this one was really fun to write with a mix of nora wleon pov uwu also last time i forgot to post a commissioned art because i'm a dummy, but i hope you guys still enjoy it now 🫶 i'll probably add it to chapter 15 later on
shoutout to @sammimi19 & @theebladestar for proofreading ✨
as usual i edited the art to add bruises and rain and sadness (always with artist permission) because or else it wouldn't be a misty commission
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The first thing Leon feels when he wakes up is his pounding headache. The second thing he feels is the rough fabric of the jeans pressed to his face. For the past few blurry days, all he’s been able to do is watch through the window, drink himself to a stupor, then sleep nuzzling the crotch of his pants she had tainted that no longer even smells like her.
Everyday, he goes through the same spiral. At first the hangover hurts and makes him want to board the first flight back to D.C. to end this all, but then the window calls out to him and he finds himself watching at his usual spot again. Any movement from the two occupants of the apartment across—whether the opening of a window by the girl or the appearance of the Spaniard downstairs—prompts him to start drinking as guilt settles in his gut. He hates that she's too scared to leave the apartment, but he also doesn't know what he would do if she did.
By the end of the day, all he can do to appease the ache in his heart, and his pants, is to get off in the shower before passing out as soon as his body hits the bed. The self-destructive routine is the reason the agent cannot tell his days apart anymore, all of them twisting and swirling into a bitter cocktail of torment. Only when he finds a voicemail from the American Embassy does he get jolted back into the reality of being a government asset.
“Mr. Kennedy, your appointment with Dr. Goldberg has been approved for tomorrow at 2 p.m. local time.”
He’d missed an important call by sleeping through the buzzing next to his pillow, and now he has to contact HQ to make up an excuse then book a flight to Madrid. He’s already dreading the therapy session like a plague, but he knows it's what he needs to do if he wants to keep Booth off his back.
By the next morning, he’s landing in the capital with a clean shaven face and dry cleaned clothes. A forest green turtleneck and dark jeans should make him look put together enough. The alarmingly dark under eyes and lingering hangover, not so much.
The appointment is set to take place at the embassy after meeting two CIA officers. They greet him with firm handshakes, the man and the woman familiar with him and his accomplishments before he even gets their names. They sit in a demure office and drink coffee while discussing the Spanish weather. No mention of the mission or even his exact job title is ever made explicit. After all, the existence of the ‘Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team’ is entirely classified, and the operation involving rescuing Ashley Graham remains top secret.
It’s another reason the way Nora happened to casually know about it broke his brain, and fuck—he’s thinking about her again when she should be completely out of his mind the moment he sets foot inside this building.
Focus, he berates himself.
Leon blinks away any thoughts of dark silky locks and aquiline noses to focus back on the mundane conversation at hand. Although, he’s too smart to let himself believe it to be mundane. It’s a subtle game of four dimensional chess to pick up on any hints of instability within him that could prove Booth’s worries. Thankfully, Leon holds out, or at least he likes to think he did by the time he must attend his appointment.
He’s led to a different room, an evil smaller office that feels suffocatingly confined when he knows this is where the true test begins. The man sitting behind the desk stands to greet him, his gray eyes that match his silver hair boring into the agent with curious intensity.
“Mr. Kennedy, I’m Dr. Harry Goldberg. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine.”
“This isn’t my usual place of work, so please excuse the minimal set up.”
Leon nods with a tight lipped smile then sits as relaxed as he can muster on the padded metal chair, placing his hands on his lap. He can feel the unspoken tension brought by the man who was instructed to evaluate him like a piece of potentially faulty merchandise. There is nothing human about the conversation they're about to have.
The doctor slides a pair of dainty glasses low on his nose, the thin golden chain connected to each temple hanging loose around his nape.
“I am told you’re here on vacation. I hope you're enjoying yourself,” he offers a small smile.
“So far it's been fine.” The lie rolls off so smoothly, the blond surprises himself.
“Good to hear… I believe you have just finished a classified mission in the general area, but chose to recover here rather than the U.S. Is there a particular reason why?”
Leon registers the words with calculating efficiency. Most of his work-ordained therapists are not briefed on the top secret operations he partakes in, but the ones at HQ eventually become more familiar with the common aspects of his job—battling BOWs for the most part. The middle aged man in front of him, however, appears to be the embassy's part-time psychologist. Someone the government assigned here to show they prioritize the mental well being of their employees. As if.
“I like Spanish weather,” he answers simply.
Dr. Goldberg raises an eyebrow before crossing his legs with a notepad propped on his thigh. “Mr. Kennedy, we do not have to keep this conversation strictly implicit. I may not know the details, but I can safely assume your mission took place here in Spain. Am I correct?”
The accusation catches Leon somewhat off guard, and he begins to wonder if this isn't some kind of test.
Booth, you son of a bitch.
He remains quiet, not speaking a word of the Tier 1 operation that must remain strictly under wraps as per the president’s orders. Actually, this is perfect. He doesn't have to say anything at all.
“This room is secure, I can assure you,” the doctor tries again to no avail.
All he receives in response is the same stoic face with the same bland statement.
“I like Spanish weather.”
With a sigh, Goldberg gives up. “I see. And what is it about this weather that you like, specifically?”
“It’s warmer.”
“Well, it's not currently warm.”
“No… It’s colder than usual. Drier too. Or at least that's what the news reports are saying, if my Spanish serves me right.” The agent puts on a purposely bored expression as he sinks further in his seat.
“And yet, you're here,” the other points out with a ghost of a knowing smirk. “Vacationing in cold, dry Spain.”
“Well, I guess I’m used to harsh temperatures anyways. Doesn't make a difference to me,” Leon shrugs.
Goldberg eyes him with assessing eyes for a moment, then writes something down on his notepad before deciding to change topics.
“How is your sleep?”
The agent’s gaze flickers to the pen in the other’s hand, trying to keep his fraying nerves outwardly calm. The moment the man figures out just how unstable he actually is, it's over for him.
“It’s okay. It takes me a while to get pulled under, but I can stay out for five hours on most nights if I take a Vistaril.”
He omits the fact he's been drinking himself to dreamland everyday.
“How often do you take it?”
“Usually a pill once or twice a week when I don't have a mission the next morning.”
“Only one?”
“Yep,” he pops the ‘p.’
Another reflective look from the doctor before he carries on. “Alright. What about appetite?”
“I’ve always eaten just fine.”
“Great,” Goldberg nods, jotting down some more, then pointedly eyeing the blond through his thin glasses. “Would you mind if I ask about your physical condition—libido. Do you notice any difference post-mission?”
God, the way they want to know every single detail down to the activity of his dick—it appalls him. But at least it's not as bad as his training days... He suppresses those thoughts as soon as they come forward.
He tilts his head, feigning contemplation with a look around the room. “Maybe a bit higher.”
“Anything that might impede your quality of life?”
“No. I just take longer showers.”
The graying man huffs out a low chuckle, nodding in approval before his expression turns serious again. “Any nightmares since the operation?”
Leon actually takes a moment to think this time. Since the mission, he has slept so little he can hardly recall a specific nightmare. With drinking, he's mostly out cold. But on sober nights, he experiences cold sweats if not for the hydroxyzine that helps calm his mind.
“I get nonsensical dreams sometimes and wake up with palpitations. But nothing specific.”
More scribbling, more scrutinizing stares, more questioning.
“Hm… Have you noticed yourself becoming more irritable or on edge?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“I can't say I have.”
“Are you still taking daily Zoloft?”
It's entirely useless.
“First thing in the morning.”
“Good, good… Now onto more serious matters.” Dr. Goldberg uncrosses his legs, straightening in his seat as if preparing himself for potentially dangerous answers. “Any thoughts of self-harm or suicidal ideation?”
If only Sherry wouldn't suffer the consequences.
“No.”
“Any thoughts of harming others?”
Luis…
“No, sir.”
“Any drug use or excess drinking?”
Until I see double.
“Nope.”
“Anything you would like to report before we conclude this session?”
I’ve become abnormally obsessed with a woman after I hurt her because she broke the very fabric of my reality, and now I don't know how to move on with my life without being near her.
“None that I can think of.”
The therapist finishes writing his notes, and with an exhale he lowers his frames to let them hang off the chain around his nape. Then, with a courteous smile, he offers a single nod.
“Alright, Mr. Kennedy. I will be seeing you next week. I hope the weather is warmer and more to your liking by then.”
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“So do we ever actually win the World Cup?”
“Luis… I already told you, I don't think it's good for me to keep telling you about the future. What if I create a massive butterfly effect and accidentally cause the apocalypse?”
The Spaniard rolls his eyes from his reclined spot on the sofa, scratching the itchiness under his cast with a wooden spoon. “I think that ship has already sailed by the fact I’m still alive, cariño.”
Nora huffs as she pushes his pyjama clad legs out of the way to make room for herself on the couch. As she sits, she contemplates his words and begrudgingly agrees. She indeed already meddled with the events that were supposed to take place, and although she will never regret saving Luis, it still makes her nervous to think the universe might punish her for interfering.
“If I tell you who wins the next one it’ll ruin the entire fun from watching it,” she protests futilely against the hard set man.
“No it won't. I’ll just know who to bet on to win big bucks! Do you know the final score at least? The more specific the better.”
“Papi, I was literally five during summer 2006…”
“Hey, don't call me that to make me go easy on you. Come on. Spill it.”
“For God’s sake…” she groans, letting the fight drain out of her. “Fine. Spain wins, but not in 2006, in 2010. And no, I don’t remember who scored, or how many goals, or who they were up against. You're lucky I even know this information at all.”
Luis stares at her with an awestruck face for so long she wonders if he went frozen, before he finally murmurs. “Oh, cariño… Good God, I could kiss you.” And then, he's sitting up abruptly, “Ven aquí.”
With his single functioning arm, he pulls her tight against his chest just to place a loud kiss on her head, making her scrunch her face into a petulant grimace.
“Ow!” she whines exaggeratedly, but all she gets is a wide grin in return.
“We actually win it! ¡No lo puedo creer! You’re not lying to me, right? You better not be lying to me… It would break my heart!”
“I wish I was if it meant I could breathe,” Nora responds muffled from her squished position.
“Ah, lo siento.” Luis finally releases her with a chuckle.
She gives him a mock glare that lacks any true contempt as she scratches the area he kissed on her scalp. She won’t admit it at the moment, but she finds it incredibly endearing that he asked her so many questions about the future, ranging from things about the game, to politics, to culture. The young woman truly got to have a taste of the scientist’s insatiable curiosity once the shock around his reality subsided.
Nora has also noticed the way he has grown even more affectionate, as if the fact she helped to save his life has made him cherish her more. It makes her day to day routine that much more bearable when he throws in a hug or a kind compliment to make her smile. Because the second he's not filling the void inside her, she's flooded with something else instead. Something scary and shameful that plagues her with blue eyes and sandy hair.
Since that fateful day where she quite literally held his life in her hands, it has been impossible not to spend every waking hour thinking of Leon. Of his pleading voice, his teary face, and his readiness to die at her command as if his life meant nothing so long as she was the one in charge of it. At first, his sin was so grave she found it easy to hold onto her grudges, but now she's not sure what to make of the situation anymore.
Whenever Luis is away, she holds onto the black cap the agent had forgotten on the kitchen counter and uses it as a placeholder for the unstable man. She talks to it, asks it why he hurt her, why he let her hurt him, and why he couldn't just leave and not come back. But the hat always remains silent, and her sanity frays a little bit more. Maybe she's just as unstable as him.
In the end, she knows she wishes she actually could talk to him, but the idea is so terrifying, she likes to pretend the number he left behind has been incinerated rather than meticulously hidden on a shelf. Specifically in Luis’s copy of Don Quixote, just to drive in the irony.
“Disculpa, cariño, I’m getting a call,” the Spaniard mutters beside her when his cellphone buzzes under him. He recognizes the number as one of his professional contacts and quickly moves to answer it.
Nora watches from her spot as he effortlessly switches into a business voice, the smooth sounds of Spanish rolling off his tongue a bit too fast for her untrained ears. She can only make out about half of what he’s saying—something about a laboratory—before the expression on his face turns into one of excitement. He keeps his tone calm even as his body thrums with barely contained energy, nodding fervently into his phone about whatever he's being told, until he ends a call with a cheerful ‘¡Venga!’
As soon as he puts the device down, he turns to Nora with the widest grin she has seen on his face yet. “I got it… I got a job offer, guapa!”
This time, she’s the one who hugs him so tight he makes an ‘oomph’ sound, her smile mirroring his. “Oh, my God, Luis! Congratulations! That was… surprisingly fast!”
He laughs, loud and bright as he pats her back. “I thought you said I was a prodigy. Don't tell me you doubted my skills?”
“Never. I’m just reminded once again that I’m indeed in 2004.”
Luis pulls back with another chuckle, giving her a sheepish look. “To be fair, I got luckier than most. Finding a job usually takes a bit longer than a couple weeks.”
She grins, then folds her legs against her chest and offers him her full attention. “So, what is it? Tell me everything!”
“Ah, it's nothing major… It's at this new environmental consulting lab in Maliaño. Basically they do tests for water quality, soil contamination, pathology analysis and all that super fun, not boring at all stuff.”
“So you’ll be one of the scientists doing these tests?”
He scratches the back of his head before answering, an abashed expression on his stubbled face. “Actually, I’ll sort of be a supervisor. Overseeing the other lab workers.”
“Oh, I see,” she drawls with a teasing lilt. “You’re the big bad boss scientist overseeing the teenie tiny worker scientists. Nice. When are you starting?”
“Tomorrow I need to go over there to sign the contract and get introduced to the team. I need to be there at 10.”
Nora nods, already planning to wake up early to make him breakfast for his first day. Cooking has always been her love language of choice.
“Is it a long commute to… what was it again? Malano?”
“Maliaño. And no, it's very close, like fifteen minutes by bus. So if you ever need me, I can be home in a jiffy.”
Her smile widens, relief evident on her features at his reassuring promise. There's a special kind of joy that floods her senses whenever in the company of the brunette before her, no matter what this cruel life seems to throw at her.
“I’m so proud of you, Luis,” she murmurs sincerely.
