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This version of the progress flag legitimately looks so nice
Gilbert baker rainbow, huge intersex circle, the design is cluttered but in a good way 10/10
[ID: A version of the progress pride flag with a large purple intersex ring outlined in gold, looping through pink, blue, brown, and black chevrons on the side, which have a base of white. The horizontal stripes are: pink, red, orange, yellow, green, light blue, dark blue, and purple. End ID.]
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Billy Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Megan and Leon continue to lather off the sweat and semen from their earlier activities, Leon gliding body wash over the both of them, lather shampoo and conditioner into both of them’s blonde hair and rinsing it all off.
Once everything is completely rinsed off, no suds left to be seen, Leon turns the shower off, and carries Megan out to dry both of them off, sitting Megan down on a chair that Megan had in her bathroom once she was dried so Leon could dry himself off.
Now that both of them are cleaned and dried off, Leon opens the door to grab their clothes. But instead of the room being unoccupied like when they left it, Billy Sinclaire; Megan’s dad, is now sitting on the edge of Megan’s bed, waiting for the two to get out of the shower.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “So, you fucked my daughter, huh?” Billy starts.
Leon: “Uhm…y-yeah, I did that.” Leon admits, deciding to just be honest.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Can’t say I blame you, she is pretty.” He remarks.
Leon: “Y-Yeah, that she is.” Leon nods.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Is that why you had sex with her right after you just met her? You meet a young woman, chat with her and dance with her, get to know her…and just have sex with her right after in her family home, with her family and friends here? For her sister’s wedding?” Sinclaire spits.
Leon: “Grimm and Carlos don’t seem to have issues with it.” Leon retorts.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Carlos Oliveira is an outsider. Grimm and the girls’ mother aren’t as strict about sex and relationships. Hell, they’re proud that Megan finally found someone.”
Leon: “Shouldn’t you be proud of her as well.” Leon questions, looking down at Megan who was still resting in his arms, both Megan and Leon still being completely bare.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “I am, don’t get me wrong. But I would be even prouder if you didn’t have unprotected sex on the same night that you met her. Especially for her first time.” He answers.
Leon: “Don’t worry, Mr. Sinclaire, I took care of her.” Leon reassures.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Don’t tell me to not worry about my daughter, kid. I can see by looking at her that you took care of her. Even bathing her afterwards and everything.”
Leon: “Me and Megan are both regularly checked at the station, so neither of us have any STDs, Sinclaire.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Well I would fucking hope so, or you wouldn’t have put your dick in or anywhere near by daughter. I know S.T.A.R.S. and Police Departments work. The damn pigs.”
Leon: “R-Right.” Leon stammers.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “That being said, you seem like a nice kid. Leon Kennedy, was it?”
Leon: “Y-Yes, sir.” He nods.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Cop-in-training at Megan’s department, is that right?”
Leon: “Y-Yes, sir. Though I haven’t met her officially until tonight.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Until tonight? What, were you too shy and caught up in training to talk to her?”
Leon: “P-Precisely, Mr. Sinclaire.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “So you’re one of those types of kids, huh? Focusing on the tasks at hand unless a girl talks to you first?”
Leon: “Megan is different. She’s special, unlike the other girls that I’ve been with.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “You think so?”
Leon: “I know so.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “That’s what I like to hear.” He slightly smiles.
Leon: “So you’ll allow me to be with her?” Leon asks, hopeful. Billy thinks for a moment before answering.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “While I don’t approve of tonight’s actions, I do approve of you being with her. Say, how old are you, boy?”
Leon: “T-Twenty.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Twenty? So you start as a cop next year?”
Leon: “Yes, sir.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Good, good. I’ll arrange it so that Megan goes with you on your first mission. Does that sound good, Kennedy?” Leon’s face lights up.
Leon: “I would love that, Mr. Sinclaire. Thank you.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Of course.” Billy nods before standing up and walking towards Megan’s bedroom door. “I’ll let you two get dressed.” He adds before leaving the room.
Megan and Leon then get dressed, Megan pulling out pajamas for her and Leon as she didn’t want him sleeping in his wedding clothes, and she didn’t want to sleep in hers. Megan and Leon then lay down, cuddling until their eyes got heavy and sleep overtook them. A smile on both of their faces as they entered dreamland.
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire, Carlos Oliveira, Billy Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Grimm’s pov
Grimm and Carlos were still on the balcony connected to their bedroom when Megan and Leon finished. They could hear the noises calming down and stop from where they were.
Carlos: “Sounds like they finished. Megan managed to get all the way through.” He smiles.
Grimm: “Yeah, I’m proud of her. Just hopefully he didn’t cum in her, or there’s gonna be problems.” Carlos shakes his head.
Carlos: “He wouldn’t do that. Especially not with her. He’s not reckless.” He reassures.
Grimm: “I know. I’m just trying to look out for my little sister.” Grimm replies. Before Carlos can say anything else, they hear Megan’s en suite shower running.
Grimm: “They’re taking a shower. That’s good. He’s taking care of her.” Grimm nods, a slight smile coming to their face.
Carlos: “Of course. They’re officers. Well, Leon is an officer in training, so they know to shower after training or a mission.” He jests, causing Grimm to flick him on the forehead.
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Megan: “You know I do have a shower, Leon. You don’t have to wipe me down.” Megan gestures towards her en suite bathroom.
Leon blinks, then follows your gesture to the en suite bathroom. Right…of course Megan has a shower. He’d been so focused on cleaning her with tissues like some awkward teenager that he forgot that this was a mansion; one with luxury bathrooms and everything.
Leon: “Right…shower…” Leon smiles sheepishly. Without another word, he stands up, still gloriously bare as he grabs his clothes from the floor before turning back to her.
Leon: “Want me to join?” He questions softly. Not pushing, just offering. Megan nods.
Megan: “I don’t even know if I can stand up right now.” Megan admits. Leon’s expression shifts instantly; protective, soft. He sees the tiredness in Megan’s eyes, the slight wobble in her limbs even when she tries to sit up. Megan was spent. Not just physically, but emotionally too. Without hesitation, Leon gently slips an arm behind Megan’s back and his other arm slips under Megan’s knees.
Leon: “Alright, then I’ll carry you.” He murmurs, carrying Megan with surprising ease; thanks to his training and those strong arms of his, he lifts Megan into a bridal carry. Megan’s body feels warm against Leon’s bare chest as he lifts her from the bed. He carries Megan slowly towards the bathroom door.
Once inside of the bathroom, Megan tells Leon how to turn her shower on and which way to turn the knob for hot and cold water. Leon nods, listening carefully as Megan explains her shower settings; knobs, water temperature direction, how to turn it on. He’s not used to luxury bathrooms like this; his own place back in the city is simple: one knob and a hope for decent water pressure. But he pays attention, like everything else with him.
He turns on the water first: turning the cold side slightly to test it before adjusting it hotter until steam starts to rise. A perfect warm stream begins filling the spacious glass shower stall. Leon then glances around, soaps and shampoos are neatly lined up, as are towels of all sizes. Leon grabs a fluffy black towel, draping it over a heating rack before turning back towards Megan.
Leon looks at her still in his arms, a little dazed and soft from the afterglow, and he carefully steps into Megan’s shower stall. The warm water starts to fill the space around them, steam curling up in gentle waves. Leon adjusts Megan gently so her feet touch the tile floor, but keeps one arm securely around her waist to make sure that she doesn't slip. He then grabs a bottle of body wash; lavender scented, and squeezes some onto a wash cloth. Without asking or rushing, he begins lathering it then slowly starts washing Megan’s body.
A soft moan slips out of Megan’s lips, the sound unexpected, involuntary, and Leon hears it. At this noise of pleasure, his hand pauses for half a second. Not because he was surprised, but because the sound; that tiny, blissful sigh of relaxation as the warm washcloth glided over Megan’s skin. It did something to him. Something sweet and tender. Leon resumes gently, working the lavender scented lather onto Megan’s body in slow circles: Her arms…her shoulders…down her back…down her legs…over her stomach…brushing over her private areas…Every touch is careful, almost reverent.
The water continues cascading around the both of them. The steam thickening, and despite what had just happened on Megan’s bed? This moment feels different…quieter…soothing. Leon isn’t trying to turn Megan on again, he’s taking care of her like a responsible man would.
Warnings: nsfw continues (loss of virginity, p in v, unprotected intercourse)
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire, Carlos Oliveira, Billy Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Billy Sinclaire Father’s pov
Billy was just hanging around, talking to family and friends while sipping some of his favorite whiskey, just vibing to the slow music that was still playing. As he was making his way towards the bar to refill his whiskey glass; his ‘sixth sense’ went off. Almost like a Spider-Sense that was attuned to his daughters. He could sense that Megan was currently in pain. And worse, that she was bleeding.
He immediately places his glass down onto the bar counter and heads upstairs to Megan’s room. The only thing that snapped Billy out was Grimm’s voice when he passed by her room, their bedroom door being open so they and Carlos could see if anyone tried to interrupt Megan and Leon or if Megan and/or Leon walked out.
Grimm: “Dad!?” Grimm exclaims, shocked to see him.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Grimm? Grimm, sweetheart, is your sister ok?” Billy asks, turning towards Grimm and Carlos and entering their room.
Grimm: “Um, yes? Me and Carlos have been here listening out for them to make sure they were okay and that no one bothered them.” Grimm explains.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Apparently not good enough considering that Megan’s currently in pain and bleeding.” He retorts.
Grimm: “Um, yeah…she’s a virgin, Dad…that’s expected…”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “I know that.”
Carlos: “You just don’t like knowing that she’s hurt without you being there to comfort her?” Carlos raises a brow.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Of course I don’t. She’s my daughter.”
Grimm: “A daughter who is fine. Leon is with her, so she’s not alone.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “That doesn’t reassure me, but for her sake I will leave them be. I’ll speak with Kennedy tomorrow.” He speaks before leaving out the door and back downstairs.
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Leon: “Hey, are you okay?” Leon murmurs softly. Megan nods, though the pain is still washing over her, waning as it surged. Leon could see the pain in her eyes, the way that Megan gritted through it. He hated that Megan was hurting. That he was the reason that she was hurting. But he also knew that pushing and continuing would make the pain worse, so he stayed perfectly still, not moving beyond gentle breathing. Leon brings one of his hands up to wipe a tear that Megan didn’t realize had fallen as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
Leon: “Shh, just breathe for me, ok. It’s gonna be alright, Megan.” Leon doesn’t rush. He only waits. Letting the seconds stretch and giving Megan’s body time to relax, adjust, and heal around him. No pressure, just patience.
