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Wrong time, Right Place | Leon Kennedy

Pairings - Leon/Reader | Rookie! Leon! |"-_" = Y/N

word count: 10k

summary: working as a file clerk at your new police desk job was rather uneventful…until a bunch of people begin blatantly attacking one another, ripping each others’ faces with their teeth like animals with rabies. chaos ensures in the station and it’s up to you to survive. and just when you’re all out of hope—a particularly cute cop runs to your rescue.

warnings: guns, blood, gore, cunningulus, cold!leon, rough fucking, cute fluffy aftercare at the end, not proofread sry

authors note: was playing re2 and was lowkey like wait rookie leon is so fine lemme cook

"Newbie." A fist knocks on your tan shaded oak desk, snatching your attention away from assigning the compatible codes to the most recent crime statistic submissions. Looking up slowly, irritated, you meet the dull beady eyes of the man above you. Officer Forbes had been deemed the sergeant of the department, which apparently made him entitled to also being a pain in your ass.

He shoots a thick brow at you as his furry mustache on his lip curls. "Need you to get those transcripts out the drawer from last month." He points a finger at you and continues. "Forensics wants to build a case and we need to go over everything again."

You nod, "Yes sir. Noted." He grunts in response, stalking away with the stick up his ass getting shoved even deeper into the dark void.

Rolling your eyes once he's gone, you focus once more on the spreadsheets you'd been going through on your dimly lit computer screen. Judging from the information, there'd been a whopping sixty count of aggravated assaults within the past week, all different stories. And they all ended the same—with the assailant attempting to or consuming the victims limbs.

To have so many consistent incidents must've meant that there was some sort of drug going around, leading to people losing their minds, deciding to indulge into cannablism. It was the only logical reason that made sense to you.

Regardless, whatever caused this, the entire scenario itself was horrifying of itself. In the old movies your mom used to watch with you in the room, corpses would rise from the dead, and feast on human flesh—the only thing those creatures apparently craved. Zombies.

But zombies weren't real. Humans created them, as a type of folklore, because they liked scaring the shit out of themselves for some reason.

Including you, who always loved watching a digestible horror movie.

Finishing up with a few final clicks, you push yourself to your feet, and retuck your black-long sleeved house into your polka dotted office skirt. Walking through the door behind your chair, you feel the immediate cool air conditioning of the file office. Since the vents were larger in here, due to the small room, the cooler air got around more quickly.

The walls were slightly chipped and forest green painted, giving you a sense of nostalgia, even though you'd been here for only two days. Your black pumps click against the black and white checkered floors as you aim towards the A drawer, and slide it open, individually fishing out every call log and ensuring it's of last month. Then the same with B, then C, then D.

You were only at F, about an hour later, when the door flies open. "Elliot." Officer Edward was a cute, young middle aged man with handsome brown eyes and an amiable countenance. As usual, a kind and warm smile is spread across his lips, holding a mug of coffee in his hand.

"_ _. Saw David talk to you earlier and thought you might need this." An ineffable amount of relief courses through you as you sit up from the stool you'd taken sanctuary on.

"You're incredible." Sending him an appreciative smile, you accept it from his hand, your fingers delicately hitting his soft knuckle. His smile grows as you take a sip, the bitter liquid deliciously soothing your throat. "There's just something about your coffee that tastes way better. I swear."

Elliot leans against the wall, smile shifting into a smirk. "I can make you an even better coffee at my place." Throwing out hints of inviting you over, your cheeks flush. It took him two days, but hey, it's better than nothing.

Excitement twitches in your limbs at the idea of being alone with him. The flirting back and forth did build up tension, and well, that eventually needs to be released. And judging from the way his eyes kept glancing to your breasts, you know Elliot's intentions matched yours to a certain degree.

"And it's a machine, not the pot." He adds with a playful tone, following with a wink that made you warm all over.

You bite your lip.

"Upgrading to an espresso? Sign me up."

His eyes shine. "It's a date."

A wave of arousal hits you down there. Elliot had nice lips, ones you wanted to nibble on as he screwed you into next week. A golden chain had been hidden beneath the confinement of his uniform, which looked fetching on him, and you wondered what he'd look like with only that chain on.

Basically eye fucking each other at this point, coffee growing progressively more cold as you look up at him with calculative eyes, you two almost don't notice the plethora of rings that erupt in the call center room.

Looking at each other with confused looks, you both leave to investigate, swinging open the office door and being met with the dispatchers all on a call. Papers were messily thrown everywhere, stressed expressions emphasized on all of their faces.

"What the hell?" Elliot shouts over the chaos, face twisting.

An anxious pit grows in your stomach as you step closer to him. "What's going on, Elliot?"

In response, he shuts the door behind him, and shakes his head. "I'm not sure."

"This hasn't happened before?"

His features tense down at you, blinking for a moment, something flickering on his face. His jaw clenches as he visibly gulps, and shakes his head no. "Not in the five years I've worked here—no. I mean mass shootings get a lot of traction in the coms room, but you saw those phones. The lights were non-stop ringing." Putting his hands on his hips, he looked past you, deep in thought. "This is something else."

Alarms go off in your brain. Elliot notices the panic on your face, and puts a hand on the side of your arm. "Why don't you go finish up your work? I'll come by in a bit and let you know what happens."

But your mind was buzzing with a multitude of theories. Absently nodding, he smiles at you once more, before you walk off in the opposite direction from him.

Could the recent aggravated assaults cases have anything to do with this? All of those calls had to have been stemmed from the same situation. And what are the chances that things have been getting progressively more peculiar since the beginning of this week.

The sun had been setting by the time you finished your task. Elliot never came by, but you understood why when you walk out into the front to clock out for the day.

Clutching your purse to your chest, you watch with a stunned look as people began lining up outside the station. Not workers, just regular people. This wasn't good at all. It looked like the situation had gotten worse since a few hours ago. You walk over to Lieutenant Branagh, who was pacing back and forth with a frustrated presence.

Three officers were dispatched outside, trying to calm the crowd outside. Others were sprinting back and forth in here, shouting out random codes. Things were getting scary at this point and you needed answers.

"Lieutenant."