“I wouldn't be here without you, cariño,” he replies just as genuinely.
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The following day, Nora finds herself sitting in contemplation at the small kitchen table after her roommate’s departure. Her gaze is unfocused, her thoughts already adrift as they always tend to be the moment she's alone. But this time, her brain isn't replaying the same memories that keep her awake at night. Instead, it's whispering ideas in her ear she knows she should not be having.
It's been nearly two weeks since the American has stepped outside, and her legs—including her now healed ankle—are itching her to go out. She's not usually the type to mind staying home. In fact she has had many instances where she would remain a whole month cooped up inside, especially during the period of her unemployment. But this is different. She has a specific reason to want out.
With Luis doing so much for her everyday, Nora can't help but feel like a burden no matter his reassurances otherwise. He’s sharing his home, his food, and his kindness with someone who has only brought chaos into his life since the moment she's stepped into it.
So, due to her guilty conscience, the need to give back, if even a little bit, is a constant one in the girl’s mind. And, as pathetic as the idea may be, she settles on wanting to bake him a cake. Something small, but just special enough it brings a smile on his face and puts her degree into use for once.
That is the reason her eyes keep drifting to the front door, making a thousand calculations on whether or not this is a good idea. Luis would certainly not approve, but it's on him for not buying eggs the last time he was out, so he'll have to understand. It's a short trip to the Lupa store two blocks away, it shouldn't take her longer than twenty minutes to complete the entire ordeal and return home as if she never left.
All she has to do is put on her sneakers, grab the €20 bill off the counter he leaves her in case she wants takeout, then head outside straight for the store. Easy, fast, and simple. So long as someone doesn't show up. The man of her nightmares—and dreams—and the one person causing this entire unnecessarily complicated situation.
Nora buries her face in her hands, exhaling sharply into her palms as that familiar dread settles in her guts. Although, this time, there is an odd sense of anticipation creeping alongside it. She freezes as soon as she feels it—the inner, covert desire to encounter him out there, but she chastises the thought as soon as it comes. Seeing him again would bring her nothing but turmoil and danger, no matter how much her mind has been Pavloved through hours of fangirling into thinking he's safe.
An entire hour of debating with herself passes before she finally decides to go for it. Worst case scenario, he shows up and she screams at the top of her lungs in the frozen aisle. There is not much he can do in public anyway. Or at least that's what she hopes.
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With dragging feet and slumped shoulders from a long day in Madrid, Leon returns to Santander as soon as he's able to and enters his motel room with a weary sigh. Having to pretend to be okay is more exhausting than he remembers. But then again, he had never felt quite this bad about himself before, not even after Raccoon City where he was simply left hollowed. At least he had tried to be good back then. Now, he doesn't even fight himself before settling on the chair facing the window while he tears open a Snickers bar like it's a regular Tuesday.
He mindlessly takes a sticky bite of the sweet treat as he brings his binoculars to his eyes. Any more of this and he will grow a permanent ridge on his brow bone where the spyglasses indent his face. Not that he cares anyways.
The streets and the shallow park running between them are mildly busy, nothing out of the ordinary at noon on a weekday. It's drizzling, a fine rain filling the air with the faintest pitter patter on the pavement, and the gray sky makes the port city gloomier than usual—looks like the therapist’s wishes will remain unfulfilled.
From his seat, the agent can't tell if Luis is home or not because the bastard refuses to buy a car. So all he can do is wait until the Spaniard eventually comes out for a smoke, like the nicotine addict he is. It's ridiculous, really. Only morons still smoke in 2004.
Another large bite and he can feel the caramel stick to his teeth, the overly sweet chocolate making his cheeks fill out as he chews slowly, his focus still entirely on the life carrying on outside. Specifically on the gray building opposite him that looks even grayer with the current weather.
By this point Leon has come to know every occupant living inside. There's an old couple that always holds hands when walking, a single mother constantly struggling with her stroller, a business man forever talking on his Blackberry… None of them seem dangerous or suspicious enough for him to warrant his attention. So he doesn't even blink when they make their appearances, coming and going out of the building with umbrellas and trenchcoats.
He expects another one of them when the reflective glass doors open again, except this time it's a brunette in a ponytail and warm skin that comes out. His breathing stops for a full five seconds before he exhales, his cobalt eyes widening at the sight of Nora casually walking out onto the sidewalk in a wine red parka. He watches with a completely still body as she pulls the hood over her head, looks left and right, before beginning to stroll down the street.
What the fuck?
Where is she going? Why is she out alone? Where is that dumbass Luis? Why isn't he keeping her safe?
A flurry of questions floods through him as his grip trembles around the binoculars. He knew he couldn't trust that lying bastard with doing a good job, now she's walking out there to God knows where, outside, where anything could happen to her.
Fuck. He should go after her, watch over her and keep her safe. Someone could approach her and try to trick her, and she probably doesn't even speak Spanish to defend herself. Plus, the country has a severe lack of diversity up north, and with the terrorist attack that happened in March, some asshole could say some bigoted bullshit to her. He can't let that happen. He needs to keep an eye on her, and she doesn't even have to know it. He won't interfere unless strictly necessary. It's fine. There's nothing wrong with protecting the girl he l—
Leon doesn’t finish the thought. The word sitting at the back of his mind sends a wave of fire that spreads from his nape in a hot and cold sweat, covering his back in goosebumps that travel down skin all the way to his toes. It feels like an ice bucket was thrown in his face while he's simultaneously being doused with a flamethrower.
It's not real. Whatever that thought is, whatever his mind was about to conjure—it simply cannot be true. That's not how this works. He has felt affection and feelings for people before, strongly at times, and none of those instances happened within two weeks of a first meeting. Let alone a belting.
“Christ…” he mutters to himself in a broken whisper as he lowers the onlooking device shakily. He can see his own faint reflection in the window glass, the dullness of the overcast sky making him look even paler than he's already grown.
This is bad. This is so irrevocably bad. He needs to go back to D.C. and leave it all behind before he does something worse. But he doesn't even entertain the thought for a minute before he knows it's futile—he's not going anywhere.
With all of the training the agent was subjected to, all of the methods he learned to control his body into becoming a lethal weapon, he has never felt more powerless in his life. He has reached a point where he fears his own hands and he doesn't know what to do about it anymore, like a shackled man whose restraints are of his own making.
It's debilitating. Especially that void in his chest that eats at him every passing minute he isn't by her side. It calls to him, screams at him, and even begs him to move while he watches her figure get smaller and smaller down the San Fernando street. Until he feels a crack in his entrails, and he knows that staying put is the thing that will truly make him dangerous as his desperation consumes him alive.
With a shaky breath, Leon lets the spyglasses clatter to the floor before he darts towards the exit with a determined step.
Next chapter coming soon.
another mobile upload so please excuse ugly formatting and lack of dividers, will add those later!
summary . . . your work bestie is a 49 year old man who tries to stay “hip and cool” with “the youngsters”, and that’s just you dealing with his memes. part two, part three.
notes. literally just what the summary says 🫡 i did a banner because i was not gonna use a gif set for this but it looked clustered so i changed it. i’ll figure it out as i go what i do with smaus/texts n stuff 🤨
tags ──────── platonic, crack fic tbh, texts. leon is your annoying peepaw in this 😼
Summary: They sent Leon Kennedy to rescue the president’s daughter.
What they barely remembered to mention was the missing agent who got there first. By the time Leon arrives in the village, the infection has already spread too far. The locals move like something possessed, the forests feel alive in all the wrong ways, and every road deeper into the mountains seems stained with rot.
And somehow, in the middle of it all, Ashley Graham is still alive. Protected by a woman who looks half-dead herself.
Now, Leon is forced to place his trust in someone held together by infected stitches, adrenaline, and sheer refusal to let Ashley die.
Because the girl everyone assumed was already dead may be the only thing keeping the rest of them alive.
Hunting down rats in exchange for jewels, as it turns out, is far from the worst thing you and Leon will have to experience today. Where being reminded of your pasts falls on that list is hard to say.
(Cross-posted from Ao3)
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When he’d been given the mission briefing, Leon knew that he would be hunting rats of a kind. What he hadn’t foreseen was that he would be doing that task quite literally.
“I say we leave this out of the debrief,” he muttered as he looked down at the rat you had skewered with a throwing knife. You were careful not to touch the poor little bastard as you pushed it off the blade with your boot.
Your expression betrayed that you weren’t any more pleased about this task than he was. Still, the merchant outside had promised you both a gemstone for each rat you could bring him. If it didn’t mean ammunition - which Leon had double and then triple checked to make sure would work with your guns - then he would have considered this a waste of time. There were tasks to be tended to, after all. Ashley Graham was still out there, and so were your enemies. More enemies than he’d thought to find here, too. Enemies from another lifetime, it felt like.
Luis Serra plagued Leon’s mind, just as, he was sure, he’d plagued this town. Umbrella loved testing on living people, so who better than the denizens of an isolated village like this? The corporation may have gone under, but he knew now that he would never be rid of the people who had been a part of it all. Like rats, they would scurry and hide and spread their sickness wherever they could find a foothold.
But maybe he could catch one of those rats before it could do any more damage. That meant survival, which meant supplies in turn.
So, you wrapped the three rats you’d been able to dispatch in a cloth you’d scrounged. Then, you searched the dead. You were both just as careful not to touch them much, either. You still didn’t know what it was that had infected these people, after all, and you wouldn’t risk more exposure than you’d already had. You’d learned that protocol long ago. Some contact proved warranted, though. Leon found more of those gold coins in the pockets of the villagers you’d killed during your escape. Not much, but combined with the glittering blue gemstone stashed in a brick furnace? He thought the two of you to be a shitty sort of fortunate.
That fortune smiled on you both again when you used your remaining lockpicks to open up a drawer in the room where your gear had been held. Leon was more than a little surprised to see a golden domino mask staring up at the two of you. On its brow were three empty slots, like the gems that might have sat there once had been pried loose.
Slight confusion pinched his brows together at what something so opulent was doing there. With the situation you were both in now, though? That question was at the end of a very long line of things to ponder.
For your part, you were more focused on the here and now. So, you handed Leon the mask. “Here.”
“Wow, for me?”
“For the Merchant,” you glowered. “Unless you want to pioneer new headgear.” Another joke, even if it was a dry one. Leon would take it all the same, shaking his head as he accepted the mask.
“Not really my style. Not really the style of anything around here either.”
“Yeah, there’s about a hundred things here that don’t add up,” you frowned as you took up the evidence of a tiny bounty being fulfilled. “Still not sure why we’re alive, for one.”
“I’ve been having that thought for the last few years, honestly,” Leon mused, even if part of the answer was standing right in front of him. You, Valeria and the others, Krauser . . . you’d all given him the tools to stay alive. The strength. Still, all the training in the world, and he knew it could all go wrong in an instant. It very nearly had all gone wrong, and that left a hollow in his gut. You both should have been dead, by all rights. He wished he could take any comfort in the fact that you weren’t.
“You’re good, though? Nothing feels broken? Or . . .” he trailed off, because he didn’t want to voice what his true worry was, because you’d both been the captives of the infected. There was no way of knowing what transpired while you were both unconscious.
Some of that worry was assuaged when you shook your head. “My wrists just feel sore from the chains. Nothing internal, and I don’t feel sick.” Still, you gestured to the rats. “But we shouldn’t take chances.” Not when you didn’t know what caused whatever these people were sick with. Leon agreed with you one-hundred percent, there. “Do you feel . . ?”
“No, I’m fine,” he reassured you, mostly honest. “Just nursing one hell of a headache. Guess that’s what I get for getting us cornered,” he sighed, knowing damn well that it had been a bad move for both of you.
While you didn’t disagree, your expression softened a touch, and Leon felt the need to pinch himself. Maybe he was still dreaming after all. “It wasn’t just that. I was distracted. Saw Serra and . . . I lost my focus.”
You’d always had a talent for turning blame in on yourself. Leon could sympathize, though. And he could see that it wasn’t just his or yours to bear, this time. “I can’t say I was much better.” Because he’d seen someone alive and apparently uninfected, and even if it wasn’t the girl you were both looking for, he’d been relieved. Glad that someone was alive in all this mess. Now, he just felt doubly foolish for that.
“We’re both still unfocused,” you agreed, and Leon nodded in turn.
“Krauser would have had us running laps.” It slipped out before he could think too hard about the words, and he immediately regretted them when he watched your face darken. It was the same expression you’d worn two years ago, when you’d last discussed that name. After the man it belonged to had given Leon that warning about you and then disappeared. It wasn’t an expression of anger, or sharpness like you’d likely wanted it to be. No, what Leon saw in you then was nothing short of guilt.
I couldn’t help him, you’d said, your words like ice - cold but breakable. You shouldn’t have asked me to.
He hadn’t pressed for more, then, and he didn’t now. Not when the beginnings of humor and warmth he’d seen in you were so quickly shut away.
Leon understood.
After all, he’d learned to hide the pain of loss in the same way, over the years.
“Let’s get back to the Merchant,” you said, and he didn’t argue. He just fell into step at your side, feeling the emptiness of the space between you both once more.
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You hated that a name was still enough to shake you. The very man it belonged to would have admonished you for that. Called you weak or foolish. Those were kinder names than the ones he’d run you through with before the end, though. Kinder, but more than you deserved. And you bore each and every one of those names, the same way you bore the weight of his around your neck. That was your way. You carried it with you, always.
Even here, even now. Even as, in return for your pest and treasure hunting (and the weapons you’d looted off the villagers in the factory), you were presented with the rifle you were promised.
“Wish your enemies sweet dreams from afar . . . with a bullet straight through their heads!” Maybe this man wasn’t exactly right, with the amount of glee that sentence brought out of him.
Then again, you were in no place to judge.
You just took up the gun, inspecting the bolt action, the weight of it and the bullets already loaded inside. Everything was to your liking, and you found yourself glad, at least, that the crazy man with the guns was willing to share in his supply.
And you were all the more glad when the two of you found what was at the end of that mountain path.