After a few moments, Megan’s breath becomes more relaxed as the pain eases away, adapting to Leon. As Leon feels Megan relaxing, her breathing slowing into something calmer; he presses a gentle kiss to Megan’s lips before he slowly begins to move again. No hard thrusting, just tiny rolls of his hips; a soft push in and retreat. Testing to make sure that Megan was ready for more. Megan’s eyes flutter shut in pleasure, her feeling too shy to moan or whine.
Leon sees Megan’s eyes flutter shut, the soft, shy pleasure on her face. The way that Megan wasn’t whining, but just silently feeling everything as he gently continued to roll his hips into her. Each roll being gentle and rhythmic, like a quiet dance just meant for the two of them as Leon learned to make love (not just have sex) for the first time.
A soft whine escaped from Megan’s lips, a tiny, shy sound of pleasure that Megan couldn’t hold back anymore, and Leon wanted to hear it again. Without speeding up or getting rougher, Leon adjusts his angle, finding a spot that hits just right; repeating the slow roll of his hips with more intent and gentle pressure where it counts. A quiet groan escapes him at the new angle; not from release, but from how good Megan feels around him and how sweet her sounds are.
Speaking of Megan’s sweet sounds, more moans and whines continue to spill from her lips, each sweet, breathy and unfiltered. This was Megan letting go, and it was beautiful. Leon keeps this angle; the slow grind hitting just right, and adds a little more pressure with each roll. Not thrusting hard, just building sensation in waves. A quiet groan rumbles in his chest at how responsive Megan is now; the way that her body clanches around him at every moan and whine she makes.
Megan: “Leon.” Megan moans out, her voice soft and breathy, moaning his name like a prayer; sending fire through Leon’s veins. Leon lowers his forehead onto Megan’s; closing his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses her deeply. A slow kiss filled with emotion and passion, yet was gentle and filled with something neither one could name.
As Leon continues to roll his hips into her, she arches her back and wraps her arms around him, Megan’s hands on his back. Megan’s touch is warm and soft against Leon’s muscles, sending a shiver down Leon’s spine. He wasn’t used to being held like this…touched with affection, not just passion. He deepens the kiss, his hips still moving with slow, careful rolls, but now with more emotion behind each motion, every thrust being tender.
Megan: “D…Deeper?” Megan breathes. Leon hears the stuttered request, the soft, shy plea for him to go deeper. So without hesitation, Leon shifts, kneeling up slightly to change the angle. Slowly, carefully, he lifts Megan’s legs a little higher around his hips and sinks in just a bit deeper. Not rough, but intentional. A new depth, a different sensation. Leon watches Megan’s face, seeing if she felt good or if this was too much. And when Megan doesn’t flinch? When her eyes flutter shut again with that sweet whine? He keeps going.
Megan: “Leon.” Megan moans out. They way that Megan said his name, moaning it out, breathless and sweet makes Leon’s heart pound like a drum. Leon doesn’t speak. He can’t. Just feeling out good everything feels. So instead he answers with motion, rolling his hips deeper again but slower this time, savoring the new closeness. Each movement is more intentional now; more connected. Leon’s arms slide underneath Megan’s back as he pulls her closer. Not crushing her, just cradling her and kisses down Megan’s jaw and the side of her neck. Just quiet devotion in every touch.
Megan: “J…Just don’t cum in me…” Megan requests quietly. Her words cut through the haze of passion, reminding Leon that this was real. That she’s trusting him. Leon nods immediately.
Leon: “Okay, I won’t, tesoro.” He says softly with no hesitation, no frustration, just understanding. Leon shifts slightly, still moving inside of her, but now with even more control.
Megan: “My dad is gonna be so pissed. Not only at the fact that we’re having sex when me and you just met, we’re also doing it unprotected. No condom, no birth control, nothing.” Leon’s stomach drops at Megan’s words. The reality of their situation crashing down hard. Megan’s dad; Billy Sinclaire - CEO and founder of Parasol, the fact that this was reckless, no protection, first meeting and already in bed…Leon pulls back slightly. Not all of the way out, but enough to look into Megan’s eyes, his expression full of guilt and regret.
Leon: “Shit…you’re right…” Leon mutters, having gotten swept up by how special Megan felt…how natural being with her felt. But now? Panic flickered behind his eyes.
Megan: “Hey, don’t let me stop you, babe…Just don’t cum in me and you’ll be fine. You don’t have any STDs, do you?” Megan asks. Leon’s shoulders relax slightly at Megan’s reassurance. The panic in his eyes softened, not gone, but eased by Megan’s calm tone.
Leon: “No.” Leon says firmly, his voice steady. “I’m clean. I get checked regularly. RPD protocol and all that.” Leon nods slowly, understanding what Megan was saying. They could keep going…just to be careful about the end part. Leon shifts again, resuming the slow rolls of his hips, the rhythm now more gentle and controlled. No rush towards release anymore, just focus on making Megan feel good while keeping things safe.
Megan: “S.T.A.R.S. does checks too, so I’m clean as well.” Leon exhales a quiet breath at Megan’s words. S.T.A.R.S. checks? That means you’re professional too. Trained…responsible. That eases something in him. Guilt is still there, but now mixed with respect.
Leon: “Good. Really good.” Leon murmurs, as he presses a quick, soft, grateful kiss to Megan’s forehead. Knowing that both of them are clean makes the moment feel even safer, less reckless. And though it’s still unprotected in the traditional sense, it’s not as dangerous as it could’ve been. No diseases or anything major. Just two people who somehow clicked on a wedding night.
Megan: “You know, I’ve seen you around the department before. During some of your training sessions.” Megan smiles. Leons blinks in surprise. He hadn’t realized that you worked at the department where he was trained to work at. That you’d seen him before tonight. He then remembers…the quiet woman in S.T.A.R.S. uniform that would observe from a distance while doing paperwork or would pass by the gym when he was doing combat drills.
Leon: “Wait…you were there. You watch me train while doing your paperwork.” Leon softly smiles.
Megan: “My desk is across from Chris Redfield’s.” Leon’s eyes widened slightly. Chris Redfield!? No wonder Leon hadn’t noticed Megan before until now. But now it clicks, every early morning training session, every time he dropped off a file late at night…Megan was there.
Leon: “Man…I guess I’m an idiot…” Leon breathes.
Megan: “A pretty idiot. Though you’ve probably had a girlfriend at those times anyways.” Megan assumes. Leon shakes his head immediately.
Leon: “No, no girlfriend.” He states simply. And he hadn’t had one in a long while, and even then, none of them were really that serious. Most of his past relationships fizzled out before they even started. Leon shrugs slightly under Megan’s touch as he keeps moving gently inside of her, not speeding up or slowing down, just present.
Leon: “Seen single for years. Been too busy with school and trying to become a cop.” Until now apparently.
Megan: “That or just women around here are blind.” Megan jests. Leon laughs, a quiet chuckle that rumbles through his chest.
Leon: “Women around here? Most of them are too busy to date.” Plus, Leon never really made an effort either. No flirting, no small talk. Just focusing on his own life.
Megan: “Don’t worry, most men around here aren’t too different. I’ve known Chris my whole life, my family; the Sinclaire’s being neighbors to the Redfields. Him nor any other boy has never really paid me any mind romantically, me and Chris being too close of friends to even think about dating each other.” Megan explains. Leon’s expression softens in understanding. The pieces suddenly fall into place. Megan’s family history, the lifelong friendship with Chris (and Claire), how you’ve been part of that quiet neighborhood orbit for years…and yet no one ever looked at her romantically. Chris knew most people, and was even like a brother to some of them, so it made sense. No one wanted to overstep by dating someone that they knew that Chris saw as a sister (as well being his friend and neighbor).
But now Leon feels something protective flare within him, not towards Chris or anyone else really, but at Megan. All this time, never having anything? No first kiss, no first date, no nothing? And Megan was twenty-two years old…
Leon: “Damn…they’re all idiots.” He mutters as he continues his gentle thrusting. Leon kisses Megan deeply, as if making up for every moment where Megan was overlooked.
Megan: “It doesn’t help considering who my dad is. Most people are scared of him. Me being close to Chris Redfield only adds to that most likely.” Megan murmurs against Leon’s lips. Leon pulls back just enough to look into Megan’s eyes, his expression shifting from understanding to quiet frustration. Not at Megan of course, but at the world for making things harder than they should be.
Megan’s dad? Leon hadn’t asked yet, but he’d heard the name Sinclaire around before in passing and knew that it meant something around Raccoon City. And Chris Redfield being a lifelong friend of Megan’s? Yeah, that was a double barrier. It made sense why no one tried anything with Megan. Out of fear of authority, and respect for boundaries.
Leon: “People are stupid. Scared of a man who doesn’t even know them…or how good his daughter is.” Leon softly smirks as he kisses Megan again.
Megan: “No, you don’t understand, Leon. My father is Billy Sinclaire. Founder and CEO of Parasol. Umbrella’s sister company.” Megan explains. Leon freezes. Not a flinch. Not a blink. He just froze.
Billy Sinclaire. The name hits Leon like a bullet to the chest.
Parasol. Umbrella’s corporate shadow. Umbrella’s legitimate sister company that everyone knew was just an umbrella for research…and worse things… Billy Sinclaire had built it from practically nothing. A self-made billionaire with connections in every dark corner of government, defense, and private bioengineering.
And Megan was his daughter? Her and Grimm both were?
For the first time since this whole night began, Leon felt something close to dread. Not because he was afraid of Megan’s dad, but because he knows exactly the type of man that Billy Sinclaire is.
Megan: “This is the Sinclaire mansion. Carlos Oliveira and my sister; Grimm wanted to get married here. Grimm wanted to get married here at home where there’s plenty of space and so I could just come upstairs to my room if I ever got uncomfortable. As they know that I don’t like crowds, especially not for extended amounts of time.” Megan explains.
Leon’s mind races as the full picture clicks into place. This is the Sinclaire mansion. Not just a house, but a fortress. A symbol of power, wealth and quiet control. Carlos now married to Grimm? While Leon is friends with Carlos, he has an idea that Carlos didn’t know Grimm from nowhere. Meaning that this wedding wasn’t any normal everyday wedding, but an event with security probably lurking in every shadow.