The officer turns around, and immediately narrows his eyes down at you. Your confidence wavers as you gulp. "I was about to head home—but I needed to ask what's going on? It's madness out there."

"For starters, you aren't going home. The station is on lockdown." The words slap you in the face, and his softens when he notices you basically flinch from his harsh tone. A heft sigh leaves him, "Look kid. People are going crazy. We’ve been getting reports back to back all day today that people are eating each other."

Nausea hits you as you clench your stomach. So you were right. The assaults had everything to do what was going on. Shocked for a few moments, you then pick up your jaw. "Do—Do you think it's from drugs?"

"It's a virus. That's all I can tell you."

A virus was the thing making these people go insane? A sickness of some sort. Something to do with the brain surely. Everything was going to mayhem. Angry citizens begin banging on the wooden doors, officers pulling out their weapons and threatening to shoot if they don't stop.

And then he's getting pulled into a conversation with a group of officers that approach him from behind, asking for instructions. You began to shake as your breathing begins to hitch. Going over to where the entrance to the parking lot entrance was, a hand wraps around your wrist and stops you.

"_ _. Are you going home?" Elliot's voice forces you to pause and whip your head to face him. "I can take you if you'd—"

You don't notice the officer until he's right behind Elliot. Unexpectedly, the mysterious cop snarls out, and digs his teeth into the flesh of the Elliot's throat, ripping off and kneeing at his skin like it was a piece of steak.

“Elliot!”

A scream tears from your throat as you stumble back, hands trembling as you cover your mouth. Elliot's eyes roll back in agony as the officer grabs his skull and continues to devour his artery. The sight traumatizes you as the world begins to spin. And that's when you hear Elliot gurgle out.

"R-Run."

Tossing the officer who you were just flirting with hours ago onto the floor, who was now on the brink of death and drowning in his own blood, the monster then flashes its crimson stained teeth at you. A string of blood and saliva drips down his chin, boots stepping forward, lunging at you.

Why the hell was no one doing anything?

Looking around frantically, you see that the entire station had been in disarray. Officers were shooting aimlessly, workers who weren't strapped were running up and down the stairs, fleeing for their lives and aiming towards the parking garage. But there was too many people, and the mass was getting stuck at the entrance. It was a death sentence.

Thinking quickly, you run away from the thing that just brutally killed Elliot, and race up the steps. The sound of wooden braking shatters the air as a horde of bloodied, disembodied, mutilated monsters break in and begin seizing as much people as they could. Screams and cries that shook you to the core made hot tears hit your cheeks as you hurry up faster up the stairs.

Bursting through the library door, the bright green walls blurry in your vision, you sprint up the intricately decorated staircase. "You guys need to leave!" You cry out, earning confused looks. A few people had been working in there, unbeknownst of what was to come. The door you had just came in, swings open, queuing cries and pleas that made you cringe from terror.

Glancing behind you, you watch as an elderly woman with thick rimmed glasses, gets her face torn off and feasted on. Bile rises in your throat as you grip the rail, dropping to your knees for a moment.

You wished you could've prevented this. Just because you loved this kind of stuff in movies, didn't mean you were used to seeing this kind of stuff. None of the things in those films were real. But this, watching your co-works get eaten alive, one by one, was a nightmare.

After a few seconds, the old woman you just saw get attacked, twitches her neck inhumanely and screeches out like one of those creatures. Her teeth clicked together, catching your gaze, and your heart stops as time stills.

And then she's sprinting after you.

Carrying you towards the door upstairs, you throw yourself outside, and shut it behind you. Twisting it locked shut, you hear the woman bang on the wood, surely to tear it down soon. Not wasting anytime, you hear gunshots from below as the biting air hits your face.

Oh god.

Three more of them. Going right towards you at full speed, wearing grey overalls. Must've been the guys who repaired the parts for the tower. Looking to the right, you go into the first door you see, and lock it.

Your eye search for anything to barricade the door.

Gear shaped parts twice the size of you had been placed in multiple corners, the smell of dust and old air filling your nostrils. Dragging a table that you spot on the left side of the room, you push it in front of the door, gritting your teeth as your body pulsed with adrenaline. Every pound of their fist made you heave uncontrollably, dropping to the floor and hugging your knees.

You prayed over and over again that they wouldn't break down that door. Hoping someone had been listening. You didn't want to die like this. Slowly torn apart and mauled on by a bunch of sick and deranged fucks. Just like Elliot, who used the last of his energy to tell you to leave him and to save yourself.

Your heart throbs with guilt.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you sob quietly and try to calm your heart rate, covering your ears and rocking back and forth. The pounding on the door came to a half after about thirty minutes. Eventually, you somehow managed to fall asleep, stuck in a place of dissociation and exhaustion.

Fluttering your eyes open, the air stale, you run your eyes and stand.

Was it safe to come out? Probably not. A part of you had wished this was all just a messed up nightmare you were having. But then the metallic odor of blood and death infiltrates your senses, and you're reminded that this is all really happening.

Something medal bangs on the doorknob.

What the hell? You thought they were gone?

Whatever this was, it had intelligence. And of course there was no exit. Just this huge cage like structure that was rusted all over, probably not used in decades.

What the hell was this place anyway?

A wrench that was thrown on the floor captured your eye. Arms shaking with fear, you grab it, and point it at the door. Whatever the hell that thing was outside, was definitely coming in. The brutal sound of the knob breaking off causes you to let out a shriek, backing into the wall, shaking and about to piss your pants.

"Hello? Is someone in there?"

Thank god. The light of relief floods you as color returns to the world.

You drop your wrench.

They were human.

"I'm—I'm in here!" Your voice was hoarse from crying and screaming. You needed to hurry and get the door open before they left you all alone. "One second!" You push aside the table, legs almost giving out on you. When the weight is moved off the door, it opens carefully, creaking eerily and you hold your breath.

A young cop is revealed on the other side, his pretty blue eyes widening when he takes in your appearance. Something flashes in them. You had an odd instinct to swipe the dirty blonde strands slightly away from his eyes, and clean his cheekbones that were smudged with dried blood and smudges of dirt. "Are you alright?" Concern immediately flickers on his face, and you don't respond at first.

It was like an beautiful angel had came down to save you. You swore you could see the halo on his head.

His brow raises. "....Hello?"