Wind howled through the canyon before you both, carrying autumn leaves in its current. It was strong enough even that it rattled the sheet metal roofs of the shacks built into the cliff faces, as well as the wood and rope bridges that spanned the width of the chasm. They’d likely housed the people who’d worked in the factory, once. People that you spotted down the rifle’s scope, each of them milling about with axes, machetes and pitchforks. Like they were on the look-out.
You took it all in from atop a platform, hidden at least partially away from it all. “I count seven,” you reported, and Leon nodded.
“And there are probably more.”
“Probably.”
“We could back-track, see if we could find a way through that gate.”
You just shook your head. “If that gate isn’t open, then there’s a decent chance that Luis went this way.”
At that, Leon turned his attention away from the chasm in front of you both. He wasn’t quite frowning, but he didn’t look pleased, either. “I thought we agreed that Ashley was the priority.”
“You know there’s someone from Umbrella out there and you don’t want to bring him down?”
There was a bite to Leon’s tone as he answered. “I do. But I’m more concerned with the civilian that was taken out here against her will.”
“Either way, this looks like our way forward,” you eventually said, because you couldn’t stand the look in Leon’s eyes.
It didn’t soften much when he nodded. “Looks like it.”
“If they’re anywhere, it’s probably there or there,” you pointed first to the little shack to the left, and then to a larger one with a weather vane. The iron eagle atop it was whipping from side to side in the wind, pointing down the canyon. “And if they aren’t, then maybe we can at least find our way back to the village that way.”
“With any luck,” Leon nodded. Because you’d both been so lucky so far today.
Whatever your motivations, you had a path forward at least. One that you would walk. So, you unslung your new rifle from over your shoulder, handing it off to Leon instead. “I’ll go in. See if I can find anything. You stay here and keep me covered.”
Immediately, you could see something like conflict flicker across his expression. You silenced it before it could take full form.
“You’re the better shot.” At least, he had been, once.
A fact that he threw back at you all too quickly. “You know this from all the time you’ve spent competing with me these last few years?” Despite the sarcasm in his voice, he took the rifle anyway. In its place, he offered you the shotgun. Trusting you, just as he’d promised. “At least take this.”
You were self-sacrificial, yes, but not a complete idiot. There was still a job to do, one that would be easier with both you and Leon alive. So, you took the weapon and nodded before moving towards the edge of the platform.
Just before you stepped over the edge, Leon’s voice reached your ears, just as gently brutal to you as ever. “Stay safe.”
It took about a minute for those words to be lost to the wind and the sounds of dynamite exploding.
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Steady hands, steady breath, steady aim.
All easier said than done when the wind was whipping at Leon and villagers were literally pouring into the canyon from all sides. They were drawn by the sounds of complete and utter chaos, approaching from the walkways on high and climbing down to rush towards you.
Leon didn’t have many bullets. The wind was against him.
Still, he would keep them off of you. So, he adjusted his aim, kept himself steady, pulled the trigger-
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And the villager who’d been rushing towards you, blocking your path, was there one moment and down the next, her head little more than paste. The machete she’d been ready to swing at you fell to the rocky path at your feet, and you scooped it up immediately. You weren’t going to waste ammo if you could help it.
Not as you sprinted towards the biggest of the cabins and around its side, dodging an axe swing and kicking the villager who’d delivered it over the edge. He fell, screaming into the abyss, and you kept on running. Your newfound machete found a home in the chest of another attacker, stabbed straight through and left there as you made your way towards the other mouth of the canyon, hoping for a way forward.
Instead, you found more walkways leading not through the canyon but around it. Ladders that had been pulled up so you couldn’t reach them any longer, and you realized the rooftop you were on was as high as you would be able to go. Your only options now were down, past the weather vane over the edge, or the ladder that led into the house itself. No way back to the village that you could see, much less get to. And with the villagers themselves closing in . . .
“God damn it-”
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“What do you see?” Leon spoke into the radio the minute he heard your swear through comms, picking a target that was heading up the stairs to where you were now. The building you now stood on hid much from his view, but your words told him all he needed to know.
“There’s no way through,” came your reply, just as Leon spotted a man on a platform far above you. One holding an unlit stick of dynamite. It took half a second to adjust his aim, to set the man’s head in his sights. A millisecond more to pull the trigger. The man was knocked back just as he lit the fuse, but panic found its mark in Leon too as that stick of dynamite rolled and fell.
“Above you!” Leon called-
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And you looked up just in time to see death falling your way.
Chest tightening, a surge of energy made you rush forward, towards where that ladder led down into the house beneath you. A rush of air was prelude to the floorboards coming up to meet you. You rolled just as you heard the deafening boom of the explosion above you. Wood cracked and the structure shook, but you were shielded from the worst of it . . .
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And out of Leon's sight.
He couldn’t fully cover you from here. Not like this. So, firing twice more to take down the two closest to entering the house you were in, Leon leapt down from his perch. You could reprimand him later if you wanted, so long as you were alive to do it.
“I'm moving in,” he told you, hand to his earpiece-
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And you didn't bother to argue. Mostly because you'd found two new enemies in the house itself and were in the midst of dispatching one. No sign of the First Daughter, rogue agents or your ex-Umbrella quarry. Only people who were all too happy to try and end you.
So. from where you'd landed into a roll on the floor, you rolled once more to dodge a pitchfork. Its teeth stabbed into the wood where you had been, and you swung a leg out, knocking into the back of her knee. When she fell, you were quick to pull the trigger and with a crack in your ear-
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Another stick of dynamite went off, too close to Leon for comfort. Still, only debris rained down on him, all of his limbs still intact as he fought his way forward. The knife that you leant him scraped against cheaper steel and bit into infected flesh. He knew that some of the attackers he'd felled were rising again; he could hear those chittering noises that heralded a body reanimating. Still, with as many opponents as there were, there was little time to reach them again.
But he could reach you. It took a few moments, a few bloody exchanges, but soon enough, he was in front of that building you’d taken shelter in. He could hear the sound of your pistol going off inside, and as soon as a villager smashed in one of the glass windows, Leon was there. He stabbed the borrowed knife into the woman’s throat-
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And just like that, you weren’t alone.
Ever to the rescue, even when it wasn’t needed. Some part of you still bristled at Leon being in harm’s way on your account, but there was no point arguing it. You’d promised to trust him, after all. To remember that he was just as skilled as you were. If the chains in that factory basement hadn’t proved it, you had more than enough evidence now.
The surprise of the villagers descending on you was gone, and the growing pains of fighting side by side with someone were fading. So, even as villagers rushed Leon, even as harm came his way . . . you turned your focus towards your own opponents.
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Just as Leon did the same.
The fight was brutal, just as they always were. More dynamite shook the foundations of the shack you were in, chipping away at the walls. Still, you both fought on. And on. And on. Until, at last, a villager tossed a lit stick of that dynamite through one of the windows.
“Give me a goddamn break-”
You both moved the fight outside just in time, narrowly avoiding being reduced to pulp. Out of the frying pan . . .
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And into the fire.
Fire that, as your eyes caught on the rickety cable bridge that spanned the width of the canyon, you decided you could use against them. “Got an idea!” you shouted, firing your pistol into the crowd just to create enough space for movement. To make room for you both to run. “Get them to follow us!”
Leon’s eyes met yours for just a moment, burning a bright blue against the chaos. As ever, he surprised you with his ability to smile, even with the threat of death all around him. “Shouldn’t be a problem!”
With that, the two of you were tearing towards the cable bridge, the wind pummeling you both as you went. You reached into your pouch, fishing out a stick of dynamite of your own. “Feel confident you can pull off the same trick twice?” you asked, and Leon, once he glanced over your shoulder, gave you another smile as you ran.
“You just tell me when to shoot!”
Shouting from overhead drew your focus, and when you were halfway across the hanging bridge, you saw two more villagers coming down the winding paths towards you, ready to block your way.
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Two villagers that wouldn’t be there for long, if Leon could help it. While the two of you made your way across the bridge, he levied the rifle at one of the two attackers. A shot straight to the chest was enough to knock one of them down, red eyes flashing. He went still and Leon’s focus turned to the other man running his way.
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And while the two of you were forced to halt for just that brief moment, your own focus turned backwards.
The shotgun Leon had given you went off with a deafening boom, and the closest villager running up behind you both was torn to shreds.
Only for something else to take its place before you could get another shot off.
The animated body of a villager stumbled your way, moving impossibly fast for something so uncoordinated. The squealing chitters of whatever it was turning into grew louder as it scrambled for you, grabbing at your arm and your collar both. You pulled the trigger again, all but obliterating its torso . . . but still, it clung to you, even as it fell.
Even as you heard the sound of a fuse being lit overhead.
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Leon looked up just in time to see it, and a scythe coming towards him. On pure instinct, he brought the rifle in his hands to block the strike, bringing it down and around so he could slam the rifle’s stock into the man’s face. Bone crunched under the impact and then blood flecked over Leon’s arms as he turned the weapon back the right way, the rifle kicking into his shoulder as he fired it directly into the man’s head.
His eyes turned next to the man on the platform overlooking the chasm, the one who was now raising the dynamite. He fired . . .
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But too late, as you saw the dynamite plummet from on high, and then hit the bridge, bounce once, and then get wedged between the planks.
It would accomplish your plan . . . but you hadn’t intended to be on the bridge when it collapsed. There were half a dozen villagers on the bridge behind you now, each of them running forward without a care for the dynamite at their feet, driven by a singular violent goal. They were close enough to reach out for you. So, pushing the mutated body off of you, you all but shoved Leon forward. “Go!”
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His legs moved, crossing the remaining distance from the shifting planks to a more solid platform-
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Your grip tightened on the shotgun, your heart skipping a few beats as you followed-
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And with another crack that made his ears ring, the dynamite went off at last. The cables snapped, the tension was lost-
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And you just barely managed to plant your foot on the platform before the bridge gave way. You heard the shouts of the villagers behind you as they fell into the abyss . . . and you felt a hand close around the back collar of your shirt.
A weight you hadn’t been prepared for yanked you backwards. The chain around your neck was pulled into your throat, and your hands grasped for the now-broken cables . . . only for your fingertips to just brush the twisted metal. A sound of surprise escaped your parted lips, and as weightlessness took you, you saw blue eyes turning towards you in shock.
You barely got to experience the fall into nothingness before pain shot from your wounded arm. The hand at your collar slipped free, the woman it belonged to vanishing into the canyon below.
And you . . .
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You dangled over the edge, but he’d caught you.
He’d caught you.
For just that moment, Leon nearly couldn’t breathe as he lay there, one arm around the support post that the bridge had been held up by, his chest halfway over the edge of safety so he could hold on to you. So he could keep you from falling. And for that moment, as he stared down at you, breathing hard and taking in the shock of your expression, he wasn’t there.
No, he was six years younger, watching a woman in a red dress slip through his fingers.
It’s not worth it-
“I got you.” Leon hissed between clenched teeth. The bandages around your arm slipped, and his nostrils flared with the effort of holding on, but Leon didn’t let go.
Neither did you. Not when your own hand closed around his wrist in turn.
Then, with all the strength he hadn’t once had, he pulled you up.
“Come on,” Leon urged, even as you gritted your teeth, adjusting the hold you’d managed to keep on the shotgun with your free hand. You slung it over one shoulder, then you reached for the edge of the platform once he got you close enough.
You pulled yourself up beside him, the canyon now quiet but for the wind and the sound of your breathing - labored, but alive. You were alive. Still, Leon’s heart refused to steady, his grip on your wrist remaining tight.
It was foolish. He knew that. You were alive. Even Ada hadn’t died when she slipped from his grasp – he knew that now.
But still.
He had never been able to let go of that moment entirely. There was so much he had and always would hold onto.
You had that in common.
Maybe that was why your protests, when he moved to fix your now-askew bandages, were half-hearted. “I don’t need-“
“Just let me.”
Even if it was through the layers of your own dimming emotions, as you sat there at his side in this hard-won calm, something in your expression shifted. So, rather than fight this time, you relented. All the while, Leon used the familiar motions to calm himself. When he was a bit more centered, he looked up at you. “You good?”
You glanced over the edge of the platform, but nodded in turn as well. “I’m fine.” When your eyes returned to Leon’s own, he felt like he so often did with you; like all the armor he’d spent years crafting was suddenly gone. You hesitated for a moment, but eventually, you asked him in return: “Are you?”
The question wedged itself into his mind - simple in theory, if not for the weight of everything attached to it.
But you knew his past well enough to know when it might come back to shake him, didn’t you? You understood that feeling.
Nothing made that clearer than the glint of the dog tags that had fallen now on the outside of your shirt. Two would have your name on them, standard issue. One, Leon knew, held the name of your Captain, one of the earliest and heaviest losses you carried. And the fourth? One that Leon hadn’t seen before?
He didn’t have to guess whose name that fourth tag bore.
He wouldn’t comment on it. Not now. Not even as the sight made something in his stomach twist. Nor did he acknowledge the way he felt strange, having you show him such concern.
You, who knew his story well enough to know what haunted him.
You, who decided it was worrisome enough to ask.
You, who’d told him that you didn’t want to care because it was easier that way.
He didn’t think too hard about any of those things. Not now. Instead, he just nodded, letting go of your arm at last. “Yeah, I’m good.”
You studied him for a moment too long, but you decided not to call him out either. Instead, predictably, you just got to your feet and started moving.
It was all either of you could do, he supposed.
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The fight and your near-death ended up having some merit after all. Even if your quarry wasn’t there, even if you’d found no clues about the President’s daughter and no sign of the men you were hunting, you did find some things of use. More gold, looted from the bodies and the buildings, supplies and, best of all, a way forward. Nestled under the weather vane, Leon had spotted a hexagonal emblem, one with an eagle engraving on it that perfectly matched the gate you’d passed.
So, you hauled it back towards the Merchant’s stall. All the way back, you hoped that Leon hadn’t been observant enough to see the fourth tag that you wore.
Even if that was likely a fool’s hope.
You’d tucked the chain and the tags hanging from it back away, glad at least that your struggle with the villagers hadn’t broken it. Glad that Leon, if he had seen it, had been merciful enough not to bring it up.
Mercy that you hadn’t extended to him with his own ghosts. You hadn’t mentioned Ada - hadn’t needed to - but as you returned to relative safety, your eyes caught on the handle of his damaged knife. You knew its story too - the one that had been given to him the night his old life ended. The last piece he clung to of a man he should have known better.