And here are Megan and Grimm; daughters of The Billy Sinclaire. Living here. Megan hid upstairs when events held here at the mansion got too crowded. No wonder she came up here so quickly earlier. This wasn’t just a wedding, this was an event hosted by the Sinclaires. It was held in the Sinclaire’s world, and Leon had walked right into it without fully knowing the full details until now.
A low whistle escapes him as he looks around for the first time since he got here. Really sees the luxury…the scale…how guarded this place must be 24/7…
Megan: “My dad interrogated Carlos hard, and Grimm had known Carlos for a while now, so I can only imagine the words he’ll have for you, pretty boy.” Megan remarks as Leon continues to thrust into her.
Leon doesn’t stop moving, but his rhythm hitches slightly at Megan’s words. “Pretty boy”, not mocking, affectionate even; but the rest? “My dad interrogated Carlos?” The thought of Billy Sinclaire; billionaire, mastermind, probable shadow operator for Umbrella related things, grilling a man like Carlos Oliveira before approving marriage with one of his daughters? Yeah, that made sense.
And now Leon’s here; a cop-in-training, no ties to Parasol or the Sinclaires. He was just some guy who happened to grab Megan’s attention and who was currently head over heels for her, currently in Megan’s bed making love to her even though the two just met that night. A dry smirk tugs at Leon’s lips.
Leon: “Great, so I’m screwed…” He mutters under his breath, but he keeps going anyway.
Megan: “Yeah, you are.” Megan moans out, her release being close.
Leon hears the moan and the words mixed with it. He knows that sound. Megan was close, and so was he. Though, he’s fighting his off; determined to not lose control and risk doing something stupid like cumming inside of her. But Megan felt so damn good. Every little clench around him as Megan’s body builds towards release? It was torture for him.
Leon leans down, capturing Megan’s lips in a heated kiss, trying to distract himself from how tight and warm Megan felt. No thrusts, just slowly grinding now, holding back. Waiting for Megan so that he doesn’t screw this up and make the situation worse than it already was.
Megan: “Leon!” Megan moans as she cums onto Leon’s cock.
The second that Megan cries out Leon’s name, high, breathless and shattering, Leon feels it: the sudden clench around him as she cums. Megan’s body pulses with release, and that’s all it took for Leon; he was done for.
No willpower or control left as a guttural groan rips from his chest and buries his face into Megan’s neck as waves of pleasure crash over him. As Megan had asked of him, Leon pulled out right at the last second. A heartbeat away from finishing inside of her, but not quite; as he cums onto Megan’s stomach instead.
Megan: “You know…I imagined that semen would feel gross…but I never thought that it would feel this gross.” Megan breathes out, calming down from her release.
Leon chuckles a tired, breathless sound. He’s still catching his own breath, forehead damp with sweat as he looks down at the mess on her stomach.
Leon: “Yeah, I’m sorry, amore mio. It’s kinda gross.” He admits. No romance about it now, just honesty. Leon grabs a few tissues from Megan’s nightstand and starts dabbing it away gently. Not wiping her aggressively, just cleaning is soft motion. The afterglow is warm…but really? The aftermath of unprotected sex? A little messy and awkward. Still…neither one of them regretted it.
Leon kisses Megan’s shoulder; a quiet thank you for trusting him as he keeps cleaning up like a responsible guy for someone who just came hard five seconds ago.
Warnings: nsfw continues (loss of virginity), blood
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire, Carlos Oliveira
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Grimm’s pov
Grimm and Carlos are on the manor’s balcony, the one connected to Grimm’s room, which was located beside Megan's room.
Usually that wouldn’t be an issue. Megan usually in her room; playing video games, watching movies, going whatever on her phone and/or laptop when she wasn’t on missions, Grimm doing the same in her room.
Grimm always making sure to keep their and Carlos’ activities quiet or at Carlos’ house.
But now Megan had someone as well…someone who she was currently still being active with, and Grimm and Carlos could unfortunately hear them.
Not super loudly, they couldn’t hear all of Megan and Leon’s actions from their spot on the balcony, but they could hear whenever Megan or Leon got loud.
Grimm: “Is…is that Leon…moaning?” They raise a brow.
Carlos: “She must be getting him good in there.” Carlos smirks, causing Grimm to elbow him.
Grimm: “Don’t talk about my sister like that.” Grimm side-eyes.
Carlos: “Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, holding his hands up in surrender.
Grimm: “It’s her first time. I don’t want to bother her.” Carlos' eyes then widened.
Carlos: “Her first time? She’s a virgin? No wonder you and your parents have been protective of her.” Grimm nods.
Grimm: “She’s the baby of the family. Her being the youngest and never having a boyfriend before.” Carlos nods in understanding.
Carlos: “No boyfriend ever? At all? So that’s why your father looked like he was about to tear down the manor to get to her.”
Grimm: “Our mother is more casual about sex. As long as you're with someone decent, she doesn’t really care, and I feel the same way. If she wants anyone to know anything, she’ll tell us. But our dad? He’s always been overprotective. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was part of the reason that Megan’s never been in a relationship.” Grimm explains.
Carlos: “As someone who’s been through his protective dad speech, I could totally believe that. The dude still terrifies me.”
Grimm: “Yeah…I can only imagine the words he’d have for Leon.” Carlos winces.
Carlos: “It doesn’t sound great for him…with him having just met her a couple hours ago, and they’re already in her room having sex.”
Grimm: “Not a good look for sure.”
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Megan: “Did you want to…you know…” Megan speaks after a moment of silence, having allowed Leon to care for her. Leon understood exactly what Megan meant, her quiet, hesitant tone giving it away. Something protective flares in Leon’s chest as he eyes the softness in Megan’s eyes. Leon Kennedy wasn’t a pushy guy, especially not with something like this…but if Megan was offering…then maybe he can offer.
Slowly, carefully, he shifts closer and leans down, giving Megan plenty of time to back away. When she doesn’t, he brushes his lips against hers. A gentle kiss. Testing. A silent question: should we go further, or should we be responsible and stop?
Megan gently rises as she continues to kiss Leon, sitting down onto her bed. Leon follows her movements easily, his body rising with hers. When Megan sits down on the edge of her bed, he shifts to kneel in between her legs, one hand cradling her face while his other rests lightly on her hip. Leon breaks the kiss to trail slow ones down her jaw and along her neck. Gentle nips. Light sucks. No rush, just exploration.
Megan scoots back and lies onto the bed slowly, allowing Leon to continue to kiss along her body; Leon lowering himself over her, crawling up beside and above her. His kisses continue along her neck, kissing down to her collarbone and then lower. Everywhere where his lips haven’t touched yet as he mapped out her body.
One of Megan’s hands comes to run through Leon’s hair, while the other one dangles off of Leon’s shoulder as he continues to kiss along her body. The feel of Megan’s fingers in his hair, the soft, gentle strokes, send shivers down Leon’s spine. Leon leans into it slightly, a quiet hum vibrating in his chest as he continues kissing lower; over Megan’s sternum…along the swells of her breasts…then around to the sides of them. Every now and then, Leon nips lightly, not enough to hurt, but just enough to test how Megan will react. And when Megan doesn’t pull away? He continues.
Megan: “Leon…” Megan breathes. The way that Megan says his name, soft and breathy: full of something tender and raw, makes Leon pause in his kisses. Just for a second. Leon lifts his head slightly from where he was kissing her chest, his icy-blue eyes meeting Megan’s chocolate brown ones in the warm light of Megan’s room. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just quiet intensity. That one word; the sound of his name on Megan’s lips, hits him harder than any moan or gasp could. Slowly…so slowly…Leon leans up and brushes his lips against hers. Not demanding. Not rushing. Just a silent kiss that says “I’m here”. Into the kiss, Megan lifts her hips against Leon, hinting at what she wanted, Leon’s breath catching as he feels this.
He understands. Instantly. No words needed. Megan’s hint was clear. She wanted more. Wanted closeness. Contact where it mattered most. For a second, Leon hesitates. Not because he didn’t want her, but because he wants to make sure he does everything right for her. Then, slowly, carefully, Leon aligns his body with hers, him on top of her; one arm braced beside Megan’s head while the other gently cups her cheek.
Megan nods at Leon, giving him permission to enter her, Leon holding her gaze, making sure that she was sure. Leon shifts lower, the hand that was on Megan’s cheek moving to guide himself gently as he properly aligns with her. Then, slowly, so slowly, Leon pushes in, the sensations causing quiet gasps from both of them. Leon stops halfway, allowing both of them to adjust, his forehead dropping to hers.
As Leon enters her, Megan lets out a wince as she bleeds onto Leon’s length. And Leon feels it. He feels the slight resistance…and then the warmth. Not just moisture, but something thicker. Blood. Leon’s breath hitches at the feeling, and for a split second his protective instincts kick in; worry flashing across his face. Leon stops completely, allowing Megan to adjust without pulling out.
Warnings: nsfw continues (oral; male giving continues and female giving at the end)
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire, Billy Sinclaire, [Redacted] Sinclaire, Carlos Oliveira
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Grimm’s pov
Grimm is back downstairs, enjoying their wedding. They stay near the staircase, in case something happened to Megan, they could rush up the stairs.
Grimm is talking to some family members, some of them noticing that Megan was gone, others didn’t. The family members that did notice assumed that Megan was in her room like she always did when she had enough of social gatherings.
That was until they heard Megan’s loud moan, coming from Megan’s room upstairs.
Grimm’s eyes widened, as well as the family member’s eyes that Grimm was talking to. Grimm wants to rush upstairs and check to see if their sister is ok, but they don't, not wanting to cause a scene. Especially as the moan seemed to be one of pleasure, not pain.
This doesn’t stop the family members from questioning though.
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Is Megan ok?”
Mother: “It sounded like a moan…” Megan and Grimm’s mother and father then look to Grimm, looking for answers.
Grimm: “She’s just…uh…watching a movie! You know how some of the sex scenes in slasher movies can get.”
Mother: “We’re very much aware of that, but that sounded like Megan moaning in pleasure, not someone in a movie.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “I did notice Megan talking and dancing with that Leon guy…” Their father thinks aloud, causing Grimm’s face to pale slightly.
Mother: “Now that you mention it, it did sound like she moaned out the name Leon…” Their mother adds to her husband’s thought, causing Grimm’s face to pale and blush at the same time.
Grimm: “Now, now…” Grimm says, trying to calm their parents down, letting Megan and Leon have their moment. This causes both parents to raise a brow
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “Grimm, sweetheart, do you know something?”
