
You feel your stomach drop as his eyes land on the particularly large, deep bruise covering the majority of your skin. His fingers gently graze over it, before his head dips down. You feel the light brush of his lips kissing your scars and marks. All over your chest and belly.
"You..are so..beautiful.." He murmurs between kisses, his hot breath blowing against your skin.
Your hands run through Leon's hair, he closes his eyes, continuing to kiss your body, dipping lower and lower until his fingers loop around your shorts. His face flicks back up to yours, looking up at you through his eyelashes.
You nod your head nearly frantically, watching as Leon's hands pull down both your shorts and drenched underwear, tossing it onto the floor of your room.
His eyes once again grace over your bare skin, but you don't feel judged, you don't feel uncomfortable. You feel appreciated.
His fingers run over the scars you gave yourself, his eyes deepen with something you can't quite tell what, but that thought gets swiftly replaced by the feeling of soft pecks along your inner thigh. A gentle nibble to one side before he eases the mark with his tongue. You can't feel the pain from the bite, but you can feel the warmth sensation sending more wetness to your already slick folds.
Leon's fingers run along your pussy, the gentle touch making you jerk and squirm before he begins rubbing circles onto your swollen clit. A bigger smile grows on his face watching your face scrunch up, mouth agape, with a range of moans and whimpers escaping your throat.
Before you can even process it, Leon lowers his head, his tongue sliding along your wetness, soaking it all up for himself as he groans into you. Sending vibrations through your already sensitive clit.
He fluctuates between long licks and fast flicks of his tongue against your clit, swirling around in circles before he inserts one finger into your hole. Your walls clenching around his middle finger, pulsating and warm.
"So tight, still so tight for me." He grunts, beginning to thrust in and out of you, his tongue continuing to work wonders in the meantime.
Your body is so overrun with pleasure, eyes welling with tears from the feeling. Leon can feel your hole contract around him, he plunges another finger in, sending a yelp and moan to escape your mouth. Your hand grips into his hair, just as you remember he likes. And you're reassured when Leon moans into your pussy.
You feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten, and Leon feels it too, his groans carry on into your soaked flesh, knowing it adds to the pleasure.
"That's it..come for me, baby" Leon mutters before digging his mouth right back into you, teeth nipping at your clit as you reach the peak of your orgasm. Your thighs tremble around Leon's head, moans bouncing off the walls of your bedroom as he carries on working at you through the after waves.
Once you completely come down, Leon cleans you up himself, with his tongue, the absurd sounds of squelching and wetness filling your ears.
As he climbs back up to you, your hand gripping his trousers from the waistband, his lips find yours, allowing you to taste the mixture of yourself and him.
"Even more beautiful than before." He whispers into your ear, kissing your neck and grazing his teeth along your skin.
"Please..I need you." You whimper out, your hole clenching around nothing.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you because of...you know.." He quietly speaks, breaking the contact from your neck and gazing right into your glassy eyes, down to your scars and bruises.
You let out a laugh, shaking your head from the ironic sentence, you know what he means.
"You can't hurt me." you remind him.
He nods, unbuckling his belt and dropping the trousers down, followed by his underwear, kicking them off to the floor.
His cock springs up, pre-cum leaking out of his raw tip. Your mouth waters at the sight, somehow he seems bigger than before, though you know that isn't even possible.
His fist clenches around his length, pumping it a few times before he hovers over you between your legs, his other hand wrapping around your lower back.
"Lift up your hips, sweetheart." He mumbles, you do as he says, before you yelp in surprise as his hands pull your legs wide and over his shoulders. Practically folding you in half.
His tip drags through your wetness, coating the head before he slowly and gently pushes his cock into your pussy. Leon lets out a grunt, eyes shutting as his forehead rests against yours.
He goes slow, kissing your lips until his whole girth is bottomed out.
He kisses you once more, before he pulls his cock out, leaving just the tip. And with another slow thrust, he enters again, the thickness filling you up is extraordinary.
Leon begins thrusting faster, the angle of your legs and hips raised allows him to dig even deeper inside you, his tip almost immediately hitting that soft spot inside.
Your moans fill his ears, Leon's fingers run over your jaw, your neck, shoulders, the curve of your breasts as they gently bounce with each thrust, down to your stomach and hips.
Both of your vocalisations fill the room, sending butterflies to your stomach as he continues to push deeper in and out of you. Skin slapping skin as his pace quickens, groans and moans leaving his throat.
"Is this okay?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek.
"Better than okay," You moan out, eyes closing with pleasure.
"Keep your eyes on me baby." His deep voice sends shivers down you, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, his groans and grunts turning into whimpers as Leon feels your pussy fluttering around his cock.
"Leon..I..can't.." You whimper out, nails digging into the skin of Leon's back, leaving crescent indents.
"Yes you can sweetheart, come all over my cock for me."
The words coming out of Leon's mouth echoes through your ears, your muscles tightening around him. Leon moans deeper with your hole sucking his cock in and out.
His thumb snakes down to your clit between your bodies pressed together, putting pressure on it, rubbing rapid circles causing your eyes to fill with tears, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as the coil in your belly snaps. A high pitch whine and moan leaves your mouth, gripping onto Leon's shoulders to brace yourself.