You’d admonished him for not leaving it behind; for carrying around something needlessly. Like a hypocrite.
And you didn’t need the weight of that clinging to you. Not along with everything else.
So, before you slotted the strange emblem into its spot on the gate, you returned to the hooded man.
“Welcome back, stranger! How did you like the new rifle?”
“It did its job,” you nodded, glancing back at Leon for confirmation.
He nodded, adjusting its strap where it rested over his shoulder. “Not bad. A little slow to fire, but it packs a punch.”
Like Leon had said a trigger word, the Merchant’s eyes lit up. “Ah, well, if you want that seen to, I would be happy to tune up your kit. For the right price, of course.”
That was what you’d been counting on. So, you stepped forward. “You can fix things up?”
Again, you were sure the man was smiling under that bandana. “I can make your gear sing, mate.”
This was stupid. A waste of resources that could probably go elsewhere.
But still . . . you found yourself speaking the words. “How much to repair a knife?”
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A/N: Sarge's love language really is just "let me make it easier for you to win in a knife fight" and I love that for y'all.
And you know I had to tease our little lost loves there real quick 😁 Also I'm sorry for the Luis slander, they just don't know him well yet 😭
leon never says anything right away, always taking time to observe before reacting.
he watches the way you disappear into the bathroom before dates. the faint click of your makeup compacts, the hiss of the hairspray, the soft music you play while getting ready. by the time you step out, you’re smiling at him like it didn’t take you an hour deciding between two identical outfits.
but he notices.
notices the way your lipstick matches the blush on your cheeks. the special occasion earrings you wear only on dates. the perfume that lingers on his jackets, which change depending on the season (he likes the floral one best).
and, of course, the questions you always ask.
“does this look okay?
“is this shirt too bright?...or not bright enough?”
“will these heels match your shoes?”
leon thought it was ridiculous at first. as if there could ever be a version of you he wouldn’t look at like you hung the stars yourself.
it finally clicked one day while he was waiting outside your apartment. you were running late which was a rare occasion. when you finally appeared in front of him, you had an embarrassed smile while apologizing about redoing your makeup.
that night at dinner, he caught himself staring. you looked gorgeous, you always did. but he saw how clean your eyeliner was, how smooth your cheeks were, and how kissable your lips looked despite the plate of pasta you devoured.
the thought of you taking the time and effort to be so beautiful, just for him? that settled in his chest and followed him home.
the next morning, rather than just putting on the first shirt he sees, he pauses. his hand lingers over an old, loose academy shirt before reaching for a black fitted one instead. he remembers the way you gawked at him the first time he wore it, the memory making him chuckle.
he spends more time fixing his hair, but grows frustrated that it doesn’t move with his fingers dipped in water. that afternoon, he bought a new hair serum. one of the best, at least, that’s what the sales lady said.
he starts using moisturizer before bed and sunscreen in the morning.
he’s more generous with the cologne that made you bury your face in his neck for a second longer than usual.
even his workouts change. he still trains because he has to, but maybe he adds one more set. maybe he holds the plank a little longer. maaaaybe he does pushups before he comes to see you. you don’t seem to mind when the sleeves of his shirts began to fit tighter around his arms than they used to.
leon thought it was only fair, and he doesn’t mention any of it.
it wasn’t until one evening when you’re standing behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist while he’s washing dishes. your fingers squeezed the taut muscle of his abdomen.
“have you been working out more?”
leon glances over his shoulder, pretending to think about it. “...maybe.”
“maybe?” you giggle, feeling his arms. “your shirts didn’t used to fit like this.”
he dries his hands before turning around to face you. he leans against the counter, pulling you close.
“you spend a lot of time getting pretty before you see me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “figured I should put in some work too.”
you blinked. “for me?”
he could feel his ears heating up. “didn’t seem right letting you be the only one trying.”
the look on your face (and the kisses you smothered him in) made everything worth it.
BONUS
chris stared at leon from the bathroom doorway, watching as he dripped something onto his hand before combing his fingers through his hair.
“is that…hair oil?
leon didn’t even look up. “hair serum,” he corrected.
“alright, pretty boy, what’s next? face masks? cucumber slices over your eyes?”
“why? you wanna do some? I’ve got a few,” leon said, holding up a variety of sheet masks.
chris blinked. “...why do you have so many?”
“they’re moisturizing,” he shrugged. “my girl took all the brightening ones.”
leon said it so casually that chris had to stare at him for a second before breaking into a grin. leon gave him an annoyed look through the mirror. “what?” he scoffed.
“hair serum. moisturizer. lip balm,” chris pointed at the lineup on the bathroom counter. all the bottles were on a rotating caddy, courtesy of you, of course. he plucked a bottle from the shelf, squinting at the label. “cuticle oil? since when do you care about your cuticles?”
“since someone told me to take better care of my hands,” leon snatched the bottle away from him.
chris barked out a laugh. “ain’t no way.”
“you don’t have room to talk,” leon said, organizing his caddy.
chris frowned. “what does that mean?”
leon turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. he eyed chris up and down.
“my hair’s healthier. my hands are softer,” he smirked. “and I dress better than you.”
chris looked at himself in the mirror. “this shirt’s fine,” he said firmly.
“shirt from ten years ago?”
“it’s cotton.”
leon chuckled beneath his breath.
“you know…jill might like it if you put in a little effort.”
that caught chris’s attention. “...you think so?”
“yeah,” leon shrugged. “my girl gives me something to look at, I might as well do the same.”
chris rubbed the back of his neck. “pass me the serum,” he said.
Summary: After finally admitting your feelings for one another, Leon does everything to suppress his burning want for you. You do the same, trying to get him out of your head, fearing for your position at the DSO. Until the day comes when Leon can't hold back anymore, and he's finally ready to show you how much you mean to him.
Warnings/notes: Explicit content, 18+, MDNI, Leon making love to you, soft dom Leon, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, slight breeding kink, aftercare (Leon is sweet and attentive), fluff, age difference, older Leon, protective Leon, jealous Leon, no use of y/n, author's first language isn't English
Several days have passed since you came back from Raccoon City. No additional civilians were found and nothing else dramatic had happened. A sign for Chris to call off the mission and to let everyone return to the DSO facility.
The journey back had been quiet, both Leon and you keeping a low profile to not confirm any further suspicions. As much as the two of you were drawn to each other, you had acted like nothing had changed. Polite and direct, like you’re just partners who are well attuned to each other. Just how everyone knows you to be. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But damn, did you have a hard time acting like Leon hadn't become the center of your world... How much you were yearning for him to kiss you, to run your fingers through his soft hair, to push yourself against his strong body…
If you thought you were having a hard time during the car ride back, Leon was practically dying compared to you. Not just because of the lack of proximity. But because of Jason’s presence.
Don’t get him wrong. He wants nothing more than to be alone with you. The abrupt interruption last night was just plain cruel. He couldn’t blame you for it though. If he is to have you, he wants to do it properly. Not against the wall on a freezing balcony like it's an ordinary hook up. You deserve so much better for your first time together. And well, he has to be honest with himself… Chris and Jason would have definitely noticed if you’d gone any further last night. Because when Leon goes inside of you for the first time, he’s not gonna be quiet about it.
He was driving the car again, Chris next to him, you and Jason in the back. He occasionally checked up on you in the rearview mirror. His knuckles white from grabbing the steering wheel too tightly, betraying the rage and irritation building up inside of him.
You were too close to Jason. Way too fucking close for his liking. His jaw tightened whenever the boy would look in your direction, the image of him reaching for your neck still fresh in his mind.
But the younger man knew when he had lost, backing off immediately once he saw the murderous look in Leon’s eyes. He swallows thickly, averting his gaze back outside the car window. Being the younger man out of the party, he’d thought that by confronting Leon, he’d teach him a lesson or two. Turns out you should never underestimate the power of a man, when you threaten the woman he loves.
Maybe it’s also for that reason, he hasn’t told anyone about Leon and you at the DSO. Probably out of fear for his own life.
Chris on the other hand, is someone you can trust. Having had quite the history with Leon back in the day during different kinds of missions, he turns a blind eye. Acts like he doesn't know, just as long as you'd stop this thing that’s going on between you two.
All easy said and done until the first night came up. On a normal night you’d see each other at the conservatory, chatting about your day, eating snacks or doing crossword puzzles. Almost every night, like it was an unspoken agreement between you two.
This new rule of Chris prevented you from doing that. So that night, for the first time in a long time, you sat alone in your room, missing his presence. And the night after that. And the night after that… It didn't get any better during the day. A few stolen glances, polite and friendly chatter about work like colleagues are supposed to do… Almost like nothing had happened back on that balcony in Raccoon City. Like he hadn’t kissed you with so much love and tenderness... He would have taken you right then and there.
Until the next day, when you received a written note from Leon. He had seen you standing in the shooting range, training the rookies. Your hair once again braided to keep it out of your face. You stood there with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes intently on the younger man closest to your right. A boy probably around twenty years old, blond curly hair, green eyes, a pair of glasses adorning his nose. He has to push them up every so often, preventing them from sliding down.
You were looking over his stance, observing his shooting, bullet after bullet. Only to miss the bullseye every single time. You had stepped up, your hand on his shoulder, stopping him. You had told him his aim was off, that his posture needed slight fixing, that his footing wasn’t right. When all of that was fixed, you told him to control his breathing. To not rush it, that practice takes time.
The first shot he fired after that was a straight hit. The rookie had looked at you with wide eyes, a few bewildered looks from the other men down the range. Almost in disbelief that a woman was teaching them the knows and hows of how to become a good shooter.
Leon had found it immensely attractive. You, his girl, ruling over the younger men like you had them in the palm of your hand.
Seeing the practical gear secured tightly around your torso and your perfect round behind in those black combat trousers that do nothing to hide your figure… It was the very reason he had to palm his crotch to prevent his growing erection from getting any worse.
It was the final push he needed to throw all protocol aside. He had to feel you, to see you, to hear you, to smell you. He needed you. Which is why, when you were rearranging a couple guns, he had slipped the small note into your hand when no one was looking. His burning touch left its mark, sending goosebumps across your whole body. When he walked out of the room he threw you a quick wink with a look full of certainty, of longing.
Opening up the note sometime later in one of the toilet cubicles, you read his words slowly, one by one.
‘We can make this work. Meet me at the conservatory tonight at eight. – Leon’
It may sound stupid, but you had ripped the note in several pieces before flushing it down the toilet, leaving no evidence behind. Something inside of you was just too scared to fuck this up. To accidentally leave a crumb behind so people would notice what’s going between you two. And if it were to fall into the wrong hands… Well, you would already be packing your bags even before you got to explain yourself.
So that’s where you are now, getting ready in your room. You've just gotten out of the shower, your hair still a little damp, neatly woven into your signature braid. A few hairs have come loose, framing your face. After you've put your pajamas on, just a plain black T-shirt with some grey shorts, you apply a bit of lotion on your arms and legs. It makes your skin smell like a fresh rose garden on a spring morning.
You doubt whether or not you should apply a bit of make-up. Eventually deciding not to since you've never worn it around him in the first place. Is this even a date? Surely he would find it weird to see you with mascara all of a sudden, right? Or would he think you to be plain without it? Well… He did have to refrain himself from fucking you just a few nights ago... And you weren’t wearing any make-up back then. Seems clear enough. It makes your eyes sting after a while anyway.
So now at 7.55 PM, all clean and fresh, you lock the door of your room behind you. Putting the key in your pocket, you make way for the elevator at the far end of the hallway. Pushing the button eight, the highest floor, you wait patiently for the doors to close. Once you go up, you can feel the nerves starting to build, your mind spiraling with different questions and concerns.
Does he have anything planned? Should you have brought something with you? Maybe it’s nothing and he just wants to have a talk with you. Or is he considering this to be a date? He hasn’t asked you to dress nicely though... What if he tells you what happened in Raccoon City was a mistake? That he simply let himself get carried away and doesn’t love you like he said he does? That would be embarrassing. You don’t think you’d ever recover from that. But then again, maybe you’re just overthinking things. Only one way to find out.
Hearing the sound of the beeping elevator, you look away from your fidgeting fingers when the doors open. The familiar hallway looks longer than usual, your footsteps heavy as you make your way towards the closed door at the far end of it. When the elevator closes, you're engulfed in silence. You look behind you, left and right, even towards the ceiling to see if there are any hidden cameras. Anything to prevent yourself from getting caught and to make sure you’re truly alone.
With the door now right in front of you, you reach for the handle. Taking a look at your hand, you catch yourself slightly trembling. Noticing your sweaty palm, you wipe it first on the side of your shorts. You clench your fist, closing your eyes while taking in a deep breath.
Fuck, woman. Man up.
You have faced countless situations more horrifying than this one. And for some reason, this would still be somewhere at the top of your ‘most stressful moments’ list.
Willing your hand to stop shaking, you open your eyes and reach for the handle once again.
When you push the door open, you’re met with one of the most adorable sights you have ever seen. Your nervousness clears up, replaced by an incredible fondness.
Your eyes fall upon Leon, hunched over, wearing his usual sleeping wear. A white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. At least ten candles are scattered across the room that, once lit, give the old conservatory a warm, soft glow. In the middle you see a makeshift bed on the ground, a large air mattress with several pillows on it. A bowl of salt and pepper flavored crisps stands next to it, together with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
Your eyes fall on the wall of windows behind him. A perfect viewpoint to look down at the buildings below. The several little lights of the city create a magical feeling. Together with the soft candle light, it almost looks ethereal.
His gaze turns towards the door when he hears you enter. Turning off the lighter, he gets back up from kindling the last candle. The soft glow of the room gives away the slight blush that’s starting to form on his cheeks. A sign that he seems just as nervous about this as you are.
Putting the lighter down on the nearest desk, he looks at you with a hopeful expression. Like he’s scared you’re not going to like what he has prepared for you. But even through the nervousness, you can see the spark of happiness forming in his eyes when he realizes you have come.