"I'm fine. I've been in here the whole time," Your vocal cords begin working again, trying not to stutter. A spark of confusion lights up in your mind. "How did you get here? I thought-everyone was dead." Your voice wavers, "There was so many of those-those things. So much blood and-and everyone was screaming-and Elliot-I couldn't save him-"

Pity overtakes the mysterious savior's youthful features. "I can't imagine what you've been through, Miss. And I'm sorry that this is happening." His gentle words settled some of the unease in your stomach, and caressed your aching and wounded heart. "But I'm here now. And I promise, I won't let you die. No one else is dying on my watch."

Your eyes water, the sentimental words meaning absolutely everything in a moment like this. A small smile forms on your lips, and his twitch into one as well. "Thank...Thank you so much."

He nods dutifully and turns around. "Stay behind me. I'm gonna take you back to the Main Hall. I came in from the front gate and locked it shut. So it's safe for now." Following his orders, you both step outside the room, and into the dark hall that lead to either the tower or the library. Turning left, you both head to the library, and that's when an inhumane growl breaks the air.

The mutilated, rancid smelling corpse had limped towards you, coming out of the library door. "Stay behind me." The copy reminds you, pulling out a his hand gun, aiming it at its bloodied and engorged face.

"Don't need to tell me twice." Your voice shakes behind him, hoping this guy knew how to shoot.

You physically cringe at the creatures grotesque face; a huge gaping whole caved into its face, with its brain tissue poking out replacing where its eye should've been.

“Get back, officer!” He warns, voice going high at the end. But the thing doesn’t respond with words, and instead reaches forward to bite at him.

You warn him. “Leon look out!”

With one flick of the trigger, a bullet flies out the chamber and directly speaks through the zombie's head, ultimately knocking him to the ground. Holy shit—he was a damn sharp shot.

"You okay?" He turns around, and your chest grows fuzzy with warmth at how considerate he was. He had to have been at least three years younger than you; especially from the fact that he still had a fighting yet hopeful spirit. Usually older cops knew the horrors of the world, and constantly intaking those atrocities slowly ate away at their soul.

But this cop right here—he was different. There was life in his eyes, and it lit up everywhere the both of you went. Well, that and his flashlight.

"I'm good. Thanks."

"Good.” His expression dims as he faces away, as if he was appearing to be strong for you. “Let's keep moving."

You both open the door to the library. It was illuminated with its usual yellow fluorescent light; which was the only thing that didn't change. The wooden floors were now smeared in dried blood, walls covered in bloody hand prints sprawled out all over the fern wallpaper. "Oh my god." You mutter, looking around in horror. The young man looks at you with sadness in his eyes as you take it all in.

After a few seconds, you both hurry down the steps.

Corpses and half eaten bodies were sprawled out in puddles of their own blood that soaked into the tiled wooden floor. "I think I'm going to be sick." Holding your hand over your mouth, the coppery stench of rotted blood hitting you in the face, you manage to exit the forsaken room and back into the main hall.

As you descend the stairs, you notice a man sitting on the chair beside the entrance to the parking lot—where a goddess had been holding up a flag frozen in time. "Lieutenant Branagh?" You call out, getting off the final stair, and approach him with a worried look.

Clutching his right abdomen, blue uniform shirt soaked in blood, he grunts out in pain and shifts in his seat. "Did one of them bite you?"

His lack of response was response enough.

You remembered what happened with the old lady, and how she turned just a few moments after being bitten by one of them. The same thing might happen with the Lieutenant. The theory freezes you over and forces you to pause.

No.

Fear wasn't going to make you kill someone.

Just because it happened once, doesn't mean it'll happen everytime. "You're going to be okay." Thats what you hoped for at least. "Is there any meds I can get for you, sir?"

"You two need to focus on-" He cuts himself off with another groan, coughs out, and wearily finishes. "-on figuring out how to get out of here. Here." Pulling out a set of keys from his holster, he tosses them to the cop beside you. "Rookie. That's the keys to one of the motor units. Should be parked with the rest of them on level two."

Judging by the nickname, you guessed this was the younger cop's first day. That made so much sense. "Yes sir. And..are you coming with us?"

Lieutenant twists his face. "Course not. I'll just slow you two down. Don't worry about me." He waves his hand, keeping his tone stern and cold. "Focus on saving yourselves. I'm dead weight."

But the guy who basically saved your life, isn't having it, evidently anger growing on his face. "Sir-I can't just leave you here to die-“

"That's an order, Officer." The Lieutenant harshly cuts him off, and coughs out once again, spitting out blood. "Now go on and hurry. The gate can only hold up for so long."

You and the man exchange looks. You both clearly didn't like the idea of leaving anybody. But he was right—he was hurt and if you ran into more of those things, you’d die trying to carry him. Apparently the cute cop comes to same conclusion as you, and sighs, looking down at the keys in his hand.

Already, the hope in his eyes gets chipped away, a large chunk missing.

"Yes sir."

The Lieutenant doubles over, knees hitting the floor. You immediately go to help, patting his back, your figure filled with pity. Seeing someone go through this had despair weighing down your body. Patting his back as an effort to comfort him, you notice he stops coughing, and instead a low disembodied growl rumbles from his chest. "... Lieutenant?"

His head jerks upward in a chilling fashion, eyes entirely blown with blood. "Get back!" The younger cop demands, and you don't waste anytime in doing so, a gasp tearing from your throat as you register the fact you were right.

He changed, just like the old woman. If they bite you—you’re dead.

The newbie's hand slightly shakes as he points his weapon at the Lieutenant, who was now stood on his feet and limping towards the two of you. Swiping his hands at the disheveled young man, he ducks and kicks him in the leg, and gets the infected Lieutenant onto the floor.

Hesitatingly, he points it down at him. "I'm so sorry, sir." Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets the trigger go off, and effectively kills the Lieutenant.

And then it's quiet. Too quiet.

You study the look on the man's face. Shame riddled his features as he stares at the Lieutenant's deceased limp body right below him. Regret forced his body to stiffen, and you find yourself feeling for him.

"I just-killed him."

Grabbing his hand, which twitched in your grasp, your touch has him looking up at you. "That wasn't him anymore and you know that."