Your orgasm takes over your body, more heightened than the first one. Your legs and body twitching and trembling, hips snapping into Leon's pelvis, his hips grinding into you deeper and deeper.
"Atta girl..now take my cum, im gonna fill up that little hole that's made for me," He grunts out.
Leon braces 2 arms beside your head, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he thrusts once more. A guttural groan muffled by your skin, feeling the warmth of his cum filling you up.
You wrap your arms around his skin, your heart beating against his chest as Leon flops down onto your body. He kisses your neck and collarbone, his breathing heavy against your goosebumps skin.
Leon pushes himself off you once both of you have fully come down from your highs, his softening cock slipping out as both yours and his mess spills out of your hole. He smiles as he sees the sight, before he heads into the bathroom, returning with a flannel. He lifts your legs up slightly, enough for him to clean you up with the warm, soaked fabric.
He presses one little kiss to your pussy, "You did so good for me." He mutters as he looks back up to you, squeezing your thigh before putting the flannel away to be washed.
Leon climbs back into the bed beside you, extending an arm for you to tuck yourself right into the space with him. You rest your head on his bare chest, his hand lifts your leg to lay it over his, your thigh just about covering his cock beneath it.
You stay silent for a while, content. Listening to his strong heartbeat under your ear. Leon's fingers run against your skin on your back, riding down to your leg. His hand gently graces over your bruises and scars on your legs, his other hand smoothing over the scars on your arms and chest.
You can feel him swallow, so you lift your head slightly, noticing his eyes on your body. You reach your face up, enough to press a kiss to the beauty mark on his throat, before retreating back to his chest.
"What does this mean?" You break the silence.
"Hmm?" He responds quietly.
"This, what does this mean, for us?" your hand pointing to your joint, intertwined naked bodies.
Leon inhales deeply, exhaling through his nose which blows your hair beneath his head.
"It means whatever you want it to mean."
"And what does that mean?" You question, actually wanting an answer but knowing you wont get one from him.
Leon runs a hand through your hair, "My feelings for you never left, (Y/N)."
You swallow back deeply, heart doing multiple front flips. That is something you didn't expect to hear.
"Even after all these years, seeing you again didn't just bring back how I used to feel. It charged it." He adds, his voice low and quiet, rocky with vulnerability.
You know Leon is not one for conversations like this, he only ever expresses his feelings through touch, acts of service or quality time, rather than words.
His hand returns back to your scars, a thumb tracing a particularly newer one. One you know didn't come from Umbrella, or the shipping dock.
"What happened here?" Leon asks suddenly, his eyes pointing down to the same scar.
You shrug your shoulders, gulping. "Probably caught it on something at the docks."
"This wasn't here when you came back from the mission, (Y/N)." He replies, voice more stern.
"I don't know, maybe I hit my arm in my sleep?"
"(Y/N), I'm not stupid." Leon whispers, sitting up more, lifting you up with him.
"Can we just...rest?" You ask, desperately hoping he'll drop it.
You lean against his shoulder as one hand rests on your thigh, the other holding your arm.
"Are you..doing this to yourself?" Leon asks, his voice gentle, eyes filling with hurt and worry.
"Dont be silly." You laugh nervously, pulling your arm away to cover your still naked self, but Leon stops you, keeping your arm close to him.
"Why?" He asks, voice cracking slightly.
"Why what? Leon can we just please–"
"(Y/N) stop avoiding." He cuts you off.
"I don't want to do this right now Leon please."
His hand caresses your cheek. "Talk to me." Leon pleads.
You shake your head, "Can you just stop coddling me like some fragile little thing?" You snap.
"You are! I just want to be normal, live a normal life. I want to go back to how things were before, they were simple then, and I wasn't whatever...this is!" You gesture to your body.
"And it doesn't help with everyone tip-toeing around me like I might just burst or something. Especially you." Your voice softens, eyes filling with tears that won't spill.
You pull the sheets around you, suddenly feeling so small, so much more vulnerable as Leon's eyes study you.
"I don't mean to, I just care about you, so much." Leon huffs out, arms falling beside his body.
You shake your head, hugging your body tighter.
"(Y/N), don't push me away anymore." Leon asks, a hand reaching out to your knee.
You close your eyes, dragging a long inhale through your nose. The room feels so much smaller now, like the walls are moving in, the ceiling falling down lower and lower. Like you can't catch enough air for your lungs.
Leon's hand tightens around your knee, squeezing it to bring you back away from your thoughts. His thumb brushing your skin.
"I'm sorry." You sigh out, a single tear dropping out of your eye.
"Don't apologise, c'mere." Leon beckons a hand for you to cuddle into him, his arms enveloping your body against his. Leon kisses the top of your head.
"You need to learn to accept help, let me take care of you properly." He mumbles against your hair.
"That's ironic coming from you." You chuckle out.
Leon lets out a short laugh, leaning his head into yours.
"Yeah, and I know it was difficult to love then, maybe I still am. But I know how it feels to struggle accepting support even when you need it the most."
You smile against his chest. Leon holds you tighter against him, feeling his head nodding from above you.