He has made the room look so beautiful, so romantic… So intimate. For a middle aged man, who you thought would be anything but romantic, he has definitely gone above and beyond to impress you. No one has ever done something like that for you before. In your past relationship, you had to be content with a small hug or a kiss at the end of the day when he was feeling generous. But with Leon you finally see the difference.
Gone is all the doubt and worrying from before, your heart now only filled with utter happiness and love.
“Leon…” You say utterly speechless.
“You like it?” His hand goes towards the back of his neck, scratching the skin there. You hear the slight tremble in his voice when he continues. “I uh… Thought it would be nice to have a moment to ourselves after everything that’s happened, you know. Figured, I might as well make it comfortable for you.”
He’s nervous. Oh so incredibly nervous. And you can tell.
He has never done this before. Has never even felt the need to impress someone. To make that person like him. To rearrange a whole room for them to make it look like it’s the most romantic place in the world. He has never felt the need to do all the typical relationship stuff. He used to not even want a relationship at all. Seeing that typical lovey-dovey with other people... He had rolled his eyes and thought it to be annoying.
But with you? Fuck, he wants all of that. You turn him into someone he never thought he could be. You make him happy, make him feel relaxed, make him forget all the trauma he’s been through. He always looks forward to the end of the day because he knows he’ll get to spend the evening with you.
At forty-nine years old he thought he had grown immune to all the female attraction. That no one could ever bring him to his knees and have him whipped. But then he saw you walk into the DSO facility on your first day. You had looked curious, lips parted in anticipation. Very inexperienced still but with so much motivation to train. And once you got the hang of everything, when you started to surpass the other male rookies, he knew he was done for.
He wants nothing more than this night to go well.
The amount of times he doubted whether or not he should light any candles tonight. Whether or not he should bring the air mattress instead of inviting you to the couch where you always sat. Whether or not he should have dressed nicer instead of his ordinary sweatpants. Whether or not all of this is going to be too much for you. What if you were going to run once you entered the room? Or worse, what if you didn’t show up? What if you had decided he wasn’t worth taking the risk?
But seeing you here now, so perfectly beautiful in your cute little pajamas with the biggest smile on your face. Well it takes all his doubt away in an instant.
Taking a step closer, you reach for the hand at the back of his neck. Grasping it into your own, you slowly caress it before giving him the most meaningful smile.
“I love it. Leon, it’s beautiful. I just never expected you to do stuff like this.” Never expected but definitely hoped he would.
“Is it too much?” He says with a slight nervousness in his voice while holding your gaze. You quickly shake your head.
“No, it’s perfect. Thank you Leon. This really means a lot.” Your voice cracks saying the last few words, a couple of tears pooling in your eyes. Tears of happiness.
Your reaction makes him feel warm inside. He’s quick to reach behind you for the door, closing it and twisting the key. Once locked, he puts the key back into his pocket. Taking a large step towards you again, he reaches for your face, holding it in both of his hands. He wipes away the few tears that fell, continuing to caress your cheeks.
“So we’re able to lock this door now?” You ask him sheepishly.
He chuckles before replying. “I don’t want anyone interrupting us again like last time.”
You hum. “I see.”
Throwing a quick look towards the closed door again, his expression becomes a bit more serious. “Did anyone see you come here?”
He locks eyes with you, his stare intense but full of tenderness, moving one hand from your face towards your waist. He pulls you closer to him without realizing it. Almost like it’s his instinct to protect you from anything and everything at all times. To keep you close to him to ease his worrying.
You shake your head. "Nobody saw me. I even checked for security cameras when I came up here, but there are none.”
He nods at hearing your words. “There are none in this hallway, correct. Makes it easier for us to come here.”
“Indeed.”
A comfortable silence falls over you, the only sound being your soft breathing as you see him swallow before speaking.
“How are you holding up? You know, after what happened at Raccoon City.”
“I’m good as expected, I guess. Sometimes I wake up at night… I see the little girl’s face again, and I don’t sleep for another hour. I figure it’s gonna take a while before I can have peace with it, before it settles…” You tell him. He nods at your words, still feeling frustrated with himself that you have to carry this burden alone. He sighs.
“I’ve missed you.” He strokes your head now, your braid falling through his fingers. “I’ve missed you so god damn much.” He whispers like it’s a secret. Like he’s too embarrassed to admit it even to himself. Your heart flutters, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve missed you more.” You say in return.
He chuckles before slightly shaking his head, a soft smile adorning his face. “I don’t think that’s possible sweetheart.”
You feel like your heart could burst from the way he’s looking at you. His blue eyes shining in the soft candle light, filled with so much love and adoration. He presses you involuntarily closer to him. You put your hands against his chest while he cages you in his embrace. The smell of clean linen and soap fills your nostrils as you take in his scent.
You’re incredibly close now, closer than you had been in days. Just like you were back on that balcony… You feel his hand against the back of your neck, the other sliding towards your lower back. He tilts your head to the side before leaning in towards your neck.
You gasp at the sensation of his lips touching you, eyes fluttering closed. He peppers your skin with agonizingly slow kisses. Your grip tightens on his T-shirt, goosebumps going down your spine when you feel his hot breath on your ear.
You whimper his name, a soft breath leaving your mouth, sending his mind into a frenzy. He makes eye contact with you again. You see his gaze falling towards your lips for a split second before looking back up at you, his eyes pleading, longing. Asking for permission.
You grant it, leaning closer so your noses are touching. It’s all the confirmation he needs.
Placing his thumb underneath your jaw, he moves your head slightly backwards. Putting you in the best angle possible. He closes his eyes and puts his mouth onto yours. Slowly, carefully, without any pressure. Nothing more than a soft peck. Like he’s checking the waters first to see how you’ll react.
You deepen the kiss, showing him that you want this just as much. Your lips mold against his in a soft tantalizing kiss, making you forget about the world outside, about the problems you might face if you were caught. You forget about the reprimanding looks Chris gives you ever since Raccoon City. Reminding you that this thing between Leon and you should never happen. That it’s forbidden.
When he withdraws, you feel the sparks leave your body, making you whine. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent. He looks so vulnerable like this, breathing ragged, heart pounding and desperate for you.
As much as you want this to go further, you don’t dare take the first step. But god, you want to feel him against you. To caress his strong naked chest, worship his body like he deserves. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how perfect he is, how much you love him.
He withdraws after a few seconds, giving your nose a small peck before clearing his throat.
“Come. Sit with me.”
He gestures you over towards the air mattress, his hand on your back, making sure you don’t hit a candle on the way. The texture feels soft and warm underneath you when you sit down. A blanket, large enough for the two of you, is neatly folded at the end of the mattress, ready to be used if you were to get cold.
When you look around, your eyes fall onto something you hadn’t noticed when you walked in. In the middle of the mattress lies a new book full of crossword puzzles, neatly placed with two pens on it. You grasp it, quickly skipping through the pages. You notice that every page is still clear, ready to be written on. Which means he must have gotten it very recently.
“You bought this?”
He nods before sitting down next to you, the mattress softly giving away under his weight. “I did. Figured we needed a new book to start on, since we plow through them like crazy.”
He moves up the mattress before leaning against the wall of pillows he had built. Opening his legs, he pats his lap, motioning for you to join him. “C’mere.”
He looks so inviting, so warm and cozy. How could you say no to that?
You crawl towards him, turning around once you reach his legs, nestling yourself between them. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing you flush against his chest. He hums in approval, feeling your warm body against him. His nose brushes your temple, breathing in your scent and giving you the softest kisses there. Resting your head against his shoulder you finally feel at ease. Reaching for the book again, you flip it open, skipping the intro and looking at the first puzzle on page four. Twenty sentences listed, all of them needing an answer.
“You ready? I say whoever gets most of them right wins.” You grin.
He chuckles at your words. “Is that so? And what does the winner get, huh?”
You think for a moment, contemplating on giving the winner a kiss. But you’ve already done that. Not that you would complain doing that again but it doesn’t really feel like an original price anymore.
“I don’t know honestly. The winner gets to decide.”
There’s a devilish look in his eyes, one corner of his mouth turning slightly upwards in a smirk, ready for the challenge. “Oh baby, you’re on.”
You giggle, quickly reaching for a pen before looking over the first question.
At least thirty minutes pass of you staring at the page, the questions harder than usual. Leon has really outdone himself to keep the both of you entertained. A little too well. You’ve answered seven of them correctly, Leon already ten. If he gets one more right, he wins.
Both of you occasionally sip on your glass of wine and eat a piece of crisps. You flick the pen against your thigh in anticipation, a little irritated the answers don’t come as swiftly as they used to. Maybe his presence against your back has got something to do with that.
You feel the low rumble of his laugh against your back. “Seems like you’re losing, sweetheart.”
He’s right. There were three riddles left. Even if you got all of them right, you still wouldn’t be able to win. But that doesn't mean you’re giving up.
“You still haven’t won Kennedy. It can still be a tie.”
He hums against your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin, preventing the goosebumps from going away. “Hmm, is that so?”
You lean your head forward, away from his shoulder and distracting touch. “Oh most definitely. Watch me.”
Your eyes focus a little better on the three remaining riddles. Your competitive side takes the lead as you rack your brain for a possible answer.
‘What is another word for hypothesis?’
The word requires ten letters. ‘Definition’? No that’s not it. It has to start with an A or else your other answer for riddle nr. 5 doesn’t work anymore. What could it be? What word that starts with an A is a synonym for hypothesis? You have to get this. Your honor depends on it.
You suddenly feel Leon taking hold of your braid. He lets it slide through his hand, starting from the top. He goes down slowly, feeling every twist, every curve of your hair, before reaching the elastic that’s holding everything together. You feel him pulling it down gently, careful to not pull out any of your hair.
When the elastic finally comes off, he throws it to the side where it hits the ground. With both of his hands on your hair again, he begins to unbraid it. The action feels intimate, pure and comforting. It disarms you, taking your mind off the riddle you so desperately need to get right. But you can’t think anymore, can’t even move when his fingers intertwine with the strands of your hair, loosening it bit by bit.
You blink, taking in a deep breath as you try to take your mind of what he’s doing behind you. That’s what he’s after right? To throw you off balance so you wouldn’t be able to win? Fuck, you can’t let that happen. You’ve got to be stronger than that.
Forcing yourself out of your stupor, you focus again on the task at hand. A synonym for ‘hypothesis’, right. Something that starts with an A…
He has completely undone your braid now. A soft breath leaves you when you feel his fingers slowly comb through your locks. “So beautiful.” He whispers. His words alone make your eyes fall closed. You place your hand on top of his thigh to steady yourself while you feel his hands reaching higher, to the top of your head. He massages your scalp there. You gasp at the sensation, letting his fingers do wonders. He moves one hand towards your shoulder, trying to push you back against him.
“T-The answer, it’s…” You manage to get out, fighting against his advances, but it’s almost futile.
Lying down against his chest again, you do everything you can to wrap your mind around the riddle. But then you feel his lips against your temple, kissing you softly, then towards your ear.
“The answer is what, huh love?”
You part your lips, ready to give him a witty response. But then he moves his hands slightly lower down your body. From your shoulders all the way down your bare arms, making the tiny hairs stand up again. You forget what you were about to say. He caresses you, his fingers barely touching your skin, leaving a burning need in its wake.
You’re completely at his mercy when he lowers his hands even further. Placed on your waist, he starts to slowly caress you through the shirt, drawing small circles with his thumb. After a few seconds he starts to become a little bit more bold. Moving with a flat palm over your stomach while the other grabs your hip. He pushes you harder against him, his gesture possessive, claiming. A whimper escapes when you feel his arousal against your lower back. Not that he’s fully hard yet, but it’s still noticeable.
He hisses at the contact, pushing himself more against you if that’s even possible. He wants you so badly, his desire flying through the roof. But he needs to take it slow. This is your first time with him. Surely he doesn’t want you to feel like you're just a one night stand. He wants to worship you, show you how much you mean to him. How beautiful you are to him. How much he loves you…
He wants to please you. Give you the best intimacy you’ve ever had and pour all his feelings into it. A dark part of him wants to do more than that. He wants you under him, naked, begging for him. He wants to claim you and ruin you for anyone else. He wants to show you who you belong to.
“Want me to answer it for you, sweetheart?” He whispers hotly in your ear.
You shake your head, mumbling a weak ‘no’, but it’s no use. You’re under his spell. There’s nothing that can help you win the bet right now. A low, dark laugh comes from his chest. “I don’t think you have it in you, baby. Let me help you.”
He reaches for the pen at your side, clicking the top of it and reaching for the book, towards the boxes that require the correct answer. Meanwhile his other hand moves towards the top of your stomach again, lower this time, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He’s teasing you, feeling around the rim. He leaves a tantalizing kiss against your ear, his fingers slipping slowly underneath the fabric. He stops at your underwear, not venturing further just yet. You gasp at his bold action, not knowing whether this is reality or a wonderful dream. After months of yearning, he’s finally touching you the way you have desired for so long.
“Let’s see…” He murmurs, noticing your irregular breathing and thumping heartbeat. “A synonym for ‘hypothesis’, huh? Well…”
The tip of the pen hits the first box, writing the letter A. He moves it towards the second box, writing the letter S. Another S, then a U…
“Last chance, sweetheart. Got any ideas?” He whispers against your ear. But you can’t say or think anything coherently anymore, too occupied with the way he’s touching you at the moment.
He’s taking your silence as an invitation to go further, his pen moving once again. Hearing the scribbling, you close your eyes, sighing in defeat.
Having written the full word now, Leon grins in victory, discarding the pen to the side. He looks down at you, seeing your closed eyes and parted lips, completely at his mercy. Everything he’s always wanted. “Looks like I won.”
He nudges your head softly with his own, making you open your eyes. Surely enough, when you look down at the page you can see the filled in boxes, the answer clear as day. ‘Assumption’.
“N-Not fair.” You mumble, pouting, a bit embarrassed by your defeat. He chuckles behind you. A sexy, low laughter that makes something tingle between your thighs.
“No matter, love. We can play again sometime. Let you get your revenge.”
Your only reply is a low hum before quietness engulfs you both again. After a few pregnant seconds you hear his Adam's apple bop as he swallows thickly. His heart is beating fast against your back, his patience growing thin. He feels himself growing harder against you.