Grimm: “M-Maybe…” Grimm admits. “I know that Megan’s in her room…I saw her walk upstairs while I was talking to some of my friends.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “When? Did she look ok?”
Mother: “Was Leon with her?”
Grimm: “She was fine, Leon was with her. They went up to her room about thirty minutes to an hour ago…” Carlos walks up, having overheard Grimm’s conversation and seeing Grimm’s face.
Carlos: “Yeah, Megan’s fine. Leon wouldn’t do anything to hurt your daughter.” He reassures. “Besides, judging by that moan, I’d say they’re having a pretty good time.” Carlos adds, causing Grimm to elbow him.
Grimm: “That last part wasn’t necessary, and you know it, Carlos.”
Carlos: “But it’s the truth, cariña.”
Grimm: “Didn’t mean that you had to say it. Besides, like he said, Megan is fine. Leon’s a good guy.”
Billy Sinclaire (Father): “He’d damn well better be. I won’t tolerate him treating my daughter as a one night stand, or as anything less than the perfection that she is.”
Carlos: “Leon wouldn’t do that. And if he does, me and Grimm will help you go after him.” Everyone nods, letting Megan and Leon be. Grimm continues the conversation that she was having prior to Megan’s moan, moving slightly away from the staircase. Close enough to help if needed, but far enough so Megan’s moans aren’t as well heard.
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Normal pov (⚠️ nsfw content continues here ⚠️)
Megan: “Don’t stop…please…” Megan moans out.
Leon doesn’t need to be told twice. That soft, desperate plea of ‘Don’t stop’ is all the fuel that he needed. Leon’s eyes darken as his movements grow bolder. The hand that was gripping Megan’s hip moves, the arm wrapping around her thigh to pull Megan closer to the edge of the bed, closer to his mouth, allowing him to go deeper.
Leon drags his tongue in slow circles again before focusing on her sweet spot with precision, the one spot guaranteed to make Megan tremble. Each flick of his tongue and suckle of his lips is calculated just right, just like the officer that he’s becoming.
When another loud moan erupts from Megan’s lips? A grin comes to Leon’s face, and gladly keeps up his pace.
Megan: “Leon!” Megan moans out, her release building. That loud cry of his name, louder, more desperate than before, sends a surge through Leon’s body. For a split second, his jaw tightens, forgetting how to breathe.
Megan was unraveling. For him. And that thought alone sends something primal through him.
Once more, Leon doubles down. His tongue and mouth working faster now, suckling gently but firmly. His hands switch positions, the hand on Megan’s breasts lowers down to grip Megan’s thigh, while his other hand, the one that was on Megan’s other thigh moves up to her breasts, toying with the nipple that had been untouched until now.
Leon: “It’s ok, let go. I’ve got you, tesoro.” He reassures between breaths. The second that Leon feels Megan tense, he knows. The way that Megan’s body arched and her breath hitched in that sweet, broken way. Leon keeps his mouth where it is, gentle now as the waves of release crash through her.
Leon allows the moment to stretch, guiding Megan through it with soft kisses and slow licks as her orgasm rolls over her. When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening, a look of satisfaction on his face. Not smugness, just pure, quiet awe as he presses tender kisses to the inside of Megan’s thighs before crawling up and laying beside Megan on the bed. Giving her time to relax. After a few moments of silence, Megan speaks.
Megan: “Want me to return the favor?” Megan asks. While inexperienced and not knowing what she’s doing, she wanted to try. For Leon.
Leon props himself up on one elbow beside her, still in his boxers, his eyes still dark with hunger as his eyes flick across her face. That question and the way that Megan asked it. Nice…sweet…nervous…it hit him in a way he didn’t expect.
Leon: “You don’t have to.” He says quietly, his voice rough but gentle as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from Megan’s face. “But if you want to, then I won’t say no.” Leon softly smirks, playful but not pressuring.
Megan shifts, moving lower on the bed, situating herself in between Leon’s legs, her movements being slow and nervous due to her inexperience.
Leon watches her move down the bed, his breath hitching slightly. He doesn’t rush, tease or push her, just laying there, letting Megan take her time. One arm resting underneath his head, while the other traced soothing patterns into Megan’s shoulder as she settled herself, Leon’s expression being soft.
This is new for Leon too. Not because of inexperience, but because this was her. He’d never done this with someone like her before. Someone he actually loved and trusted. Seeing Megan’s nervousness, Leon speaks.
Leon: “Hey, it’s ok. Just breathe for me, miele.” He quietly reassures. Megan takes a deep breath before sliding down Leon’s boxers, tossing them aside. The cool air hits Leon’s skin, the man exhaling slowly as Megan slid his boxers down, revealing Leon completely. Fully hard and fully hers in this moment, causing a deep blush to cover Megan’s face.
Leon sees the deep blush that spreads across Megan’s face. The blush being so sweet and innocent, causing Leon’s chest to tighten. Leon knows that he’s big. While he’s not ridiculously huge, he’s big enough where he knows his length might be intimidating to someone who’s inexperienced. Instead of smirking or saying something cocky like most men would, Leon reaches out and gently cups Megan’s face, his hands being calloused and warm.
Leon: “Hey, are you ok?” He murmurs softly as his thumbs brush over Megan’s cheekbones and keep his hips still.
Megan: “I…I’m fine…” Megan reassures. Leon studies her face, the slight tremble in Megan’s voice, the way she’s avoiding direct eye contact with him, he understands. Megan wasn’t saying no, she was just nervous.
Leon: “Alright.” Leon nods, his voice low and steady. Slowly and carefully, Leon lifts his hands from Megan’s face, one moving to rest beside him, while the other moves a strand of hair behind Megan’s ear as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of Megan’s lips as a silent reassurance.
Megan then scoots closer, taking another deep breath to prepare herself, Leon holding completely still. His breath rises and falls in slow, measured breaths, every muscle of his taut from restraint. He wants this. Wants Megan. But he won’t move unless Megan wants him to. Megan’s deep breath causing Leon to swallow hard.
The second that Megan’s hand wraps around his length; warm, soft and innocent, Leon inhales sharply through his nose as a low groan rumbles through his chest, but he doesn’t move or jerk his hips, allowing Megan to explore. He had never been touched by someone so inexperienced but yet so careful. It’s…different, but also more intimate than anything he’s known before.
Leon’s jaw clenches as Megan explores him with a gentle grip, Megan’s hand being cool at first but warms up as Megan’s hand moves up and down. This is the first time that Leon’s been touched like this in several years, so Megan’s hands felt heavenly.
Leon: “Easy.” Leon breathes out. Not a command for her to stop, but a sign for Megan to keep her pace. Megan then leans down, licking Leon’s tip, wanting to test both his waters as well as her own.
The brush of Megan’s tongue, soft and testing, sends a jolt straight through Leon’s spine, his hips twitching involuntarily, jerking upwards slightly which Leon immediately tries to suppress. Leon hadn’t expected that, or the warmth, wetness or sweetness that would come with it, his hands balling up on the sheets as Megan licks Leon’s tip again, this lick being a little bit more full and sure, but still gentle.
Leon: “Jesus, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart…” Leon breathes.
Megan: “Want me to stop?” Megan asks. Leon’s eyes snap to Megan’s immediately. The last thing he wants her to do is stop.
Leon: “No.” Leon says immediately, too fast for his comfort. “No…no, don’t stop, miele.” He says his tone softened. Megan then moves her hand down as she takes Leon’s tip into her mouth before sliding the rest of him into her mouth, stopping when she couldn’t take anymore.
The second Megan’s warm, wet mouth takes him in, slowly and carefully, Leon’s whole body locks up. A ragged gasp tore through his throat, his head falling back against one of Megan’s pillows as Megan’s mouth sank down onto him further and further…until Megan paused where it no longer felt comfortable to take more.
It felt like heaven. The tight heat. Gentle suction. The soft vibration of Megan’s breath around him. He didn’t expect this; the first time someone gave him head after so long, and it’s by a nervous virgin with zero experience? One who also happened to be sweet and beautiful in his eyes? It was perfect. Leon’s hips lift slightly, not pushing into her, just his body reacting instinctively to the pleasure flooding through his body.
Megan: “Is this your first time?” Megan asks, lifting her mouth of him enough to speak before sinking back down, having noticed Leon’s reaction. Leon’s eyes fly open at Megan’s question, the suddenness of it throwing him off. Leon doesn’t answer verbally, only nodding once. A quiet admission that this is his first time being touched like this by someone that he truly cared about as he watched her through half-lidded eyes.
Megan: “I thought you said that you’d been with people before.” Leon’s muscles tighten as he swallows. While he hadn’t lied when he had said that, it wasn’t the full truth either.
Leon: “I have, but not like this.” He admits quietly, his voice rough. “Before? It was just casual sex and high school hookups. Nothing real. No one that looked at me the way you are right now.” He says truthfully. No one had ever looked at him with Megan’s level of curiosity and innocence.
Megan: “But you’ve just met me.” Megan remarks, catching her breath before taking Leon into her mouth again. Leon’s breath hitches as her mouth takes his cock again as his eyes gaze into hers. As if trying to memorize the shape of Megan’s face and the softness of her eyes.
Leon: “Yeah, we just met tonight…and yet, I feel like I’ve known you forever. And my gut, it says that you’re different.” Leon confesses as he brushes a thumb over Megan’s bottom lip as she continues to give him head. This causes Megan to smile as she continues her pace. A soft sweet smile that sends a fresh wave of warmth through Leon. Megan’s sucking now being gentle but eager, losing the last thread of his control; a deep groan rumbling through Leon’s chest as he tips his head back again, his eyes fluttering shut as his fingers come to gently curl into Megan’s hair. Not pushing or guiding her, just feeling and grounding himself.
Every slow lick. Every soft suckle. They way that Megan’s tongue swirled around him. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Leon: “God, you’re good.” Leon breathes out.
Megan: “Now you’re just flattering me so that I feel better.” Megan doubts playfully. Leon cracks an eye open.
Leon: “I’m not flattering, I’m telling the truth. You’re careful, not rushing into something that’s so new to you.” Leon then pauses before continuing. “I’m not…being used to being treated this preciously.” He confesses.
Megan: “I’d be stupid to not be this careful with you being so big.” Megan teases, causing Leon to chuckle.
Leon: “Big? Sweetheart, I’m average.”
Megan: “Oh, you’re definitely not average. If anything, you’re in the middle of big and average.” Leon lifts an eyebrow.