You and Leon had spent that whole week off together, making up for the lost time in as many ways as you could manage. The shower, the floor, the sink, the couch, table, counter tops.
But you felt able to open up more, you told him more about Umbrella, getting everything off of your mind. You explained that despite knowing you can't feel pain, you still attempt to inflict it upon yourself, a horrible coping habit as a way to feel normal again.
And Leon listened through it all, beside you at all times. He helped you feel less insecure of your bruised and marked skin, you felt more comfortable wearing tank tops, shorts, and short sleeve clothing.
Just like before, he always made you feel pretty, even right after waking up, your hair a mess, morning breath. He reminds you as much as he can.
By the end of the week, you managed to write up a report of New Mexico, Leon gave you some advice, seeing as he's had to write plenty of his own. Which you very much appreciated seeing as it helped you finish it much quicker.
Carlos and Helena messaged you everyday, and they are planning on taking you out for breakfast before you return to the DSO this morning. Leon offered too, but you knew he had way too much paperwork to catch up on.
You both agreed to not openly reveal your... relationship?
You aren't really sure whether to call it that.
So he left early hours this morning, your first morning of the week alone. It felt strange, waking up without the heaviness of his arm draped around your waist, his face buried into your back.
You stretch out your arms, the sheet barely covering your bare skin. Letting out a sigh, you check the time, seeing it's already 6am.
Carlos said he will come pick you up at 7, so you've set yourself up for a very rushed morning routine today.
You have a quick shower, before changing into a formal mid-length skirt and short-sleeved blouse, your black pair of heels with it.
You put on some makeup, drying off your hair and adding a light curl into it. The locks softly bounce at your shoulders.
You haven't felt this confident in a while, dressed formally ready for work.
The door knocks, startling you. You reach for your bag before heading out of the door, nodding at your officers before smiling at Carlos.
"Hey! Look at you, that time off served you well." he rests a hand on your shoulder with a big wide smile.
"Yeah," You laugh out, "definitely needed it."
Carlos opens the passenger door of his car for you, driving you down to the city to meet Helena for food. Your officers follow behind.
He pulls up to a carpark, walking you down to a bright, welcoming restaurant. Helena turns around, a soft smile painting her face.
"You look great (Y/N)! That time off really replenished you." She looks you up and down, bringing you into a hug.
"I said the same thing," Carlos adds.
You all enter the restaurant setting down in a booth and each ordering a coffee to help wake up. Carlos updates you about the latest gossip he's overheard from the agents, and Helena actually updates you on the team meetings you had missed.
"Haven't seen Leon in a while either." Carlos adds at the mention of your absence from the team.
Helena points her eyes at you, a knowing glint and an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah uhm...he's been helping me this week." You quietly respond.
Carlos nods, "That's nice of him, I guess?"
Helena stifles a giggle as she sips her coffee, her eyes staring right at you, with a wink. How the hell does she read you that well that she can immediately know?
"He must've helped you real well." She adds, eyebrows quirking up, indicating the reason for your freshened up appearance.
You choke back on your drink, swallowing it before giving her a 'be quiet' look.
Carlos looks between you both, absolutely oblivious. But the conversation returns back to work chat, before you all head to the office.
As soon as you enter the building, you're ushered into a meeting with the whole team. You didn't get a chance to visit Chloe, nor put your bag in the breakroom.
Carlos enters first, holding the door open for you as you enter the conference room, the whole team waiting with Hunnigan standing at the end of the long table. Though your eyes quickly fall on Leon, sitting on the opposite side, his eyes scan you up and down.
A deep smirk grows on his face as he shifts in his seat, nodding his head at the empty chair beside him. You hide a smile, setting yourself down next to him, attempting to act as natural as possible.
Leon leans closer to your ear whilst everyone talks amongst themselves, "You pick that outfit on purpose?" he mumbles quietly.
"Don't know what you're talking about." You shrug, an innocent smile hiding the butterflies flying around your stomach.
Leon leans back into the chair, arms crossing over his crotch which you can't help but glance at, noticing the tent bulging in his trousers.
The meeting was a regular catch up, discussing paperwork, and potential threats of bioweapon activity to keep an eye on. Hunnigan dismisses you all, and one-by-one everyone leaves the room, leaving just you and Leon.
You stand up, patting down the creases of your skirt. But before you could walk to the door, a firm hand snakes around your waist pulling you flush against Leon's chest. Your ass pressing right up to his erect cock through his trousers.
He presses little kisses to your shoulders, hands running up and down your body.
"Storage room, 3rd floor, 12pm." He mutters behind your ear, turning you around and bringing you into a deep kiss.
"That's risky work Mr Kennedy." You reply against his lips.
"Would you rather me bend you over this table and take you right here?"
You laugh, face flushing bright red. "Storage room it is."
You pull away from the kiss, turning around. Leon leaves a playful slap to your ass as you walk out of the room, smoothing down your hair and clothes before you head to Chloe's office, hoping to arrange a new appointment.
This is all so strange, how quickly you and Leon have settled into such a normal routine. At least it feels normal, just like how you had been years ago, yet this time more charged, more ruthless, reckless.
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