He breaks the silence. Remembering the price you promised him, he’s more than happy to tell you his request. Even though he’s a little hesitant. He doesn’t want to push you any further if you don’t want to.
“You know, I was promised a price, remember?”
You manage to nod, swallowing the spit that has gathered in your mouth. His lips get closer against your ear again. The hand beneath your shorts moves lower, too fucking close to the most intimate part of your body. He’s touching your panties now, the material soft against his calloused fingers. You grab tightly onto the fabric of his sweats, begging for something you don’t know you should say out loud.
“Well I know exactly what I want. You wanna know what that is?”
You push your head back a little more, looking up into his lustful eyes. You shake your head, feeling his hand touch your mound before stopping exactly where you need him most. The look he gives you is hungry, primal, a man in desperate need of his woman.
“You. I want all of you.”
You gasp at hearing his price, at his hardness pressed against your lower back, the evidence of his desire, way more prominent now. Your excitement is there too, a wetness forming in your panties.
“Will you let me have you baby? Will you give yourself to me?” He whispers hotly, his eyes boring into yours.
You want this, so god damn much, but your insecurities resurface. You’re no virgin, but it’s not like you’re very experienced either. Having had sex only once in your life, years before you came to the DSO, it was a painful and slow event. The guy you had been with only searched for his own pleasure instead of granting you any. You hated it. But right now, with Leon, your opinion on the matter seems to change.
“Leon, I-I haven’t… I mean, I have, but it’s been so long since I…”
He stills at your words, seeing the cloud of worry in your eyes. He’s slightly panicking, thinking he must have overstepped. “That’s ok. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He says with a comforting gesture, rubbing soothing circles on your hip. You’re quick to react.
“N-No, I want to. It’s just… I’ve only ever done this once in my life and I hated it. It was painful. I didn’t enjoy it at all. So yeah, it’s been a long time for me and you’re probably really experienced. I don’t want to disappoint you because I’m not.”
His eyes soften at your words. His worrying diminishes, only to be replaced by a tinge of sadness. He feels terrible that your first time having sex turned out to be a disaster. It only spurs him on even further, to make you forget about that memory, to show you how good it can actually be.
“Listen to me. You could never disappoint me. Being intimate with you is one of my deepest desires. Something I have wanted for months. I don’t care if you’re a little inexperienced. It means I get to teach you everything you need to know. It means you don’t just give yourself to the first man that presents himself and showers you with kind words. That you value yourself. It makes having you here with me a lot more special. I never want you to be embarrassed, baby. Not here. Not with me.”
He says the words before sending you a shy smile.
“To be fair… I haven’t in a long time either. A very long time.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “How long?”
He scrunches his nose, racking his brain for the last time he was intimate with someone. “Well uh… Twenty years or so? I’ve lost count.”
You gasp, thinking he’s joking at first. But he doesn’t laugh, his face remaining void of any humor. You almost stutter, making out your next words.
“You? Twenty years? But… You’re perfect.”
He chuckles at that, his free arm wrapping around your waist in a comforting manner.
“Thank you, love. But you know how the DSO policy is: no dating or you’re out. Besides, I’ve never had the desire to pursue other women. My mind was occupied with the job, with the people I had to save… I didn’t even have the time to do other things. Besides, I’ve never thought of myself as a catch to be honest. Too damaged, too antisocial… I would bore them in an instant.”
There they are, his insecurities again. You almost can’t believe it. Leon Scott Kennedy is probably the most perfect man in the whole world in your opinion. To hear he hasn’t been with someone in over twenty years is almost the equivalent of buying a brand new Porsche and never driving it. You reach for his arm, giving it a soft but reassuring squeeze.
“You’re nothing of the things you described yourself as. You’re selfless, brave, respectful and so very kind. You’re perfect, Leon. In every way.”
Reaching for his cheek, you caress his hard stubble. With your eyes almost tearing up, you promise him something with much sincerity.
“I want this with you, Leon. No one else, just you. If you want me… I’m completely yours.”
His eyes darken at your words, a groan leaving his lips while the hand against your panties starts playing with the waistband. Teasing you. Almost begging to be let in. To find the precious golden liquid he’s after.
“Yeah baby? You gonna let me touch you?”
You nod with a whimper. “Touch me Leon.”
It’s all the confirmation he needs. In one swift motion his fingers move underneath the fabric, reaching lower. He groans, feeling the soft patch of hair between your legs. Fuck, he likes that. Has his dick growing even harder. Shaving is good and all, but he has always preferred a more natural woman. Blame it on his instincts, but some hair down there is so fucking beautiful. He caresses the hair before moving lower and then…
A loud gasp leaves you. One hand reaching for his arm laying on your stomach, the other holding on to his sweatpants.
“Fuck me baby, you’re so wet already. Is this all for me?”
Surely enough, you can feel his index finger softly touching your lower lips. Slow and gentle at first, before using his thumb and middle finger to spread your lips open, giving him full access to your folds. His touch is featherlight, almost cruel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his finger. You jump slightly in his arms, which spurts him on even further. Proud of how quickly he could find your precious little button.
You nod at his question, eyes scrunched closed, a burning want coursing through your veins. He goes in further, putting more pressure on your clit, rubbing you in a slow, intimate pace to get you fully ready for him.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasised about this. How many times I woke up at night thinking of your wet little cunt. I had to rub one out almost every time. Like I was a teenage boy again.” He says, his fingers lowering from your clit to your sweet little hole. “Fuck baby… I can feel you dripping for me.” He grunts. “But I need more. Need to prep you for me. Need you to make a fucking mess.”
His middle finger circles your entrance, caressing it but not pushing in. He’s teasing you again, withholding you from getting what you need. It’s agony.
You reach for his hand inside your panties. “L-Leon please…” He looks at you, a dominant look in his eyes, feeling ecstatic that he’s able to control you like this.
“Please what, huh sweetheart?
“I-I need more, please…”
“Oh but baby, I love seeing you writhe against me like this. You’re beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. You've been driving me crazy ever since you stepped foot in this building. Seems only fair I return the favor, no?”
He doesn’t prolong your agony though. Instead you feel the pressure of his finger against your entrance. You moan as you feel him slowly entering you. His breathing has quickened, closing his eyes for a brief second to recompose himself. You’re so warm, soft and wet. Fuck, you feel amazing and he doesn’t even have his dick in you yet.
Removing his thumb from your outer lips, he moves it towards your clit. Together with his finger inside you, he starts a slow and steady rhythm. Rubbing your clit in hard, controlled strokes, he pumps his finger inside of you, getting deeper with every trust. The stretch initially gives you a slight burning sensation. But when he’s rubbing your clit like that, and you get slicker by the second, you relax for him and welcome it. Finding it incredibly arousing even. Fuck, you didn’t know anyone could ever make you feel this good.
“F-Feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You tell him, trying to hide your face in his neck. Meanwhile you feel him push himself harder against you. Rubbing his hard cock against your lower back to have some friction.
He groans at your words. “Damn right, I know how to pleasure my girl.”
His movements become more rapid, the sounds that fill the room absolutely filthy. Both your rapid breathing mixed with the squelching sounds his finger makes inside of you. It’s obscene.
You can feel a familiar sensation starting to coil in the pit of your stomach. Quickly reaching behind you to place your hand on his cheek, you whimper. “L-Leon, I think… I think I’m gonna…”
He rubs your clit as fast as possible, sensing that you’re close to your release. His finger inside of you, pumping at an incredulous speed.
“Look at me.” He demands with a growl. The arm wrapped around your waist loosens. His hand now reaching for your throat, He pushes your head back, chin up, so your eyes are fully on his. He kisses you, full of passion and demanding hunger, claiming your tongue with his own. He’s insatiable, swallowing your moans, licking your tongue like a starved man while rubbing you at a delicious pace.
When you break the kiss, you’re even more out of breath than before. You remain fixated on each other. Your eyes fighting to stay open, feeling yourself nearing the brink of release. He notices, his hot breath hitting your face in a dominant, primal whisper.
“Cum for me sweetheart. I got you. You’re safe with me. God please baby, fucking soak my fingers.”
His words are the final push you need. You’re cuming, an immense feeling of pleasure washing over you. Your back is arched, your hands desperately reaching for something to hold on to. You let out an inaudible cry. This feeling of euphoria making you see starts.
He never stops his movements. His fingers continuously rubbing you as he works you through your high.
“Yeah… That’s my beautiful girl, fuck-”
It’s the most erotic thing he has ever seen. Seeing your chest go up and down, your parted lips, the whimpers that escape you when you come undone in his hands. He wants to rut against you. Chase his own high. But he’s restraining himself, remembering that he’s trying to make this moment about you. To make you feel good. His pleasure can wait.
After a few seconds of you seeing stars, you slowly come down from your high. You open your eyes, still feeling him rub you at a slower, more comfortable pace. Your gaze connects with his again and you sigh in satisfaction. He looks at you with a soft smile, infinite fondness in his eyes as he caresses your cheek.
“How I was able to resist you for so long, I have no idea.” He chuckles. Bringing his rubbing to a complete stop, he withdraws his fingers from your underwear. When you look down, you can see them covered in your slick. A blush comes on your face, mortified that you have made such a mess on him. But that doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Because what you see next, startles you but arouses you even more.
Instead of wiping his fingers somewhere, he brings them to his mouth. He looks you deep in the eyes before bringing his index finger in his mouth. Closing his lips around it, he starts sucking the digit, his tongue lapping at it. A low moan escapes him at finally being able to taste you. Oh how much he had craved it, tasting your fresh arousal on his tongue. You taste like candy. A sweet, soft, incredible taste.
He lets out the finger with a quiet pop before bringing another into his mouth. You almost want to moan at the sight, but a slight embarrassment stops you from doing so. Once all his fingers are clean, he speaks again, low and hot.
“You taste devine, like an actual treat.” A chuckle escapes him again. “You’re gonna make me addicted, sweetheart.”
Your mind starts to clear up as the seconds pass. He gives you a few kisses, some on your lips, some against your temple. All while you’re trying to wrap your head around what just happened. This has been the most erotic moment of your whole life. Which sounds a little pathetic when you say it like that. But then again, you’ve been with only one other partner before.
You’re pulled from your thoughts, when you suddenly feel your shorts being pulled down. His warm hands holding the waistband, trying to pull them over your hips. You jump immediately. Not out of unwillingness, but out of surprise.
“Leon, what are you doing? I don’t-” You mumble, shy and unsure, but he interrupts you.
“Shhh now sweetheart, you wouldn’t deny me my dinner, would you?”
If you hadn't been wet enough before, you surely are now. Your excitement starts to build again when you hear his words. A slow trickle coming out of your intimate hole. It’s not that you don’t want this. On the contrary, you would kill to have his face between your legs. But no one has ever done something like that for you before.
What if he doesn’t like the way you look down there? What if you smell? What if he finds it a problem that you don’t shave? What if he doesn’t find you attractive when he sees you naked… His voice rumbles again in your ears.
“Would you like that baby? To have my mouth on your beautiful little cunt? To have me lick up every single drop?”
He sees your blushing, softly nudging his nose against yours. Not trying to scare you but instead looking for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t find any, just your raw desire clouded by your inexperience.
“Gonna let me have a taste, sweet girl? Or do you want us to stop? We can do that too, you know. You just have to tell me what you want.”
Even through your aroused haze, you melt at how he’s still willing to stop this if it becomes too much for you. But it’s not too much, not at all. You just need that little push.
“I-I want you Leon…”
His eyes glint in the candle light. “Want me where, baby? Tell me.”
Your cheeks are turning even redder. He’s really making you say it huh? You hide your face more in his neck, closing your eyes, whimpering your next words.
“Want your mouth… B-Between my legs. Leon please…”
He shushes you, pleased with your words. Hearing you whimper how much you want him to pleasure you, sends jolts of excitement through his body. It’s adorable you have trouble telling him what to do to you, while being an absolute menace in the battlefield. He caresses your cheek, his eyes full of promise, of desire. “Oh baby, you don’t have to beg for me, ever.”
Your words seem to awaken something in him. Pushing himself from behind you, he lets you rest against the wall of pillows. He quickly positions himself at your legs, leaning halfway over you, supported by his left hand. The other one reaches for the waistband of your shorts, slipping his finger underneath. Ready to take them off. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours.
“Tell me if it ever gets too much and I’ll stop, ok? You won’t offend me by doing so. I want this to be something you enjoy. There’s no shame in telling me you feel uncomfortable, alright baby?”
You nod, not liking that this seems to be a one way kind of event, where the only person getting pleasure tonight is you. You want to make him feel good too, just as he had done to you a few minutes ago. He deserves that.
“B-But what about you?”
There’s a flicker of darkness in his eyes. “Me?” He chuckles, two seconds pass. “Oh I’m ravenous, darling.” He whispers to you, low and intimate.
He starts pulling your shorts down inch by inch. Once off, he’s met by the sight of your panties. You keep your legs closed, trying to get some friction. He groans at the sight, reaching for the back of the shirt he’s wearing. He takes it off in one swift motion before throwing it aside, leaving you gasping and drooling when you see his toned chest. He looks like a Greek god in your eyes. His chest hair covering his pectorals, going down in a smooth line down his stomach, towards his navel, disappearing in a delicious-looking happy trail underneath his boxers.
A sudden feeling of insecurity hits you when you look at his glorious body. His broad, strong shoulders, connected to those delicious biceps you may have imagined biting once or twice. How are you to compete with that? Of course you don’t have to show off your biceps like a man does, but Leon just looks so beautiful, so perfect in general. And you? Well you’re far from perfect in your opinion. Your breasts aren’t the perfect size. You don’t have a flat stomach. You’ve got stretchmarks on your thighs, on your hips... You’re average looking to be honest, but are you perfect? Well not as much as you’d like to be.
He notices your hesitation, seeing the gears turn inside your head. He places a hand on your thigh, softly rubbing your smooth skin, taking you out of your train of thought.
“What’s the matter baby? You wanna stop?”
You quickly shake your head. “No! No, it’s just… Fuck I’m probably irritating you with my worrying-”
“Telling me something that’s bothering you will never irritate me.” He says. A second passes as you look at him.