Nonetheless, rage flares in his eyes, but it wasn't directed towards you. He yanks his arm back.

"I was supposed to work for him." His eyes turn glossy, voice wavering, and it drenched you in pity. "And instead I had to shoot him. How fucked up is that?" Biting down on his knuckle, he storms over to the desk, and drives his fist through the thick wood. You flinch and see his knuckles covered in cuts, his teeth gritted as he tries to process what just happened.

For some reason, you couldn't stand seeing him beat himself up like this. "In case you haven't noticed, he was infected. There was nothing else we could do."

Self hatred coats his tone. "Bullshit." His face is ten times more pale than earlier. "I'm supposed to save people, not kill them. That's why I wanted to join the force. To save people-" His breathing hitches. "I let him die. No-I let them all die. If only I could've gotten here sooner-then I could've done something-“

“You can’t control who dies.”

“I told you no one else would die on my watch.” A gutted look covers his face and you had the urge to console him. “-and now look what happened. I couldn’t save him.”

"But you saved me." Your words force him to fall quiet, something shining in his eyes right after you said them. "If it weren't for you, I'd still be in that room, scared and alone. But you can't save everyone."

Straight brows lightly furrowed, a focused look on his face, your savior watches as you slowly approach him. "And for what it's worth, I think you're going to be an amazing officer one day if we make it out of this.”

Never in your life had you ever met someone who wanted to save people this much. Someone so selfless, always worried about others, with his heart always hanging off his sleeve. It was definitely refreshing, but it also drew you towards him, like one magnet gravitating towards the other. And the more you got to know more about his character, the stronger the undeniable pull was.

The atmosphere had grown more and more thick. Your palms begin to sweat as your eyes bore into his ocean like ones, wishing you could swim inside the calm and peaceful waters that they offered.

And then this mysterious guy, who you didn't even know the name of yet, grabs you by your cheeks and tenderly captures your lips into his.

Immediately, caught up in the heat of the moment, you kiss him back. His lips are soft and supple against yours, tongue lightly swiping at your bottom lip, so to grasp a proper taste of you.

He tasted like mint gum, the smell of rainforest and spruce overwhelming your senses.

Tenderly moving his lips against yours, a series of electric heat shoots up in your figure. It felt natural despite the hectic atmosphere.

The two of you were transported to a boundless realm, where only the two of you were, with no one else to interrupt this moment. Pressing a palm against the ridged badge on his chest, you feel his thumb softly stroke your cheek, before pulling away.

Cheeks burning, your breathless as he faintly smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "I'm Leon by the way." So that was his name.

You blink.

"_ _."

His eyes glittered down at yours beneath the cheap lights of the station. But of course, just when things begin to feel lighter—the two bulky wooden doors burst open, a horde of monsters infiltrate the premises.

“Shit. Not again.” Leon curses, tension forming on his forehead as he ushers you towards the parking lot. "We gotta go. Now." Both jogging to the goddess statue, you descend down the stairs, the screeches and snarls coming from behind you two forcing you to move faster.

The parking garage was dimly lit with flickering, liminal bars of light at the top. "The second floor is this way!" You call out, and go up the small set of concrete stairs. Leon is close beside you, shooting as a few begin to inch in.

Footsteps echoed in the stairway. Shivers ran down your spine as you hurried your movements.

Grabbing the keys from him, you begin clicking the button, in hopes of it the motorcycle beeping.

"Where the hell is that thing?" He shouts over the loud grumbling noises. “He said second flop right?”

“Yeah.”

A faint yellow light flashes around one of the pillars. Bingo. "I see it! Come on." Your lungs throb as a tiredness glooms over your mind. Adrenaline and the instinct to not die are the only two things that keep you from moving, and not stopping to relieve the needles continuously stabbing in your ankles. You weren't the most active, so this felt like you were running a marathon.

Leon, on the other hand, had to undergo extensive training at the police academy. He could’ve ran past you if he wanted to. But nonetheless, staid at your side, as you both find the bike. "Give me the keys." Handing them to him, he hands you the gun, "You need to shoot them while I turn this on and get us out of here. Can you do that?"

No, but you had to.

Sweat dripped down his puckered forehead, depending on you, eyes hooded as you nod. "Yeah. I can do that." The gun felt bulky and foreign in your palm as Leon starts the engine. One of those things lunge at you, and you panic, shutting your eyes and shooting.

Opening them, you see it's still there. "Leon!" You couldn’t do this. You’ve never killed anything before, let alone shot at monsters that looked like humans.

"Hold on!"

Revving the engine, you wrap one arm around him, as the bike jerks forward and zooms down the lot. Your hair flies away from your face as you tighten your hold on Leon, gun in your hand, as he swerves around the corner. Once fully descended onto the ground level, he finds the barricaded exit, and needles through a stack of junk.

You guys made it out.

But it wasn't over yet.

This was the first time you saw the outside world since the outbreak happened. Buildings crashed onto the floor, monsters feasting on dead bodies, fires scattering across the streets due to the gas leaking from the abandoned vehicles. Leon cuts a corner, and a zombie swats at you both. Jerking the wheels to the side, he makes a right, and speeds down this alleyway.

It connects to another street. "Make a left ahead! It'll lead you on the highway that exits the city!"

"I'm on it!" His voice yells over the wind and the loud hum of the engine. Going under the bridge you used to drive past everyday, he takes Arthur street, which then transitioned into Hollister. He curves left and enters the highway.

At this point, there were no more monsters.

You observe the fallen city. More empty cars, some still alit with flames, but no bodies. Leon needles through a barricade of cars, and alast, the blood covered sign shows up on the billboard. Right as the sun began peeking past the horizon, announcing dawn.

Thank you for visiting Raccoon City! Come back soon. We'll miss you.

Streaks of blush and honey dew shaded strokes paint the sky. Swallows soar the sky, riding the wind as their wings spread. You admire them, the most beautiful sight you’ve seen since last night.

Other than Leon’s eyes. You couldn’t state into those dreamy things all day.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you finally feel safe, and it’s all because of him. Without running into Leon, you doubt you would’ve survived. You owed your life to him, and didn’t mind spending the rest of it by paying him back. To be there for him whenever the memories of tonight become too much.

You vowed you’d always be there for him.

