#; leon

[sanguisx]

                           you teach me what it is to be human || a secret gratitude

[lumenhollow]

secret [ office ] sex - from lune to leon

When the brass first handed down this assignment, it had all sounded routine enough slip into what looked like just another pharmaceutical outfit running scripts for the usual clientele. The underground elevator dropping him straight into a hidden lab full of questionable equipment only backed up his initial hunch. Nothing new there; weird shit like this crossed his path more times than he cared to count.

What actually threw him was the lone researcher still working the late shift. Lune. One minute he had her at gunpoint, demanding answers about exactly what this so called company was cooking up down here. The next, both of them were stripped bare, knocking half the desk clear so they could get at each other without anything in the way.

“Talk about a change in protocol,” he muttered against her skin, voice low and edged with that familiar dry edge. He wasn’t complaining. Not when her hands were already pulling him closer and the mission had taken a very different turn.

[lumenhollow]

do you have a death wish or something? Claire to Leon

He swept the room with a quick scan, pistol still raised for a beat before lowering it. The dim emergency lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across scattered debris and overturned chairs.

“Well, not exactly on my bucket list, turning into one of those mindless things,” he said, the words carrying that trademark dry tone as he thumbed another round into the magazine with a sharp metallic click.

Satisfied the immediate area was clear, he reached for her hand and drew her forward, guiding her through the doorway into the reinforced safe room. The heavy door sealed shut behind them with a reassuring metallic thud, cutting off the distant groans echoing from the corridor. He exhaled slowly, leaning back against the wall while his eyes flicked over the limited supplies on a nearby shelf.

“Should hold for a little while,” he added, already dropping the mag from his gun to check the remaining rounds. His gaze shifted to her then, steady and assessing. “You holding up okay? Not hurt or anything, right? I’ve got some bandages and water if you need it.” He nodded toward the small medkit he’d spotted, keeping his voice even despite the adrenaline still thrumming through him.