Leon: “Middle of big and average? Damn, that’s…surprisingly accurate.” He then exhales through his nose in a quiet laugh. “You’re really something else, you know that, sweetheart?” Megan doesn’t reply, only smirking as she takes Leon into her mouth again, this time taking him deeper, growing more confident.
The more that Megan takes, deeper, bolder this time, the more that Leon’s breath hitches. His abs tensing and his fingers tightening slightly in Megan’s hair as a guttural sound escaped him.
Megan was learning fast. Her sucks being more eager, and her licks growing more full and confident, and damn if it wasn’t driving him insane as he bit the side of his cheeks to keep from moaning too loudly or thrusting up into her mouth.
Leon: “Fuck…you’re gonna make me loose it…” He whispers. Megan then snakes one of her hands to fondle his balls, not rough, but gentle. Enough to test her and Leon’s waters. The second that Megan’s warm, soft hand cups him, he lets out a gasp. The combination of Megan’s warm mouth around his cock, and now her gentle touch fondling him? It was overwhelming.
Sensing this, Megan’s grip tightens slightly on his balls, squeezing them more properly, just right but not too rough, all the pleasure shooting through Leon and building, Leon’s moans coming out rough and unfiltered. At Leon’s moans, Megan sinks her mouth deeper, hollowing out her cheeks and throat to take all of her into her mouth as she continues its work, causing Leon’s entire body to freeze up. Leon’s moans turn more desperate, sounds he hasn’t made in years.
Megan continues her pace, not slowing down, and at this point; Leon is gone. Completely lost. Every nerve, every thought dissolved into pure pleasure and sensation, Megan’s mouth working wonders. Megan’s wet, warm suction, her tongue on the underside of him, the bob of her head, her hand never stopping…it was perfect. A sheen of sweat glistens over Leon’s body, his breathing now being ragged and fast. And beneath it all, the coil in his gut tightened. He was close. So damn close.
Sensing this, Megan increases her pace, aiming to bring out Leon’s release. And that slight increase in pace was all that Leon needed. Leon’s breath hitches once…twice…and then he breaks. A choked groan rips through Leon’s chest as his body tenses completely. His back arches, his hands now fisting in Megan’s hair; not hard, but there as he cums. Hard. Pulsing into Megan’s mouth with waves of white-hot release. No warning, just pure sensation washing over him.
Megan manages to take all of him and swallows it, but the sheer amount causes Megan to choke a little. When Leon hears the slight hitch as she swallows, he’s immediately sitting up in concern, a guilty look on his face as he realizes how intense he came. And Megan had taken all of it. Leon gently cups Megan’s chin and lifts it, his blue eyes looking into Megan’s brown eyes.
Leon: “Are you okay?” He gently asks, his voice rough but tender as he grabs a tissue off of Megan’s bedside table while his other hand reaches up to brush hair out of Megan’s face. Megan nods, assuring Leon that she was fine. Leon exhales slowly, relief washing over his features as he takes in her features. Her slightly flushed cheeks, the glisten on her lips. All of it caused something warm to spread through his chest. Not just gratitude, but awe.
Leon: “Thank you, babe.” Leon murmurs, grabbing a clean tissue to continue to clean the corners of her mouth.
Megan: “Thank you? For what?” Megan questions, confused.
Leon: “For doing…this. For not flinching when I…came too hard. For being gentle with me. Like I mattered.” Leon explains.
Warnings: This is where the nsfw starts (oral; male giving)
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Megan: “My room is up here.” Leon nods at Megan’s words, following her upstairs, footsteps quiet against the carpet. As the two walk, Leon silently watches Megan walk, admiring her, now a little more than curious when Megan leads him to her room.
Once Megan opens the door to her room, Leon takes a peek inside, his eyes flickering around the room. The room being pretty tidy, while the room was slightly messy, it wasn’t super cluttered, everything having its clear place, the room itself not being super fancy. This causes Leon to smirk as he follows Megan inside, feeling as though the room fit her.
Leon: “Nice place you got here.” He remarks, sitting down on the foot of Megan’s bed.
Megan: “This is where I tend to stay when my family has special events as it’s out of the way and away from the noise.” Leon hums in understanding as he shifts a bit on the bed. He then looks up to where Megan was still by the door, having just closed it. Leon pats the spot beside him.
Leon: “Come here, baby.” He gestures, sounding more relaxed than before. Megan smiles, locking the door and walks over to sit beside him.
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Grimm’s pov
As one of the family members was talking, Grimm’s eyes happened to pan back over to where Megan and Leon were on the dance floor. She watches as Megan says something, which leads Leon to nod in agreement, allowing Megan to guide him away from the dance floor, and towards the stairs that Grimm knew led to Megan’s room.
Grimm: “Wait… are they actually going where I think they’re going?” She asks herself, excusing herself away, saying that she was going to the restroom. Grimm uses this as an excuse to slowly follow behind Megan and Leon. Close enough where she could see where they were going, but far enough that they didn’t know that she was following them. Once upstairs, before Grimm could catch up, she sees Megan guiding Leon into the room before closing the door. As Grimm nears the door, she hears it lock a minute later. Grimm then walks back downstairs, leaving Megan and Leon be. Their little night of passion being safe with her.
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Normal pov (⚠️ this part gets nsfw by the end, so proceed with caution ⚠️)
Megan: “So, what did you want to do or talk about, my love?” Megan asks, trying out a pet name. Leon’s eyes flickered from the locked door to where Megan sat beside him, something dark and unreadable in his eyes, a brow raising at Megan’s question.
Leon: “Talk?” Leon shifts towards Megan, an eyebrow raises. “I think we’ve done enough of that.” He then shifts forward a bit, Megan and Leon’s knees brushing each other. “Why don’t you tell me what ‘you’ want?”
Megan: “I’m not really that interesting, Leon. Plus, I don’t want to push you to do something that you don’t want to do.”
Leon: “Not interesting?” He lets out a laugh of disbelief, Leon now turning fully towards Megan, Leon shifting his legs to be more comfortable. “Babe, you're the most interesting woman that I’ve ever met, and the best thing to happen to me all damn year.”
Leon: “And you pushing me away?” He brings up one of his calloused hands to touch Megan’s face. “You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart. I let you talk to me, dance with me, and I came up here with you, sat down, and stayed.” His eyes then lock into hers, unwavering. “I don’t do that with just anyone.” He smiles.
Megan: “All year? Most interesting? I find that hard to believe.” Leon chuckles as he lets out a breath, blue eyes never leaving Megan’s brown ones.
Leon: “You really are something, aren’t you? No compliment or flattery, just doubt.” He smiles, the hand on Megan’s face moving to her knee, idly rubbing the fabric of her dress, the smoothness soothing him. “I think I like that actually. Most women don’t do anything but try to flatter me.” He thinks out loud, his eyes drifting down to where he was touching Megan’s knee.
Megan: “I can flatter you if you want.” Megan offers. Leon’s smirk returned.
Leon: “Flatter me?” He asks, voice low and rough. “Sure, go right ahead.” Before Megan can do anything, he adds “Just don’t say something generic like ‘you’re handsome’ or ‘you’re strong’. Trust me, sweetheart, I’ve heard it all.” As he says this, his hand moves up Megan’s leg, eyes still baring into her. “I want to know what “you” see when you look into me.”
Megan: “Does it have to be words?” Megan asks.
Leon: “No.” He replies, a knowing smirk coming to his face as his hand continues to move up and down Megan’s leg. Leon scoots closer to allow Megan to do what she wanted.
Leon: “You can show me.” Megan smiles at this, awkwardly but warmly, before leaning into Leon’s warmth, their lips now touching. A low exhale leaves him in shock, accepting Megan’s kiss. He had expected her to try to flirt with him, tease him, stuff of that sort.
This was different. He didn’t expect Megan to get the courage to kiss him, let alone this soft and passionately. The hand on Megan’s leg slides up to her thigh, giving it a slight squeeze, as if trying to ground himself. Leon tilts his head into the kiss, the first one being gentle, allowing Megan to grow comfortable with kissing him, the second kiss being where Leon’s restraint slips away, pinning Megan to the bed, kissing her with more heat and passion.
Megan: “I’m glad that I locked the door.” She remarks, not expecting Leon to pin her.
Leon: “Mmm” He moans, breaking the kiss enough to murmur against Megan’s lips. “I am too.” Leon then shifts over her, placing his legs on either side of her, caging Megan in. Leon’s hands find the softness of Megan’s waist, thumbs gently brushing underneath the curve of her ribs, leaning down to capture Megan’s lips again, this time savoring the taste of her lips as the air thickens around them.
Leon: “You’re dangerous, you know that? Locking me into a room like this? After the way I was touching you while dancing downstairs…” He mutters, lips against hers as he speaks. “Luckily for you though, I’m not opposed to being trapped.”
Megan: “Speaking of, you’re not going to leave me once everything is over, right? While I haven’t been with anyone before… I-I want to actually be in an actual relationship with someone… not just some one-night stand at my sister’s wedding.” Megan admits, her worries bubbling up. Leon’s touches on Megan stops, caught off guard. He pulls back slightly, staring into Megan’s eyes, with desire still present, but now surprise and curiosity are mixed into his gaze.
Leon: “You’re afraid that I’ll leave you…” He mutters, a whisper on his breath only meant for him and Megan to hear. Not a question, but an observation. He looks Megan up and down, eyeing her expression, eyes lingering over her dress and beautifully styled hair, styled just for the wedding. Looking for any signs of hesitation.
Leon: “Is that really what you think of me? Use women for a night of passion and just walk away?” He questions, voice still a whisper. Slight offense being heard in his voice.
Megan: “As popular as you are with women? It’s definitely an assumption.” Megan points out. Leon lets out a dry, humorless laugh, his gaze turning almost bitter. Not at Megan of course, but at himself.
Leon: “Yeah… I… haven’t exactly been a saint…” He murmurs, self resentment being heard in his voice. The fingers on Megan’s hip flex, almost possessively, as he takes a deep breath, eyes calming and drifting back to fall onto Megan’s. His voice now quieter, though still rough around the edges.
Leon: “But I’m here. With you. Now. Not anyone else. How’s that for an answer, sweetheart?” He smiles softly. Megan nods.