Seven years later

Finally finished with your assigned draft, you click submit to the Director and shut your laptop. The glass pane wall in your office revealed the gloomy, stormy sky that drizzled all morning. Stretching your arms behind your back, the droplets of rain lightly beating on the window is the only source of sound in the room.

President Graham had a speech a week from now, with full coverage on every news outlet possible. The entire county of the United States was depending on him to answer what truly happened to Raccoon city that night. And since you were there, the Director had appointed you, to edit and annotate what President Graham was going to recite. An honor, yes, but also probably one of the most stressful things you've had to do throughout your career.

Deciding to fetch another cup of coffee, you stand up, and head over to the door. Smoothing down your black pencil skirt and fixing your hair, you grab the empty mug and twist open the knob. Making a right, you walk past an aisle of a bunch of workers typing away on their computers, not noticing your presence. Mini-cubicles divided them, all the way down to the end, where you turn right and enter the break room.

Pouring water into the empty pot, you mix in the coffee and turn the heater on. It bubbles, the delicious smell of caffeine wafting up your nostrils. "Third or fourth cup today, Miss _ _?" Your boss, Director Wallace, enters the break room. "How's that draft coming along? You finna make me proofs?" He lights a cigarette, and offers you one.

"No thank you." You decline his offer, and smile. "And I guess you'll just have to find out when I submit it to you tonight sir."

Smoke exhales through his nose as he chuckles. "Attack girl." You sip your coffee as he taps on the counter, signaling his departure. Carrying your full mug back to your office, you're pulled to the side by Ashley Graham—the President's only daughter. You two had grow close over the years you worked here, chit chatting at random times about just anything.

Her shoulder-length chestnut colored hair sways as she tilts her head. "_ _!" She pulls you into a friendly hug, and jokes as you both pull away. "Hey you. Cute skirt, better let me borrow it sometime."

"Ash, you're ten times richer than me. You can buy way nicer skirts than this."

She shrugs, being her humble self, and clutches her designer purse to her side. "But I love your style. It's so chic." But then her hands clap together. "Anyways—that's not what I came here for. There's someone I want you to meet. Remember how I told you about the man who saved my life?"

You snort, taking another sip of your coffee. "You mean the one you've been talking about non-stop but couldn't ever tell me who it was because it's confidential?"

"Yes, that one!" A giddy look overtakes her features as she beams widely, eyes alit with excitement. "He's here. Dad and him have a business meeting in an hour. Something about the speech coming up. Oh-he's right there!" She waves her hand behind you, getting on her tiptoes. "Leon! Over here!"

Your heart falls out of your ass.

Leon?

The same Leon who you kissed seven years ago back in Raccoon City?

You hadn't heard his name in so long. A few months after the two of you escaped the overrun city, you started an internship for the Mayor's clerical office, and worked your way up until you were offered a position to work in the White house. Around the same time, Leon had sent a letter that consisted of him getting offered a job as an agent for managing to survive in Raccoon City.

The letters you and Leon sent to one another, however, had dwindled to nothing after about a year. The connection faded in both sides, and since then, you hadn't heard a word from one another. Nor have you seen him again, until now. "Leon, this is _ _, the youngest Chief speechwriter on my father's team."

He looked different. The baby fat from last time was entirely replaced by a defined jawline, and sharp sunken cheekbones. What was once a pair of youthful and kind eyes, were now shaped into permanent daggers, steely and smokey. And his usual side part hairstyle, was now a slick back with two front pieces of hair dreamily falling forward. This couldn't have been the same shy and altruistic cop you met seven years back, on your second day at your new job.

Leon's face didn't even shift as his eyes land on yours, no recollection of you seemingly crossing his mind. After Ash introduces you, he faces you without smiling, and nods. "Hello. I'm Agent Kennedy." His tone was clipped. "It's nice to meet you."

Meet you? He already met you...years ago. You two even shared a kiss. How couldn't he remember any of that? What the two of you went through that night; it wasn't easy to forget on your part. But apparently it was on his.

This was the guy that Ashley liked, but never gave her the time of day. Apparently he was too devoted to his job to be in a relationship at the moment, according to her.

"Likewise." You look away from him, attempting to mask the hurt that grew on your face. Leon's eyes burn into the side of your face as you smile only at Ashely. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work. It was lovely seeing you Ashley, as always."

Your eyes find Leon's, which were void with emotion. "And it was nice to meet you, Agent Kennedy."

And with that, you flee to the sanctuary of your office, slamming the door behind you.

✘

The presidents speech was scheduled for tomorrow, and it's been an entire week since you'd ran into Leon at your work.

To say he didn't cross your mind would be a lie. During the day at work, you'd been too busy to think about anything other than the speech coming up. At night, however, when you were all alone and in bed, with nothing but silence, your lack of distraction chinos make space for sadness to kick in. But it wasn't like you were crying over him twenty-four seven.

Tonight was a particularly hard shift. Director Wallace didn't approve your final draft, saying it sounded too pretentious and that you needed to loosen up a little, to ensure all the citizens remain calm. Whatever the hell that meant. You decided that it was something to worry about on Monday, because tonight, you planned on getting plastered. Something you usually did every Friday to maintain your sanity and stop yourself from checking into the mental hospital.

People assumed working for the White House was hard and required a certain level and patience. And they're completely right. You've lost a social life just to be able to have a solid foot int your dream career. But in your eyes, it was worth it all.

Entering the same pub you've entered for years, every week, the bell rings as the familiar brick walls bring you comfort. Sliding into your usual seat, in the corner at the bar, you situate yourself and get comfortable. The air was thick with sweat and alcohol—but you were used to it. The bartender, Joelle, recognized you immediately and nodded, signifying she already knew what you wanted.

After a few seconds, you had your lemon drop martini in your hand, the liquid burning your throat deliciously and leaving a delectable buzz in your bloodstream. Any negative feeling began to fade away the more you sipped your drink. The room became dewy as you pull out your book from your purse. The Flowers. An upcoming of age story about a baby who grew up in prison with their mother back in the 60's.

You're about five pages in at this point, almost finished with your first lemon drop. "Just a beer. Thanks." You recognize the voice that dryly ordered and look over to your left. Leon was seated a few seats away, and from what you could tell, he hadn't seen you yet. Joelle slides him a Bud Lite, and as he cracks it open, you contemplate in going over there and asking him if he really forgot who you were.