“Let me make this clear. Whatever you decide to do with me, whether it be nothing or everything, will still make this the most amazing night of my life. It’s because I get to spend it with you. Having you here with me is everything I could have ever asked for. Whatever’s troubling you is my top priority, so please, don’t ever hide that from me. What are you hiding, sweetheart?”
You sigh, shaking your head. “It’s something stupid. You look… Amazing, gorgeous even. You have the perfect body in my eyes. I don’t want to disappoint you because I look average. I don’t-”
“Hey, none of that.” He interrupts you, putting his index finger on your lips to stop you from talking. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough for me. It’s flattering you see me in such a great light but…” A slight blush forms on his cheeks. “Fuck baby, if only you could see yourself the way I do. You look so much better than average. Seeing you here with nothing but a T-shirt and panties on makes me so fucking hard.”
You look down at your hands when you hear his cheeky remark, trying not to fidget your fingers too much.
“Wow Leon, that’s very… Uh…” You awkwardly laugh, not quite knowing how to respond.
You see his hand come into your line of vision, touching your chin, making you look up into his eyes again. His smile is soft and comforting while he caresses your jaw.
“It’s true.” He leans closer, just a few inches between you two. “Let me show you how beautiful you are, huh.”
And with that he kisses you again. Your lips mold together, his tongue immediately slipping in. Gone is his careful nature, replaced with something more feral, more hungry.
He reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it, gesturing for you to put your arms up. Once he has taken it off, you’re left in nothing but your bra and panties. His hungry eyes look over you like a predator who has finally found the most delicious prey.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says before giving you a small peck on the lips. His hands reach towards your back, landing on your bra. “Can I take this off baby? Wanna see my pretty girl.”
You nod, taking in a deep breath when you feel him undo the clips at your back. Slowly but surely he takes the bra away from your chest, his fingers hooked at the straps, before throwing it elsewhere. The chilly air hits your breasts immediately, making your nipples stand out even more. Leon pushes you slowly against the pillows again. A groan leaves his lips.
“Such pretty tits baby. I just… Will you let me have a taste?”
You’re a bit taken aback by his bluntness but nod nonetheless. He wastes no time, covering your body with his. Your right breast is the first one he takes into his hand, softly kneading it. His thumb subtly touches your nipple, making you whimper. An unfamiliar feeling shoots straight to your core.
He leans further in, kissing your neck first before slowly moving down to your chest. He kisses the swell of your breast, leaving a hot, wet trail. His gaze moves up, looking deeply into your eyes before parting his lips. Before you even realize it, he has them wrapped around your little peak. A cry leaves your lips, feeling his hot, wet tongue flick the little bud and lick your areola. His eyes are closed now, moaning at the taste of your soft breast, almost like he’s in heaven. Meanwhile you can see him rutting into the mattress.
Seeing him enjoying himself that much when touching your breast is the biggest compliment you have ever gotten. That alone gives your confidence an immense boost.
After getting your nipple nice and hard he moves towards your other breast, giving it the same treatment. You run your fingers through his hair, hugging him to your chest in a soft, intimate manner.
“Absolute glorious tits sweetheart. Got me fucking obsessed.”
“I love you Leon.” You breath out almost in a pathetic cry. He stops sucking at your breast, his eyes warm and calming. A soft smile takes over his features. “And I love you sweetheart.” He lets go of your breasts, moving down your body inch by inch. “Let me show you how much.”
His hands roam your body. Over your waist, your belly, your hips, occasionally grabbing one of your breasts… His lips touch your stomach in soft, tantalizing kisses, making the hairs on your body stand up. He reaches lower, lower and lower until his lips connect with the waistband of your panties. He kisses your mound through the fabric. His hands reach between your thighs, prying them apart, revealing the wet spot you made earlier. He looks up at you, an excited look in his eyes. “Can I take these off?”
You nod. A small huff leaves your lips when he motions for you to move your hips up slightly, just enough for him to slide your panties off. They go in one swift motion. Now completely bare you instinctively close your legs again in a way to cover yourself.
He doesn’t notice at first, too enthralled by the piece of clothing in his hands. He lifts it towards his nose, completely unashamed. Closing his eyes for a brief second, he breathes in your scent. A primal groan leaves his lips before he quickly folds your underwear and puts it in the pocket of his sweats.
With his eyes fully on you again, he admires your frame, for the first time completely naked.
“You’re a dream. An actual dream. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He whispers, stroking your thighs.
You move your hands to cover your face when hearing his words. “Leon, stop. I’m already blushing enough as it is.” You laugh.
He joins you, a toothy grin on his face. “Can’t help myself when you look like this baby, god damn.”
His gaze moves lower, lingering on your breasts for a long second before dipping lower towards the apex of your thighs. His hands are moving, slipping between your legs again, pushing them further apart. You let him, a bit apprehensive. It’s not everyday your long-time crush gets to take a look at you down there.
With your legs now fully spread, you’re completely laid bare for him. His eyes are intense, looking at your wet sex like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. He memorizes every single detail. The soft tuft of hair, your pink lips, your dripping little hole… Your gorgeous thighs going up towards your hips, your waist, your breasts, your adorable face. Yeah, this is heaven.
He lies down, moving closer between your legs and placing them over his shoulders. You look even more beautiful from up close, your scent intoxicating him. This is everything he has ever dreamed of and more. The feeling of being accepted by someone. To finally belong somewhere.
He leans in, his lips touching the inside of your thigh, kissing the stretchmarks there. “Absolutely beautiful…” He whispers hotly against your skin.
His tongue sweeps out, tasting you before he uses his lips again, softly sucking the skin. He moves towards your other thigh, repeating the same action. Only this time he starts kissing you closer towards the place that’s aching for him. He has his arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them apart.
He reaches your mound, the soft little hairs tickling him as he kisses you there as well. You’re growing inpatient, wriggling your hips to get him to touch you more. “L-Leon, don’t tease me.” You huff out in frustration.
His strong arm suddenly wraps over your stomach, putting you in your place, not able to move. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen, a devilish glint in them when he speaks.
“I would like to have my dinner exactly the way I please. And you will take everything I give you. Every last bit of it. Do you understand, baby?”
His words make you impossibly aroused, more slick dripping from your waiting hole. You start whining, desperate for something, anything he might give you. It makes his cock impossible hard, straining against his brieves, dying to be let out of its confinement. The way you writhe beneath him, right in his grasp, craving for his touch. The only thing on your mind being him and only him.
You’re his. That’s final. Even if you ever want to stop this thing going on between you two, he’d never be able to let you go.
Putting you out of your misery, he finally descends. He kisses your outer lips, softly, slowly, with so much tenderness. Lower and lower until he presses his lips against your pink entrance. He blows cool air on it, watching as another drop of arousal slips out. You gasp at the feeling, relieved when you finally get something, but it's definitely not enough. You whimper once more, running your fingers through his thick hair.
“More… I-I need more Leon, please.”
He groans, his hot breath hitting your sex. “I know sweetheart. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Deciding he has prolonged your agony long enough, he uses two fingers to push your outer lips apart, baring you enough for him just like he prefers. And then… He fully dives in.
Your loud moan fills the room when you feel the flat of his tongue lick a bold stripe up, starting from your entrance all the way to your clit. He does it again, his eyes fixed on the way your chest rises, your head leaning back, eyes squeezed shut. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
His tongue moves slightly higher, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, circling, sucking… Jolts of pleasure course through you, making you pull harder at the strands of his hair. You lean forward to take a better look at him, arching your back. Your mouth is open wide, moan after moan coming out of your throat. You never thought you’d make such vulgar noises, thinking it was an exaggeration when other women told you it could be this good.
His eyes are closed, seemingly in trance, the sound of your moans spurting him on even further. His hand reaches for your breast, holding it in a possessive grip, never stopping the movements of his tongue.
“You taste amazing. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. This sweet little cunt…” He mutters, moving his tongue lower again, looking for your entrance. Once found, he slowly pushes his tongue in, licking the inside of your spongy walls. The obscene sound of his slurping echoes through the room, his spit connecting with your slick. Meanwhile his nose prods at your clit, rubbing it during every trust he does inside of you. That together with his tongue entering you, is the perfect combination in your opinion.
You indulge in the way he looks, eating you out, his eyes closed, hair tousled, tongue lapping up your arousal like a starved man. Nothing in life will ever top this. You’re so fucking in love with this man.
You can feel yourself getting close, an indescribable feeling of pleasure building up in your lower stomach. “L-Leon…” You’re shaking, tensing up more as a sign of your upcoming release. Leon notices, he always does. Opening his eyes again, he looks straight into yours.
His tongue moves up again, putting his full attention on your clit. He gives it tiny kitten licks, the tip of tongue flicking it at an incredibly fast pace. It’s too much, the intensity of the pleasure he gives you foreign, overwhelming. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before.
The hand at your breast moves in sync with his thumb, rubbing, tweaking your nipple, which causes extra pleasure to go straight to your core. You feel like you’re about to burst, the sensation only getting better and better.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Leon groans, coming up for air, his lips red and glossy, eyes connected to yours. Meanwhile he brings his other thumb towards your clit, continuing the same motions his tongue did, never interrupting your buildup. “Good. Need you to come undone for me. To bask in the pleasure I give you and not think about anything else. Cum for me, sweetheart. I got you. You’re safe.”
He removes his thumb, quickly putting his mouth on you again. He moves his arm over your waist, pinning you down once more. That together with his other hand fondling your breast and his mouth licking your cunt… It’s getting too much. You’ve never had a buildup like this before. Normally when you pleasure yourself, you have a nice sweet orgasm. Nothing special. This time you’re clutching the mattress beneath you, gasping for breath, not knowing if you’ll make it to the other side of your orgasm. It’s not like you want him to stop, but damn.
“Leon, I-I cant. L-Leon-”
He interrupts you with a loud groan, his grip on you tightening, caging you in. He pushes his face even closer towards your wet heat, his tongue moving faster than he’s ever done before. There’s no mercy. Just the intense amount of pleasure he promised he’d give you until he’s completely sated. Your back arches, mouth open to let out a silent scream, feeling yourself cross the point of no return.
You’re seeing stars even though your eyes are squeezed shut. The intensity of your orgasm rippling through your body like a nuke has gone off. Immense pleasure washes over you, his slurping sounds and groans filling the room, while you try to hold on for dear life. The sensation he gives you is everywhere. From the top of your head all the way down to your toes. You’re convulsing, trembling in his arms, saying his name over and over again. He holds you like his life depends on it. Caressing you, loving you, working you through your ecstasy. Taking care of you like he’s always done, and will continue to do until his last breath.
It takes a good few seconds for you to come down from your high. Your legs are shaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering your entire body.
He releases your cunt with a silent pop, giving it a long attentive kiss before withdrawing. He uses his thumb to wipe off the remaining juices on his mouth and chin. A chuckle escaping his mouth before he speaks.
“A five-star dinner, I must say.”
Oh he’s such a tease. You’ve had it. Still trembling from your orgasm, the immense want to wipe that smirk off his face kicks in. Pulling yourself up to sit straight, you crawl towards him, hands reaching for the waistband of his sweats. Lets see how long his teasing will go on for once he’s deep inside of you, moaning your name.
Undoing the tie in a swift motion, you hook your fingers underneath the fabric, beginning to pull his sweats down. A startled sound leaves his mouth, a bit taken aback by your bluntness but also finding it a big turn on. Unbeknownst to you, a slight nervousness settles over him. His hands reach out, wrapping around yours, stopping you from going any further.
“Hang on sweetheart. I’m flattered that you want to take this further, but are you sure about this?”
You look at him with wide, confused eyes. Almost under the assumption that he’s a bit opposed to having actual sex with you. You swallow, looking at him with sincerity.
“I-I want you Leon.” You whisper, more vulnerable than ever. “If you’ll… If you’ll have me, that is… I want to feel you. All of you. Deep inside of me.”
In a way to accentuate your words more, you let your hand slide down on the outside of his sweats, your hand landing on his cock. You feel him through the fabric, long, thick and fully erect. A nice girth that would stretch you out until you can’t take it any more. It’s all the evidence you need, to know he wants you just as much. So why is he resisting it?
You start rubbing him up and down, squeezing him as hard as you can through his sweats. A guttural sound leaves his body, something between a groan and a whimper. One hand releases yours to immediately wrap around your hair, making you look up towards him. His eyes are feral, the expression on his face one of pleasure mixed with pain. His other hand stops you from touching him, a hiss leaving his lips.
“Fuck baby, it’s not that I don’t want you.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “Then what is it?”
He sighs in defeat, his insecurities coming to the surface. “I want to have sex with you… So fucking bad. But you must know that this…” He says carefully, gesturing to his cock. “It… It doesn’t look… I’m not thirty anymore sweetheart. It might not look like you expected. Just so you know….”
You find it adorable how he thinks the way his body has aged would be a problem to you. A small giggle leaves your mouth. You shake your head, holding his hand tightly in yours.
“Leon, even if you had the smallest, most shriveled penis in the world, I’d still love the heck out of it. You know why? Because that’s your penis. And anything that’s connected to you, every flaw, every wrinkle, I cherish with all my heart. I love you, Leon, every part of you.” You softly laugh at him. He joins you, looking at your joined hands in slight embarrassment.
“Can’t believe you actually thought I’d judge the way you look down there. My insecure little teddy bear.”
“Who are you calling little huh?” He laughs in mock hurt.
A few seconds pass like that, the two of you basking in each other’s presence, enjoying the quietness. Leon looks up at you again, a soft smile on his face.
“So you’re sure about this?”
You lean in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Absolutely positive.”
He nods, his own smile growing wider. “Alright. Let me take this off then.”
He stands up from the mattress, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He takes it down in one swift motion, kicking the clothing away with his feet. Now only glad in a pair of black boxers, you let your eyes roam his body. His thighs are thick, muscular and hairy… So very manly. You bite your bottom lip, keeping in the drool that wants to leave your mouth.
He reaches for his boxers, pulling them down as well, throwing them on the floor next to the mattress. Seeing him fully naked for the first time, in all his glory, you don’t know whether to look at it fully or not. You avert your gaze out of instinct, not wanting to seem like a creep.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. You can look.” You hear him chuckle.