Megan: “It works for me, Lee. Maybe one day we’ll be the ones getting married here. Assuming that we last together that long…” Megan smiles, taking off Leon’s tie. Megan’s words cause him to freeze. Not from shock, but from something deeper. More raw. Leon’s eyes lock onto Megan’s as she slides off his tie, the fabric slipping from his collar. For a man so used to being detached, Megan’s words hit him like a stray bullet.
Leon: “Married?” He questions, voice low. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a man with a beautiful woman under him, sweetheart.” He then leans down, touching Megan’s forehead with his, their breaths mingling.
Leon: “Say it again. Please?” He pleads.
Megan: “Marry me?” A sharp breath then rips through Leon, the words acting like a punch to his gut. Leon shifts closer, his hips nudging against Megan’s, the hand on Megan’s thigh pulling her closer against him, Leon now enveloping her and all of her senses.
Leon: “So damn dangerous.” He mutters. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.” He breathes, stroking Megan’s thigh as his other hand reaches behind her to find her dress zipper.
Megan: “I think I have a bit of an idea. I can feel it through your pants… not to mention you stroking my thigh like you're petting a beloved pet, while your other hand searches for my dress zipper.” Megan points out. Leon’s eyes darken, and a smirk comes to his lips. The hand on Megan’s thigh tightens, keeping her pinned against him.
Leon: “You feel all of that, huh?” He lets out with a low rumble, rough with desire. Leon rolls his hips against Megan’s, slow and deliberate, letting Megan know just how much he wanted her. “Careful with that pretty mouth of yours.” He smirks.
Megan: “Or what? You’ll punish me?” Megan breathes, beginning to work on unbuttoning Leon’s shirt. Leon catches Megan’s hands halfway, his grip firm but soft, moving her hands above her head, pinning them there with one hand, eyes darkening and gazing into hers. He then leans into one of Megan’s ears.
Leon: “You don’t know what you’re doing, do you? Asking a question like that when we’ve just met, sweetheart?” Leon murmurs, somewhat concerned.
Megan: “I-” Megan admits, not wanting Leon to know how truly inexperienced she was. “I’ve seen… movies… I… have an idea of what I’m doing… I may be a virgin… but I think I’m ready…” Megan stutters, blushing.
Leon: “Movies?” Leon questions, trying not to laugh. One hand goes back to pin Megan’s hand above her hand, while the other runs along her clothed body. The touch being warm, on the edge of being needy, lips leaning over hers, Leon’s voice coming out as a low rumble.
Leon: “Megan, trust me when I say… those movies don’t compare to the real thing… don’t prepare you for all of the feelings.” He warns.
Megan: “Then show me, Leon. Guide me.” Megan softly pleads. This causes Leon’s breath to hitch. An innocent plea that affects him more than any mission could.
Leon: “Guide you? Me?” He questions, his voice dropping, now rougher and more reverent. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He breathes, shaking his head as he lets go of Megan’s wrists, giving her the choice to stay or leave, that hand now cradles Megan’s face, thumb easing her, his gentle touch contrasting everything else about him.
Leon: “I do what you do know this though. This isn’t going to be just sex for me. Not with you staring up at me like that. Not with your voice sounding like that. Not that I’m with you.” He murmurs, pressing his forehead gently against Megan’s, eyes closing for a moment as if to seal in that promise. He then opens up his eyes.
Leon: “If we do, do this, just know I meant what I said. I’m not letting go after just one night. I like keeping what’s mine.” He reassures. Now that Megan’s hands were now free, she continues to unbutton his shirt until she gets to the last one, where she slides the shirt to the floor.
Megan: “Then show me your love. Prove to me that you want me. That you’ll love me, and do so until the very end.” Megan pleads. Leon allows Megan to take off his shirt, watching her with dark eyes as she slid the shirt off of him, exposing his bare chest. No tattoos to be seen, only scars and muscles, with ivory skin that he meticulously took care of.
Leon swallows hard, chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate breaths. Megan’s words, the innocent trust being like knives in his gut for a man who’s known mostly loneliness and pain. He doesn’t say anything in response, only tilting his head to land a desperate kiss on Megan’s lips, pouring everything he’d ever kept hidden.
At this, Megan raises her hands to rub along Leon’s chest and back, in an attempt to soothe him as she kisses him back. Leon exhales into Megan’s lips at the feeling of Megan’s hands along his chest and back, her soothing, innocent touch working wonders, as Leon deepens the kiss with the most guttural sound that Megan’s ever heard, as his tongue flicks out to lick her bottom lip, sliding it in due to Megan’s shock of feeling his tongue and hearing his guttural noises. As he slides his tongue in, letting it explore her mouth.
Megan: “You know you can undress me as well, right, Leon? You know, if you want more? I can feel the way your hips keep pressing against me.” Megan smirks against Leon’s lips when they part for air. The simple question almost breaks him, as he leans back slightly to flick over Megan’s form, his calloused fingers continuing to run over her clothed thighs.
Leon: “Are you telling me to take that pretty dress off of you, sweetheart? You sure about that?” Megan only nods.
Megan: “You let me take your shirt off. Meanwhile I still have a whole dress on as well as my heels. I just think it’s a bit unfair.” Megan slightly pouts.
Leon: “Unfair huh?” He questions as he slides down to take Megan’s heels off with care, before tossing them somewhere in the room. “Then let me make it fair, sweetheart.” He murmurs as he crawls back up, one of his hands going back to Megan’s dress zipper, while the other guides it off Megan’s body, her body now being bare before him, the only thing remaining being her undergarments.
Megan: “I’m not too much or off putting, am I? That’s usually why people don’t want to be with me.” Megan questions.
Leon: “Too much? Off putting? God, sweetheart, no.” Leon then kisses up Megan’s body until he’s level with her eyes again. “You’re perfect. Don’t let anything let you think otherwise, you hear me?” He murmurs.
Megan: “You are too.” Megan smiles. A low, disbelieving laugh then leaves Leon’s lips, as said lips moved along her skin. All the while he worked Megan’s heels and bra off.
Leon: “Me, sweetheart? Oh, you could do so much better than me. I’m far from perfect.” He warns, belittling himself.
Megan: “Better isn’t always better for everyone, Leon.” Leon chuckles at this, the sound vibrating against her skin.
Leon: “Oh believe me, sweetheart. You could definitely do better than some broken and damaged bastard who’s used to killing more than loving.” Megan scoffs.
Megan: “You say that, but yet you’re loving me better than anyone ever has. The only one who’s tried to.” Megan retorts. This causes Leon’s lips to pause on her neck, Megan’s words hitting deep. He raises his head slightly to look Megan in the eyes.
Leon: “Sweetheart, you need better than someone trying. You deserve someone that doesn’t have the past that I do. Someone who isn’t broken. Someone who can give you the life that you deserve. You don’t know me like you think you do.” Megan only frowns at this.
Megan: “But I want to. You didn’t push me away downstairs, and I don’t want you to push me away now. I’ve had enough of being alone.” These words cause everything to go still, Leon reaching to cup Megan’s cheek, his blue eyes searching into hers.
Leon: “You don’t know what you’re asking for, but God help me, I want to give it to you.” He leans in, placing a kiss upon her lips, this one being deep and one of devotion. “I won’t push you away. Not tonight. Not ever.” He reassures her.
Megan: “So you’re not disgusted by me?” This causes Leon to tense. The laugh that comes out being bitter.
Leon: “Disgusted? By you? God no, sweetheart, you’re perfect. I feel like I’m touching something delicate and fragile. I’m scared that I’ll break you.” Megan scoffs.
Megan: “Look at me, Leon. I’m not some delicate, petite flower that’ll wilt if you're rough with me. I’ve felt your touches all night, and I don’t want them to stop. I bet I have a bit more chub than most of the women you’ve been with. I want you to break me.” Leon freezes, just staring at Megan, really looking at her. Not just at her body or the softness of it, but at her. Leon leans in slowly, his lips hovering about Megan’s.
Leon: “Break you? I don’t want to hurt you. Besides, if you hang out around me long enough, you’ll be broken in more ways than one.” Leon then pulls away slightly to look into Megan’s eyes.
Leon: “Eager?”
Megan: “Maybe…” Megan awkwardly smirks. Leon watches Megan’s fingers undo the buttons of his pants, a rough, low breath escaping him.
Leon: “Easy, sweetheart.” Pure heat in Leon’s voice, doing nothing to stop Megan’s movements, silently encouraging her as she tugs them off. Megan takes things slow, only taking off his dress pants, his want being evident through his boxers.
Leon: “Tell me…are you still curious?” Megan nods shyly.
Megan: “About how it feels…yes…” Leon hears Megan’s nervousness, calming his want a bit, but the feeling not going away completely.
Leon: “I’ll go slow. Guide you.” He reassures, reaching up a calloused hand to caress Megan’s face, a finger brushing near Megan’s bottom lip. Megan nods.
Megan: “C-Could you maybe eat me out first, Leon?...I don’t really want to dive straight into the main sex just yet…and I’m curious about what your mouth would feel like…down there…” Leon goes still at Megan’s question, not expecting it. He gets out a sound that’s somewhere between a curse and a groan.
Leon: “Christ, Meg, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” He breathes a laugh, his eyes roving over Megan’s body with heat and hunger. He then leans in to whisper into Megan’s ear, his hot breath fanning against it.
Leon: “Yeah…yeah I can do that.” Leon then leans down in between Megan’s legs, Megan preparing herself as Leon gently parts Megan’s legs open. Leon takes in the sight of Megan bare and open before him, every bit of restraint that he had keeping him from just immediately diving in. Leon wanted to savor this. Savor her. Every moment with her.
Leon: “Just lay back and relax for me.” Leon says calmly, trying to calm himself and Megan down as he runs his hands along the soft skin of her thighs, his calloused fingers leaving gentle patterns in their wake.
Megan: “A-Are you sure that you want to do this, Leon? I don’t really…shave down there often…m-most other women’s probably look a lot more appetizing than mine…” Megan rattles off with a shy blush on her face. Leon’s gaze immediately snaps to Megan’s, a possessive edge coming to his voice.
Leon: Sweetheart, you could be covered in hair and fur, and I wouldn’t care. You’re perfect to me.” Leon assures as his hands glide along Megan’s thighs again. “And right now I just want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” He asks warmly.
Megan: “If you’re absolutely sure that you don’t have a problem with it, then go ahead.” Megan nods. Leon doesn’t answer with words. Instead, Leon lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss right at the apex of her thighs.