The alcohol gave you the courage. Standing up, you slowly walk over, and lean against the wooden counter. His side profile was just as gorgeous as his front, nose sharp and pointed forward with an incredibly impressive jawline. "Looks like we meet again." Capturing his attention, you grow slightly nervous, but it dissipates.

He doesn't say anything and just stares at you blankly.

"What?" You huff, irritation pricking in your chest. "You don't remember me again?"

Chest rising, Leon looks back forward, seemingly unaffected. But you notice his shoulders stiffen. "Can't you see I don't care to talk to you?" He barks out, muscle in his jaw quivering, and takes a hefty swig of his beer. "I know we met a long time ago, but I don't remember much. Not about you at least. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to relax on my day off."

Your cheek turns hot, offended at his harshly put words. Whoever the hell this Leon was, you didn't care to know him. The old Leon was gone, that's for certain, and the new one was an asshole. "You're no walk in the park to talk to either." You snap, and spin on your heels. "Have a nice life, Leon."

You didn't want to reconnect anyway. Screw him. Tossing a fifty dollar bill on the table, you don't glance at him and storm out the bar, trembling with anger. The cold winter air felt like heaven as you inhaled deeply, heels clicking down the street as you make your way back to your apartment. It was only a few minutes from the bar, and you really needed the walk to blow off some steam.

The moon was full tonight, lighting up the clouds that slowly stirred in the obsidian shades night sky. The stars were evident above and you admired them, swaying back and forth, still buzzed from the drinks you had earlier.

You walk past a bus stop, and see a hooded man sat down on the bench. He strokes his beard as he watches you walk past him, and shivers run down your spine as you hear footsteps ensue behind you. Turing your head to check, you see he was now towards you, both hands shoved in his pockets. Gulping, you speed up, in hopes you could outrun him.

You should've just driven to the pub. Then this wouldn't have been happening and you wouldn't be in danger. Why did you like living in hard mode all the time?

"Excuse me, Miss?" Your feet pause as the man coughs out. "Do you think I could have a dollar?"

Turning around, you find your heart racing like a stallion shot up with heroin. Your palms grew slick with sweat as anxiety sprouted in you stomach. "Sure." Fishing out a few coins from your purse, he then randomly shoves you to the ground, and snatches the purse from your grasp.

Your mouth drops open in shock as you curse.

You were going to give him money—and so he decided it'd be better to just steal from you entirely?

"Hey!" You shout out, jumping to your feet. "That's my-"

The man stops running when a blade is pointed at his head right when he turns around. Leon was on the other side of it, icily glaring down at the assailant, as if he was ready to just drive the blade into his neck. The light brown leather jacket with fur on the inside added to the intimidating look. "You're going to give that back to her, or I'll do it myself."

"Sorry man."

Leon raises a brow, and holds out his hand. "Now hand it over."

Giving him the purse, the robber then sprints away, not underestimating the crazy look in the agent's eyes.

And the they land on you. "Think this belongs to you." He says quietly and hands your bag back to you.

"Thanks." You raise your brows at him, puzzled. "I know you accused me of stalking you, but it seems like you're the one that followed me."

He shrugs, averting his eyes to the side for a moment, then met yours again. "If I didn't-God knows what that guy could've done."

"I suppose you have a point." You nod, then place both hands on your hips. "So what? You blow me off but save me when you feel like it?"

"I'm not the same guy I was back then."

"Clearly."

His eyes flash as guilt outlines his stone like features. The first hint of emotion of you've receivers from him since you've reunited with him. "You don't even remember me anyway." Your tone dampens. "So why are you out here trying to save me?" Nothing could drive away the annoyance that consumed you, especially with the alcohol amplifying the feeling by a ten fold.

Leon clenches his jaw and hardens his tone. "Fine. Be my guest and walk the rest of the way alone."

"Fine." You spit out, and spin around, angrily stilling your heels across the pavement. Luckily your apartment had only been five minutes away. You turned to check if Leon was still behind you, and he was, narrowing his eyes at you as he kept moving forward but not enough to walk past you. Once you finally arrive to your room, you shove the keys into the doorknob, and twist it open.

But then you pause.

"Leon-what do you want?"

You spin around and swallow thickly, cowering beneath his intense gaze. His straight brows were slightly puckered, eyelids hooded and low. "I think you need to go home and leave me alone." It was clear he had no interest in talking things out with you.

But instead, the special agent just stands in your doorway. Your white porch light shadowed the corners of his face, sharpening the edges and making him appear like a beautifully crafted statue. Your heart fluttered at the sight, and wondered if his lips would still feel the same.

A new emotion crossed his face. His eyes gloss over with hunger, running up and down your body. At this point, you needed to shut the door, or else you were going to indulge in something you'd regret in the morning. "I'm going to bed." You announce, and nod, smiling half-heartedly. "Thanks for walking me home I guess-"

He shuts you up by grabbing the back of your neck, and pressing your lips into his.

You're too stunned to kiss back at first. Leon gathers and slides his hand onto your cheek. "Kiss me back." He growls out, and it's enough for you to wrap one arm around his neck, and pull him in deeper. A plethora of emotions swirled inside of you like a whirlwind—knocking the breath from your lungs. His tongue invades your mouth and caresses it with yours, the pleasurable feeling making your heart skip a beat as your mind grows delirious.

Abruptly, you pull back, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

Leon's pupils were entirely blown, flickering from your lips to meet your gaze. "You think I'm just going to let you sleep with me?" You ask him, out of breath, putting your hands on his leather brown jacket covered chest. "I have more respect for myself than you think, Leon."

The corners of his lips twitch into a wicked smirk.

"I can smell how wet you are from here."

A blush creeps up your neck. Legs jerking from his words, a mortified look takes over your face, cheeks and nose burning. Leon from years ago would've never said anything like that. A part of you begins to wonder if this was him at all.

Kicking shut your door behind him, he then expertly pins you against it, gripping both sides of your shoulders.