No hesitation or pullback. Just heat and devotion. Leon’s hands grip Megan’s hips as he finally tastes her. A deep, slow lick, like he’s savoring every part of her. A deep, rough groan erupts from Leon’s throat as he takes in Megan’s taste and scent. Leon pulls back for a moment to speak, looking up and gazing into Megan’s eyes.
Leon: “Perfect, just as I said.” Leon rumbles, his voice dark with hunger.
His tongue then drags through her again long and firm. Any doubt that Megan had now vanished under Leon’s tongue and mouth, a sound ripping through Megan that she never knew she could make. A sound somewhere between a hum and a moan leaving her lips every time Leon’s tongue stroked her.
Leon lets out a low and primal growl at the sound, his fingers digging deeper into Megan’s hips, holding himself and her down.
Oh how Leon loved that noise. How raw, unfiltered and real it was.
Leon: “That’s it, baby, let me hear you.” Leon murmurs warmly against her skin. His tongue then circles over Megan’s most sensitive area, before suckling it gently, just enough to make Megan arch off of her bed.
Leon: “No shame here, bambina…you’re mine…only for me.” *I murmured between licks and suckles.
Megan: “Leon~” Megan moans out, Leon’s actions feeling too good to not to. A jolt is sent though Leon at Megan’s moan, his entire body tightening at the soft and breathy sound.
Leon: “Fuck…” He mutters against her skin before diving back in with a renewed hunger, his tongue flicking faster now, teasing and tasting every bit of her for later. One of Leon’s hands releases its grip from Megan’s hip, sliding up Megan’s pillowy stomach to gently grope one of Megan’s breasts, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
Leon wanted all of it. All of the sounds and noises that came from Megan as shivers from pleasure run down her spine and through her body whenever he does something right.
And judging by how loud Megan’s moans were, Leon was doing everything right.
Warnings: Some suggestive remarks, but that's about it (for this chapter)
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Megan: “Would you like to dance, Leon? I couldn’t help but notice you glance that way.” Surprise pans across Leon’s face, not expecting Megan to ask him that. In that moment, he learned how observant, and Leon found that attractive. Along with Megan’s beauty and other traits of course.
Leon: “Dance? With you?” Leon didn’t mean any malice with these words, he was just genuinely shocked. He couldn’t deny, he was sure as hell tempted. He was bored out of his mind at this after party, and Megan was the only interesting thing here. While Leon put on a show of thinking it out, not wanting to seem desperate, but Leon had made up his mind as soon as Megan had asked him. Smiling, Leon pushed himself off of the wall and held out his hand, putting his whiskey glass on a nearby table. “How the hell could I say no?”
Megan: “Do you even know how to dance, Leon?” Megan asks. At Megan’s question, the soft smirk that Leon had on his face turned into a mischievous one as Megan took his hand.
Leon: “Let’s just say that I know how to move.” Leon remarks, guiding Megan to the dance floor, Leon’s calloused hands contrasting with Megan’s soft hands as they maneuvered their way through the couples. “Just watch me, and you should be able to get the hang of it.” He advises.
Megan: “Move, huh?” Megan mumbles suggestively to herself. “Let’s see it then.” She speaks aloud. A low chuckle rumbled within his chest as he pulled Megan close, the two being close enough to feel each other’s body heat.
Leon: “Careful, sweetheart.” He murmurs as he puts a hand on Megan’s waist, his other hand still holding Megan’s hand. “You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking that you actually want me to impress you.” As Leon speaks, the music slows to a sultry beat. True to his word, Leon moved with surprising grace for a man built like born for combat, not dancing. “And by the way, I can do more than just “move”.” He then spins Megan out and twirls her back in, smooth as if they’d practiced this before. Leon’s icy eyes then catch Megan’s chocolatey gaze.
Leon: “Still doubting me, Megan?” Leon smirks.
Megan: “Maybe.” Megan smirks back. A challenge. Leon could see the glint in Megan’s eyes, and oh how he loved it. Leon responds with a smirk of his own as he tugs Megan closer, the grip on Megan’s waist becoming a bit more possessive as his gaze moves to Megan’s lips for a moment.
Leon: “You’re not convinced, are you?” He muses, his thumb absentmindedly rubbed against the soft fabric of Megan’s dress. Both were super close now, their bodies nearly pressing against each other, the song playing becoming more intimate.
Megan: “You know, I think my family would freak out if they saw us like this. Given that I’ve never been with anyone before” Megan admits, her eyes drifting off. Shock returns to his face, though his grip never falters. He wasn’t expecting such honesty. It made him want to dig deeper. He wanted to know more about her. Megan was a challenge, and he loved that.
Leon: “Anyone?” He repeats Megan’s words, disbelief in his voice, a hint of possessiveness in his gaze at this revelation as Megan was held against him. “Not even once?” Megan shakes her head.
Megan: “Never. No boyfriends, girlfriends, anything like that. When I said I’m an outcast, I meant it.” Megan confirms. The shock on Leon’s face grows. Him now feeling surprised, intrigued, and even a bit protective. Leon slows down their swaying, just holding Megan there as the music hummed around them.
Leon: “Huh.” He breathes out, voice low and rough. “Never thought I’d meet someone like you.” Leon tilts his head slightly, studying Megan’s face. The way that she now avoided his gaze, the soft blush of her cheeks from being near him. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip slightly more.
Leon: “You’re telling me… that I’m your first intimate conversation? Your first dance?” A soft smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Not a mocking one, but an amused one.
Leon: “Guess I should be flattered. Don’t worry, Megan, I’ll go easy on you.” He leans in.
Megan: “You are indeed my first.” Megan nods. “While my family would ask, given that the family members that did have successful partners, but they never forced me to be with anyone.” Megan explains.
Megan: “Thank you for not judging me, Leon.”
Leon: “Judge you? Sweetheart, I’m not that shallow” He chuckles, low voice rumbling in Megan’s ear. The music changes to something more lively, causing Leon to spin Megan out once again, twirling her effortlessly, pulling her back in, holding her closer now, almost as if he didn’t want to let go.
Leon: “Your family…” He pauses, a bit pensive. “Do they ask you a lot?” Megan shakes her head.
Megan: “Not really. It’s mainly at family dinners when they love to ask everyone the intrusive questions. No man’s never wanted to be with me, and I didn’t want to be with them, so I kept to myself. Until I saw you.” Megan’s words cause Leon’s steps to slow, his grip on her softening. Not less sure, but more deliberate. His eyes locked onto hers, Leon’s usual smirk being replaced by something quieter and real.
Leon: “Until me?” Leon asks, still trying to wrap his head around what Megan was telling him. The music hums around them, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses being heard in the distance. But right now? To Megan and Leon, the only thing that mattered and existed was each other, in their own little world.
Leon: “You know, most people who interact with me want something. Either because of my job or my looks.” He then leans back into how he was before, just enough for his breath to graze Megan’s ear as he spoke. “But you? You don’t even know who I am.” He pauses, absentmindedly brushing his thumb over Megan’s hip. “Yet, you still looked at me like I was worth talking to. That means a lot to me.”
Megan: “I have a basic understanding of who you are. Your name and stuff like that, but that’s about it. Even then, I didn’t expect you to be this easy to talk to.” Megan admits. A wry smirk comes to Leon’s face as his eyebrow raises.
Leon: “Easy to talk to, huh?” He then spins Megan around again, his movements a bit rougher than the other times. Not hard, but commanding. To test her. His grip, while still loose, goes back to being a bit possessive. “Most people find me too young looking or naive.” He then leans in again, his nose almost brushing the side of Megan’s neck.
Leon: “Why are you with me, Megan?” He questions.
Megan: “My family’s never said anything bad about you. They never really stated an opinion about you at all, just that you would be here as the best man as you were close with Carlos. That along with some other information. When I saw you, I didn’t see you as too young or naive. You were just… there.” Megan explains.
Leon: “Just there.” He echos, a soft laugh huffing against Megan’s neck. “Not the most flattering description, but I’ll take it.” The song then starts to wind down as Leon spins Megan out, holding Megan up flushed up against him, his hard grip to Megan’s hip returning.
Leon: “Your family, they have nothing but nice things to say about me, huh?” He asks, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Megan: “Not really. They’re more so neutral about you.” Megan confesses. Leon lets out another low hum of laughter, this time against Megan’s collarbone, causing Megan to feel things that she’d never felt before. Leon’s voice drops down to a murmur, low enough that anyone but Megan wouldn’t hear him over the music.
Leon: “Neutral, huh?” He breathes, looking at Megan’s lips. “I’m not used to women being so ambivalent about me.”
Megan: “How do most women feel about you?” Megan asks as Leon’s hand that was on her waist slides up to the curve of her waist, back to the swell of her hip.
Leon: “Most women? They want me for the wrong reasons.” As Leon talked, his lips brushed against Megan’s neck, just enough to tease her as he spoke. “Either because I’m hot, charismatic, good in bed…” As he says this, Leon’s grip on Megan tightens again. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.
Leon: “Long story short, I get hit on a lot.” At this, Megan begins to feel discouraged, Leon clearly being more popular than she thought.
Megan: “Do you enjoy being hit on all of the time like that?” Megan asks, her body subconsciously pushing away slightly. Leon senses the change in Megan’s posture, feeling the subtle pullback and the confident and playful tone fading, going back to her usual introverted self. This causes Leon to pull back, his grip remaining the same, the hand of Megan’s hip moving to her face, gently forcing her to look Leon in the eyes.
Leon: “Like it?” He shakes his head, the hand on her face moving down along her body until it softly finds its way back on her hip, where it goes back to absentmindedly but comfortably rubs against the fabric of her dress. “Hell no. Most of those women were fake and meaningless to me, their compliments and touches just being gusts of wind to me. Empty.” He then leans down slightly, getting a better look into Megan’s earthy brown eyes, his voice dropping to be lower and quieter, more sincere.
Leon: “You’re different.” He smiles, his icy gaze unfaltering and unwavering. “I don’t know why, but standing and dancing with you? Actually talking and having a real heart-to-heart conversation… it means something to me.” He then pauses, bringing Megan’s hand that was holding his to his face, placing gentle kisses on her knuckles. “And for the first time all night, I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
Megan: “Are you sure you don’t want to be somewhere else, Leon? If you're tired of dancing, I know somewhere else we could go. One that’s more private where we can go and relax.” Megan smiles, the hand that was on his shoulder moving to touch his chest.
Leon: “Calm down and relax, huh?” He chuckles, eyes flickering over Megan’s body and dress, just taking her in. The soft blush on Megan’s cheeks, the two of two’s quickened breath from dancing. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been himself until now.
Leon: “Lead the way, sweetheart.” He smiles as Megan guides him off of the dancefloor and upstairs to her guestroom.
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Grimm’s pov
Grimm remained where she was before, stuck in the same conversation with her group of friends. When her eyes land on Megan and Leon again, she sees him leading Megan out to the dance floor.
Grimm: “Oh? I take it that the conversation is going well. Do either of them know how to dance though? Leon doesn’t really look much for dancing at an event like this, and I haven’t known Megan to be interested in this type of dancing either…” Her eyes stayed on them, interested to see where this went, and wanting to make sure that her sister remained safe.
Megan: “Do you even know how to dance, Leon?” Grimm overhears Megan asking, Megan clearly wondering the same thing that Grimm currently was.
Leon: “Let’s just say that I know how to move.” She hears Leon respond.
Grimm: “Move you say?” Grimm piques, raising a brow.
Leon: “Just watch me, and you should be able to get the hang of it.” Grimm hears Leon advise.
Grimm: “Oh so he’s going to teach and guide her, that’s cute.” She smiles. Grimm’s eyes then drift back to her friends, not wanting to seem rude to her guests. When Grimm gets the chance to look back over at Megan and Leon, they are in a completely different width apart from each other. Where they had started where they were supposed to, she now saw them flush against each other, Megan’s face being as red as a tomato, while a soft smirk rested on Leon’s face as they swayed and moved across the dancefloor as if they had practiced this, shocking Grimm even more.
Grimm: “What in the hell did I miss?” She mutters before she hears Megan speak.
Megan: “You know, I think my family would freak out if they saw us like this. Given that I’ve never been with anyone before” Megan admits, her eyes drifting off. This causes Grimm’s face to soften.
Grimm: “Yes, Mom and Dad probably would.” She gently smiles. “But they don’t have to know until y’all two are ready.” Grimm voices, turning back towards her friends. Grimm’s attention doesn’t go back until she hears a slight sadness in Megan’s voice.
Grimm: “What the hell did you say to my sister, you fucking cop?” Grimm seethes, turning around and about to start storming towards the dance floor. That’s until she sees Leon comforting Megan, him having also heard the shift in Megan’s voice.
Leon: “Like it?” He shakes his head, the hand on her face moving down along her body until it softly finds its way back on her hip, where it goes back to absentmindedly but comfortably rubs against the fabric of her dress. “Hell no. Most of those women were fake and meaningless to me, their compliments and touches just being gusts of wind to me. Empty.” He then leans down slightly, getting a better look into Megan’s earthy brown eyes, his voice dropping to be lower and quieter, more sincere.
Leon: “You’re different.” He smiles, his icy gaze unfaltering and unwavering. “I don’t know why, but standing and dancing with you? Actually talking and having a real heart-to-heart conversation… it means something to me.” He then pauses, bringing Megan’s hand that was holding his to his face, placing gentle kisses on her knuckles. “And for the first time all night, I don’t want to be anywhere else.” Grimm nods, calming herself down.
Grimm: “Yeah, that’s what I thought, Kennedy…” She breathes, walking back over to where she was.
Characters: Megan Sinclaire, Leon Kennedy, Grimm Sinclaire
Megan's Age: 19
Leon's Age: 20
Taglist: @malewifefirestar @shanaraharlyah
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Leon stands lonely, in a white collared shirt with red pants, tie and shoes. As he stood, he held a glass of whiskey with him to try to rid himself of his social awkwardness. Thoughts raced through his mind ‘Why in the hell did I think it was a good idea to stay for the after party? I should’ve just left right after the wedding!’ Instead, he currently stood in one of the corners of the venue, watching as the other guests engaged in conversations and danced the night away. Not something that the groom’s best man should probably be doing, but hey, he was here, bored out of his mind.
That was until he saw the maid of honor. Megan Sinclaire.
Megan sees him, and decides to walk over.
Megan: “Uh, hi… I’m Megan, the maid of honor and Grimm’s sister.” Megan waves. Caught off guard, Leon glances up from his whiskey glass, the whiskey glass still being half-full.
Leon: “Hey. The name’s Leon. I’m Carlos’ best man.” He responds before pausing, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You know, you’re either very brave or very bored to approach the guy who’s sulking in the corner.” As he speaks, his eyes flicker down Megan’s body and then back up, just taking her in with silent amusement.
Leon: “Or maybe you just came for my drink. Can’t really say that I’d blame you. While the whiskey tastes terrible, it is doing its job.”
Megan: “I came over because you looked lonely, and I have no one better to talk to, Leon.” A dry chuckle escapes his lips as he tilts his glass, allowing the ice to clink.
Leon: “Lonely? I’m just… conserving energy.” He mutters, side-eyeing a couple that was stumbling past, the two laughing a little too loudly for his liking. “Besides, you’re the one without any better company, as you’re the one who walked up to me, Megan.” His gaze then softens a bit, now meeting Megan’s brown eyes.
Leon: “But, while you’re here… what’s your poison? Besides a terrible taste in conversation partners.”
Megan: “Poison?” Leon’s smile widens a bit as he raises his glass, a silent offer.
Leon: “It’s a figure of speech. What I mean is, what kind of drink do you prefer? Whiskey? Beer? Wine? Vodka? Or do you not like the stronger stuff?” He then focuses back on the venue, eyeing the bands that were playing, the people that were dancing, while he was here just chatting, and feeling like he was failing at that. Causing his eyes to drift back.
Leon: “Though if I had to guess, you probably prefer sweeter drinks. Ones that taste like they don’t have any alcohol in them until you're passed out on the floor the next morning.” The last part causes Megan to smile a bit, finding it funny.
Megan: “I’m not really one for alcohol to be honest with you.” Megan admits. This causes Leon to raise an eyebrow, him leaning against the wall, now studying Megan with more interest. Most people here were either buzzed or outright drunk, so seeing someone sober was refreshing.
Leon: “No alcohol at all, huh? So you’re just here for the music?” He asks curiously, amusement in his blue eyes. Eyes that drifted to the floor as some of the couples that were dancing around came a little too close.
Megan: “I was sort of dragged here against my will, with it being my sister’s wedding and all. Though I’ll admit, the music’s not terrible.” Leon let’s a bark of laughter, finally finding some joy during this party.
Leon: “Dragged here? You have a way with words, don’t you, Megan?” He then takes a sip of his whiskey, calming himself down a bit while looking Megan over again, taking in her dress and composure.
Leon: “You say that it was Grimm who dragged you here, but seeing as she made you her maid of honor, and you two seem to be on good terms, I’d say it wasn’t just her who dragged you here. Maybe by your boyfriend? I imagine that he isn’t too far, wondering why his girl is talking to someone like me?” Leon speculates.
Megan: “Nice theory, but I’m actually single. As for you, you were the best looking person that I saw that didn’t look like a total asshole.” Megan smiles. Surprise flickers across Leon’s face, caught off guard by Megan’s straightforwardness. Most people tried to be polite first, but Megan was different.
Leon: “A beautiful woman like you, single at a wedding this fancy?” Leon smiles as he shakes his head, swirling around the whiskey that was in his glass, the ice clinking around. “You really are going against the cliche, aren’t you, Megan? I like that.” Leon confesses, looking at Megan with a new intensity.
Megan: “I’ve… always been an outcast. The friends that I did have ended up drifting and going our separate ways. Leaving me alone.” Megan admits. Leon’s expression softens, empathy flickering in his eyes. He understood that kind of loneliness, more intimately than he’d like to admit.
Leon: “Outcast? You and I both.” He then takes a sip of his drink before continuing, savoring the taste. “Friends come and go. Real ones stick around and are there for you no matter what, while the others… well, they probably weren’t worth it to begin with.” He agrees. Megan nods.
Megan: “Yeah… the main people I’ve really had was my family…” Leon nods, understanding the unspoken weight that comes with a statement like that.
Leon: “Family. The good ones, while very important, can be rare.” He then leans back against the wall, watching everything before his eyes drift to Megan’s face, sensing something in her eyes. Both were quiet, Leon’s gaze lingering on her for a bit before speaking again. “You don’t look happy here.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He could tell.
Megan: “I love my family, but they can be a bit much sometimes. Most of the time I tend to stay in my room and to myself, but here…” Megan admits, pausing in her ramble, not knowing how to continue, but Leon knew. With a knowing smile, he knew.
Leon: “Here, they’re forcing you to socialize. Aren’t they?” He questions with a brow raised, sipping from his glass. “Family’s great, but they can be a pain in the ass. Trust me, I know.” Leon says as he studies Megan with a hint of curiosity, as there was something about her quiet nature that he found intriguing.
Megan: “Not necessarily forcing, as you’re the person that I’ve talked to the longest. They’ve mostly been worried about the details being perfect. As long as my hair and dress and all matched what my sister wanted, they could care less.” Leon just shakes his head.
Leon: “Ah, wedding stress. One that affects everyone involved. Luckily for us, the hard parts of our jobs here are over. Everything works and looks as it should, we both look good, and the bride and groom are happily married. Now we get to do what we want until everyone leaves.” He then takes another sip of his whiskey as he glances back at the dance floor. Watching the couples dance close to each other, each couple caught in their own little world. A moment of envy shined through before he quickly tried to rope himself back to his usual look of indifference, Megan’s voice bringing him back to reality.
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Grimm’s pov
It was Grimm’s wedding day, and she was taking in the vibes with her now partner Carlos. She was talking to some friends and family members and out of the corner of her eye, she could see her sister and maid of honor for the wedding, Megan.
The sight of her sister brings a smile to her face, glad to see her sister here on her special day, looking as beautiful as she always did, but today she looked it more so, Grimm having picked a color of dress that would make Megan’s figure and looks shine bright.
What surprises Grimm about seeing her sister, however, is to see Megan approaching a man who had seemingly been sulking in the corner.
Grimm: “Megan’s actually initiating a conversation with someone willingly? I would say alcohol has made her braver, but I know my sister, she doesn’t ever drink, even during special events such as this…” Grimm then looks closer to see who had caught Megan’s attention. “Wait, is that Leon Kennedy? The man who’s here as Carlos’ best man after insisting that he came? I wonder what about him caught Megan’s interest. Though now that I look at him, he is a bit of a looker. I hope everything goes well between them.” They mutter before bringing her attention back to the friends and family that were talking to her.
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