His hair messily fell over his eyes. "If you want me to leave, tell me to leave." The words were raspy and deep. And then his thumb ghosts over your bottom lip, looking into your eyes so intimately your mind went haywire. Every hook you had into your self control had failed.

"Or you can let me stay, and let me fuck you until your neighbors know my name." As soon as the words left your mouth, a new wave of arousal floods your core, leaving behind a warm buzzing sensation.

Your jaw basically drops open at his words. You search his eyes and can tell that he was being dead serious, and that this wasn't some play. He awaited for you to answer, and when you release a shaky sigh, his smirk grows. "So what will it be the princess?"

A tension thickened the air, making it harder to breathe, or even formulate a coherent thought. You shouldn't have wanted him so badly. Leon was a stranger at this point, and you only knew him for one night prior to that. Usually, you needed to at least know the person for a while before you slept with them.

So why did every fiber of your body want him to screw you into oblivion? A man who's been nothing but rude and blunt since the moment you ran into him?

Leon's sadistic eyes challenged you, still wearing that damned smirk.

Fuck it.

Initiating this time, you reach forward and begin singly kiss him. This time, the kiss was sinful, but also so enlightening—like you'd asked god for forgiveness and he granted it right before you. But Leon wasn't holding back anymore, his teeth sinking down on your bottom lip, the unexpected sharp sting making you gasp out. Taking the opportunity, he shoves his tongue past your open lips, and explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue.

The way he was sensually kissing, like he knew exactly what you loved, made your core throb an insatiable need.

Goosebumps break out on your waist as he shakes his fingers beneath the fuzzy fabric of the you're wearing, and runs his freezing rough padded fingers all over the sensitive skin of your waist. "You have no idea what the fuck you do to me." He raggedly growls out against your lips, hands wrapping around your bra-clad breasts.

His fingers pinch at your nipples over the fabric, and you clench your core, a distinct shot of pleasure leading you to jerk your hips forward. Leon retracts his back and minusculely raises his brows. "Oh?" Dark eyes glazed over in desire, he licks his lip, cheeks all sweaty from pent up want. An excited glimmer shines in his navy hues.

"Do you like having your nipples played with?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself." You huff out, needing him to do anything at this point. Your body was going to explode if it didn't experience release so soon.

His hand wraps around your throat, and your entire body tenses in lust. "I had to wait seven years for you. So you can wait a few minutes for me, can't you, angel?" There was a dominance in his tone that you knew was authentic; and it absolutely invigorated you.

You hazily blink up at him, a blissed out look on your face already. A surge of submission engulfs you. "You can do whatever you want to me, Leon." And just as you'd hoped, an uncontrollable fire flares in his eyes, face shifting from hunger to an appetite that was endless.

Leon doesn't waste time responding. Instead, he smashes his lips against yours, unrelenting this time. It was messy. Teeth clashed, his hot tongue storing into your mouth like he was trying to taste every crevice of you. Not pulling away, Leon lightly shoves you onto your couch, and pulls your sweater over your head. Your lips disconnect for a moment as you toss the fabric, but he's grabbing your chin, and greedily tasting you once again.

Fingers fluidly unlocking your bra, he now tugs his head back to catch a glimpse of your breasts. "Fuck. Just how I imagined them." He mutters to himself, but you hear, and you realize Leon must've thought about this moment a lot more than you have.

"I thought you didn't remember me?" You breathe out, a knowing sass in your tone.

"Fuckin' lied to you thas why." Large burly hands tenderly grabbing both of your breasts, his fingers massage them in a way that makes an embarrassing moan tumble past your lips. Excitedly, his eyes find yours, "Do that again. Fucking do that again."

Like a madman, his lips wrap around one of your swollen buds, and sucks with intention. A strangled moan once again tears from your throat. Your back arches into Leon, as his other skilled digits continues to fondle and flick at your other nipple. Every touch from Leon made more and more desire and list sir inside of you, and it was getting harder to hold back.

He moves onto your other nipple, which was more tender to his warm tongue swirling around the bud. "That feels-so good." You choke out, your shaky hand flying to his strands, tugging gently on them.

"Just wait." He murmurs, pecking your nipple goodbye, and sucking and licking his way down your chest. All this foreplay had your body all clammy, and your breath stuttering from how much it yearned to at the hands of the enchanting man above you.

He nips at your pelvic bone, and you shutter. He snickers as he presses a searing kiss to your bikini line. Your eyes widen as his devilish ones meet yours, in the exact moment his fingers wrap around the loops of your jeans, and tugs them down your legs.

Leon looks down at your bay blue panties as you shyly cover yourself, feeling incredibly bare while he was fully clothed. As if he could read your mind, Leon takes off his jacket in preparation, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt and his dark jeans. You catch him licking his lips like an animal hunting its prey, eyes locked on your core.

Lowering himself onto his knees, he grunts, wrapping both wrists around your ankles and effortlessly tugging your legs over his shoulders. "Leon-" You sit up, yelping, and put both hands on his shoulders. His nose was inches away from your clothed heat. "I haven't-I haven't shaved. I wasn't expecting this-“

"Don't care." He doesn't even look at you, drawn to your cunt as he yaks your underwear down in one swift movement. The air feels cool against your exposed core as Leon inhales sharply, lips parted slightly. You watch him tuck your panties into his back pocket.

"Leon-those are my favorite-"

Spreading your thighs open, revealing your slick folds, his eyes drip with starvation as he licks his bottom lip in temptation. He didn't even seem to be listening at this point. "I'll buy you new ones." Is all he mutters before diving in, giving an eager and broad lick up your dripping slit without warning.

"Oh my god."

Your mouth drops open into a silent moan, his eyes locked on your hooded ones. Two fingers spread your lips open and expose your bundle of nerves. Sinful lips wrapping around it, Leon flicks the tip of his tongue against the bud while simultaneously slurping and sucking on it. Your entire core heats up, sparking with an addicting form of ecstasy, as he caresses every crevice of your pussy with his tongue.

The wet slippery muscle slides down your folds again, and lightly pokes at your entrance. Your fingers tighten on his scalp, and he groans from the sensation, sending waves of sound through your pussy and making your thighs quake. "Your fingers." You plead out, breast recoiling as your body shakes from the stimulation.

Leon decides to be merciful, and pokes his fingertip at your entrance, then slides it in. Your hole quivers around it as he pumps it at a bruising pace, continuing his persistent toying with his tongue on your aching, swollen clit, lapping up at the juices you excreted. "Taste better than any meal I've ever had." His eyes flutter shut, a lure slurping noise filling the room.

Never had anyone went down before on you. This was your first time a man had ever shown this side to you-and you were thankful it was Leon, who certainly knew how to please a woman. You wondered how many women he'd been with other than you, and the pleasure in your body begins to dull.

"What are you thinking about?" He pulls his head back, but doesn't stop working you open with his long digit. "Because the only thing you should be focusing on, is giving me a proper taste of you, Princess." And then he's messily eating you out again, tonguing your clit, and grumbles against your heat. "And you're going to give me that."

You cry out, all worries fading from your mind, a high nearing that threatened to shatter your body. Your stomach clenches as he quickens the speed of his finger, and roughens the licking and sucking motions on the tender skin of your pussy. He hums in delight as he relishes in your taste.

"Leon-I'm going to-" You try to tell him, but your voice gives out as he adds a second finger to the mix, pulling out a surprised shriek from you instead. The way they rub against your gummy wall, leaving behind a delicious burn that made you see stars, you shriek as your orgasm erupts in your core without your body's permission.

"Leon!" A surge of hot blistering pleasure ripples throughout your figure. Leon catches every drop you let out, replacing his tongue on your clit with his thumb, harshly rubbing circles on the overstimulated nub, moving his tongue to your drenched folds that released your juice. His eyes steadily watch as you cream on his tongue, high pitched pornagraphic moans filling the air.

Your thighs shake on his shoulders, cringing as your hands push him off from the overstimulation. "Too much." It comes out as a form of a whine, and Leon smirks, pecking your clit once more before standing onto his feet once again.

His lips shine with your juices as he lifts his shirt and sheds it off—revealing a defined set of abs. But his sun-kissed chest was wider than any of the other guys you'd been with; his strong and heavy-set build enticing you to check him out right in front of him. Leon doesn't notice and strips off his bottoms, and spreads your legs open once again.

Pulling down his boxers, they drop to his ankles, pink headed engorged cock in his palm. It was the hugest one you've had to take, green vein bulging through one of the sides from how big it was.

Rubbing his rock hard tip along your folds, you immediately moan out, grabbing his shoulders so that he's directly hovering over you. "How badly do you want me to fuck you, _ _?" He questions, pressing the head of his cock into your clit, then slaps it. Sharp sparks of pleasure force your pussy to clench as you blink up at him.

"I need you to." You babble out, wrapping both legs around his slim waist. The man above you likes his sock up at your entrance. "Leon-I need you." Eyes tearing up with desperation, you continue to mindlessly beg him. "Please-Please just fuck-"

He shuts you up by ramming his length fully inside of you, splitting open your pussy and drawing an elongated cry from you. "Fuck-thought I loosened you up enough with my fingers." He grunts out, grabbing your hips, and begins drilling his into yours. Hand reaching out, he wraps it around your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

His hair was completely ruined, falling in every direction; lips swollen and bruised from the intense makeout session from earlier. You didn't turn on the light yet, but the moonlight slightly illuminated the room. Leon had an ethereal sapphire hue to him, from the shade of night, as he rutted into you with everything he had to offer.

"I jerked off to you every night for seven years." The admission adds fuel to the fire that stirred another orgasm from your core. Leon intently focuses on your features twist in euphoria, his hand grabbing one of your ankles, and pressing an endearing kiss to them. "And when I did fuck women, I'd imagine it's you."

His cock keeps a bruising pace, slamming into your pussy as it fluttered repeatedly around him. Leon, deciding he wasn't deep enough, pressed both palms on the cushion beside you and fully bottoms out. "Even made sure they looked like you—but I couldn't find anyone with eyes like yours."

And then he holds one side of your face with his free hand, the other supporting his weight as he pile drives into you. "I've been waiting years to feel you come on my cock, _ _. And I'm not leaving until I feel it." The desperation in his voice made your stomach tighten, waves of unrelenting heat building up in your pussy.

Capturing your lips into a tangy kiss, the thick smell of sex in the air, tremors of ecstasy overtake your body. Now it made sense why he was fucking like a starved animal—because he was one.

And you were the food. Leon was taking years of pent up frustration out on you.

"I'm gonna-“

"I know," He cooes against your lips, thumb finding your poor clit. "Come for me. Come for me." He repeated it like a madman, like it was the only think you could think about right now. "Come for me-"

A violent shudder kicks off your climax, your release pulling an exhausted and worn out cry. "Leon-I'm-" Leon swallows down your screams, continuing his brutal pace, the crude sound of your juices gushing against his cock making you flush. Abs glossed from sweat, you notice them clench as Leon curses from above.

And the he's pulling out, finishing all over your tummy with a quiet call of your name. The creamy, milky substance has you licking your lips, trying to catch your breath, as his hand beautifully milks the rest of his orgasm from his angry red tip.

When Leon settles down from his high, you see the old Leon shine through. "I'll get you-baby wipes." He gulps, and slides on his boxers.

You try not to laugh. "They're in the cupboard right there." You point, and he finds them and returns quickly. Cleaning himself off of you, then kissing your knee, he then hands you your underwear. No man had ever provided aftercare like this after you slept together. Usually, they'd just leave, saying they have an early morning the next day.

But Leon was different. After pulling on your sweater, you aim to stand. "No. Come here."Confused, you blink, as he pulls you into his side, and holds you in your couch whilst still in the dark. He inhales sharply and pulls you into his naked chest, fingers weaving into your hair.

"Why.." You start, voice small. "Why did you lie to me that you don't remember me?"

His hand strokes your cheek, eyes soft beneath the dim lighting.

"I guess—it was easier than telling you that I jerked off to you literally everyday."

You couldn't help but laugh, and he's kissing you again, as he holds your body close to his. You didn't think you'd end your week like this, with the cop who saved your life years ago. You pull back, and smile up at him.

"Thank you for saving me, Officer Kennedy."

A smirk crosses his features.

"My pleasure, Miss _ _." Leon murmurs with affection, the degas his lips over yours, humming at your taste once again.

THE END.

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