So you do. Looking back towards him, your eyes land on his face first. You give him a shy smile before letting your gaze wander downwards. To his broad and hairy chest, to his toned stomach, following his happy trail all the way down to the big tuft of dark hair that gathers around his sex.
He’s hung. Not necessarily the biggest, but definitely not small either. His cock is fully erect, standing proudly against his abdomen. The head: a dark pink shade, precum leaking out of the tip. His length has a nice girth, a vein protruding at the side. Lower at the base, you can see his balls, fully visible now he’s this excited. Sure he doesn’t look like a twenty year old man anymore, but damn does he make your mouth water.
“You’re incredibly sexy.” You tell him. Sitting on your knees, you reach out for his hand, gesturing to him to come and lie down with you. You move to the left side of the mattress to make more room for him.
“Eager little thing are you, huh?” He chuckles, even though he’s just as excited about this as you are.
Before lying down, he reaches for his sweatpants again, putting his hand in one of the pockets. You wonder what he’s doing until you see him take out a small square plastic packaging. A condom.
He takes it into his hands, his fingers at the edge, trying to rip it open. Without fully realizing what you’re doing, you put your hand on top of his, stopping him in his actions.
“No…” You mutter.
For a second he looks at you with a questionable gaze, thinking the worst. That you still want to stop this after seeing him. But he soon realizes what you actually mean, relieve settling within. “You want me to go bare, sweetheart?” His rough voice sounds through the silence.
Do you? Yes, but… Is it irresponsible to do it without a condom the first time you have sex with someone? You don’t mind. Not with Leon at least. But you don’t know his opinion about it. For all you know, your question could be a turn off.
“Only if you want to of course! And it’s completely fine if you want to wear a condom. But I’m on the pill and I think we’re both safe so… I’d like to try it. I want to feel all of you, Leon. Everything.”
His heart could burst, seeing you ramble like that, trying to not make it overly clear you want his bare cock inside of you. It’s probably the biggest compliment he’s ever received. You’re adorable. How can he say no to that? Besides… He only brought the condom because he thought you’d want him to use it. If it’s up to him, he’d have you without any protection at all. Get rid of the condom. Maybe even get rid of your pill too… But that’s for another day. When you’re both ready.
It’s not the first time he has imagined starting a family with you sometime in the future. To buy a house where he can take care of you. To have a normal life away from the DSO. You, making dinner in the kitchen when he comes home from a normal office job, round with his child… He stores the thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Someday, he tells himself.
“Well then…” He says, a small smirk forming. He throws the condom behind him in a careless manner. The tiny object flying against the window, almost like he wants to throw it outside. “Guess we don’t need this anymore, huh?”
Relief washes over you, when he reaches forward. His hands roam your body, tickling you, making you squeal and laugh. He laughs with you, pure joy on his face as he covers your body with his own. He seals his lips with yours. You let him lead, still laughing into the kiss. Your eyes are closed when you feel his hand on your cheek and his naked chest touching yours.
You moan into the kiss, feeling your tender breasts make contact with his hardness. You open your legs instinctively, inviting him in. Leon groans at your submissiveness, another drop of precum leaving the tip of his cock once his thighs brush against yours. A shiver runs down your spine, feeling his warmth, his strength.
He breaks the kiss before closing the last few inches between you two. You feel his length touch your wet sex, earning a hiss out of him and a whimper from you.
“Fuck baby, you feel so warm and wet against me.”
He pushes slightly harder, rubbing his length along your folds, coating it in your slick. Your clit gets stimulated like that, making you involuntarily push your hips upward to meet his slow trusts. You wrap your arms around him, caressing his shoulder blades. Even occasionally using your nails to softly scratch him.
That gets him going. A low moan escapes him when he looks into your eyes. He’s hungry, desperate even. Needing something incredibly badly but still trying to remain in control.
“I-I might not be able to last long, sweetheart. Like I said, it’s been a very long time for me.”
You stroke his back once more, showing him that you understand. “That’s ok hun. I don’t mind. I just want you to enjoy this. Just… Go slow, yeah? It’s been a long time for me too. It might hurt at first.”
He looks at you with so much adoration and love, he thinks he might burst. “Of course baby, just tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop. Ok?”
You mumble a quick ‘ok’, giving the tip of his nose a little peck. A soft laugh rumbles from his throat.
“I love you.” He whispers .
“I love you.” You return within a heartbeat.
He places one hand on your hip while the other is at the top of your head, his elbow keeping him up. His forearm presses close against you, almost touching your cheek, hugging you, protecting you.
After a minute of rubbing the two of you together, you suddenly feel the sensation on your clit stop, only to be replaced by a certain pressure at your entrance. He has placed the head of his cock there, testing you. Trying to see how you’d react by the sudden feeling. He’s already smearing his precum there, placing a permanent mark on you.
You place one hand on the back of his head before connecting your lips once again. He takes it as a sign that he can move further. Letting go of your hip, he brings his hand between you two before settling on your clit once again. You break the kiss to let out a soft moan when he starts to rub you in slow, intimate circles. He can feel your wetness dripping across his cockhead, sending an immense sense of pride through him.
You’re ready. Fully ready for him. And now he’s sealing your precious bond once and for all.
He puts more pressure against your entrance, the head breaking through, stretching your walls. He immediately scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. An immense sense of pleasure washes over him, something he’s never felt before. Of course he’s no virgin and he knows what he’s doing, but he has never gone bare with someone before. Has never even felt the need to be so intimate with someone… So the way your warm, wet cunt feels around him right now, is indescribable.
He tries to stay silent, tries to keep in what he’s feeling to not push you too much. For all he knows, you could be in pain right now because of him. He reopens his eyes after a few seconds, searching yours to check in on you.
You have watched him all this time. The way he almost looks gobsmacked at feeling your tight walls around him. Fuck he looks so hot, basking in the pleasure you’re able to give him.
It doesn’t hurt for you. Not yet at least. You just feel the pleasure he’s giving your clit combined with the pressure inside of you, slowly stretching you. Intimidating but not hurting.
“I’m ok.” You tell him.
He swallows, trying to remain in control of himself while also being relieved that he’s not hurting you. He kisses your forehead as a sign of endearment when he slowly enters you further.
This time though, it does hurt you. A sharp burn runs through you when he’s almost halfway in. The rubbing at your clit does quite a bit to mask the pain, but it’s still there. Enough for you to hiss and let out a small yelp when he pushes in another inch. Leon goes still.
“Fuck baby, you need me to stop?” He hurriedly says, scared he’s gone too far.
You shake your head, holding onto him while trying to get used to his size. “N-No it’s fine. The stretch just hurts like expected. Just give me a moment, yeah? I love having you in me like this, baby. Feel so close to you.” You murmur, feeling his fingers quicken their pace at your little nub. Pleasure courses through you. So much so, that the pain subsides after a few minutes. You push your hips up against his, signaling that you want him to continue.
He doesn’t push deeper at first, instead pulling himself out before slowly going back in. He repeats the same action, again, and again. Until he’s rocking your bodies together in a slow, passionate rhythm. He’s been trying to remain quiet this whole time, but fuck a man can only hold on for so long.
“S-Shit baby, you feel so good around me. So perfect… So fucking perfect for me, god…”
His pace speeds up a bit, hearing the sound of your breathy moans, feeling your nails scrape against his shoulders. He’s in heaven. Nothing will ever beat this. He leans in towards your neck, putting the flat of his tongue against your skin, sucking you there. You feel him speed up again, his hot breath against your ear. “You feel a-amazing. I-I cant, fuck… Does it feel good for you, sweetheart? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
You immediately shake your head, meeting him in his thrusts. “F-Feels so good Leon. Love having you inside of me. Don’t stop. Don’t, please…” A loud moan rips from your throat, spurting him on even further.
You have completely relaxed around him now. A sign for him to move a little deeper. You gasp at the further intrusion, stilling for a second as the burning feeling comes back again. Only for a little while though.
He starts giving your clit hard and fast flicks of his fingers, making you relax around him in no time. This pattern continues until he’s fully inside of you, bottoming out. The stretch is something you’ve gotten accustomed to by now, the slight burn becoming something that gives you pleasure instead of pain. You moan in his ear, telling him how much you’re enjoying him making love to you.
“Fuck Lee, I love your big cock inside of me. S-Shit, you make me the happiest woman in the world.”
He feels like he’s dreaming. Being this intimate with you while also hearing how much you’re enjoying this, how much you want him...
“Damn right, I know how to take my girl. How to please her...” He groans. “Fuck baby, your cunt feels like honey. So warm, so f-fucking wet…” He starts whimpering, actual whimpering, something you’ve never heard him do before. Leon never whimpers, never falls to his knees, never surrenders to something. So you know, he’s fully at your mercy right now. Putting all his trust and love into you.
He starts a steady rhythm, rocking your bodies again, relishing in the snug, warm feeling you provide him. He suddenly reaches behind his back, grasping your hands, placing them flat on the pillow above your head. He holds them together at the wrists, holding you in place just the way he likes. He’s quickening his pace, claiming you, chasing his release so he can mark you from the inside.
He kisses you fervently, biting your bottom lip before moving towards your jaw. Licking and sucking the skin there.
“You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.” He growls in your ear, his words dripping with possessiveness. No one will ever have or see you like this. No one. Not on his watch.
He awaits your answer, hearing you whimper at a certain sharp trust. You’re breathing each other’s air, so close now that there’s no more space left between you. Your eyes flutter shut, barely able to control the intense pleasure he’s giving you.
“Need to hear you say it, baby. C’mon, who do you belong to? Tell me.” He grunts against your lips. He uses his thumb and index finger to gently squeeze your clit. He rolls it between his fingers, making you open your eyes again. You let out a silent scream, looking deep into his eyes.
“Yours! Yours! Oh my… F-Fuck, I’m yours, Leon. Please, go faster, deeper… Anything! I need you, please…”
“Yeah?” He grunts, gritting his teeth. “You want this old man to fuck you like he’s thirty again, huh? Want him to show you what he’s made of? Make you come on his cock? Would you like that, sweetheart?”
You have lost your sanity, all rationality out of the window. The only thing on your mind now is him. His deliciously heavy weight on top of you, his thick cock between your legs, his groans you get to swallow… He’s everything. You’re only purpose, your love, your reason to live. Only Leon.
“Leon, baby, need you to come inside me. Need to feel it…”
His heart flips at hearing your words. His blue eyes, normally very bright, have turned into two black holes, his arousal, his hunger for you, clear as day. He never thought you would ask him to finish inside of you. He would have asked eventually, yes. But he never thought you would suggest it on your own.
“Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl. Asking me to mark you from the inside… You’re so dirty. My naughty little girl. F-Fuck I’ll give it to you baby. Won’t be long now. Your cunt is gripping me like a vise.”
He rocks into you at a nice speed. Still not at his full potential because that means he would hurt you, since you’re not completely used to his size yet. That is something he’s saving for another time.
Right now, he rubs your clit as fast as possible, feeling your legs tighten around his hips. His own release building, nearing the point of no return. You’re not far behind. You keep your legs as wide as possible, giving him full access to you while accepting everything he gives you. You’re right there, at the brink of release. You just need a little more stimulation.
Leon suddenly stills, a loud groan leaving his mouth. His cock’s fully out, just the tip of it inside you. His fingers never stop rubbing your clit. His face is scrunched together, eyes closed like he’s in pain. You immediately worry.
“L-Leon…? Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” You mutter, ready to apologize.
He quickly shakes his head, his warm breath hitting your face. “No baby, it’s just… I can’t hold it in anymore. If I continue, I’ll cream your walls even before you’ve had a chance to cum. What kind of man would I be if I came before you, huh?” He says, trying to sound reasonable.
You’re not having it though. Once again he’s putting your needs before his and you’ve had enough of that. In one fluid motion you have raised your legs higher at his sides so now the heels of your feet are pushed against his behind. You push against his cheeks, pushing him closer against you, making him penetrate you once more.
A guttural groan leaves his mouth when he looks at you in betrayal. “You fucking minx. No, I-I cant…”
“You can, Leon. You’ve been looking after me ever since the beginning, never letting me out of your sight. Just let me take care of you for once. Cum inside of me Leon. It’s ok, I can cum after. I don’t mind.”
You rapidly push your hips up and down, squeezing him with your walls as hard as you can. His eyes are wide, mouth agape, completely vulnerable. And you know you have him right where you want him.
“Just let go, baby. I’ve got you this time. You’re safe.”
He can't hold back anymore. Now fully giving in to your actions, he ruts into you like a madman. He brings his face to your neck, unable to hold himself up any longer. His hair slightly falls in your face while he lets out sounds something between moaning and whimpering, almost speaking gibberish.
“Don’t deserve you… Y-You’re perfect… So good… Best fucking cunt. Like you were made for me. Shit baby, I’m cuming!”
Right after he says that, you feel his cock spasm. He pushes into you one final time, going as deep as possible. He spills inside of you, groaning your name like a prayer, breathing in your scent like it’s his source of life. Jet after jet of hot cum hits your cervix, marking you, claiming as his for all eternity. All you can do is take it. And you do so, gladly.
His hold on you is impossibly tight, his weight crushing you. So much so it almost becomes difficult for you to breathe. But do you mind? No. You absolutely relish in it. The way he’s groaning in your ear like his life depends on it. How you can feel his warm cum already trying to slip out of you, because it is too much for you to hold. How you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before, so beautiful, so completely bare. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Something that’s meant for you, and you only.
Slowly coming down from his high, you would think he needs to catch his breath for a second. But no… Instead of relishing in your warm embrace, he looks down at where the two of you are joined together. He rubs his fingers in a rapid pace again, continuing where he left off to build your own high. His face is still tucked against your neck, his movements against your clit relentless, his weight preventing you from running and forcing you to take it.
“F-Fucking hell, Leon!”
A dark, warm chuckle is felt against your neck. His tongue slips out, licking your neck before softly sucking at the skin.
“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby. One way or another. Don’t think I’m spent just because of that little trick you just pulled.”
He’s only playing with you. Teasing you until your bottom lip trembles. Is he a little frustrated you made him cum before you did? Yes. He’s a man after all. It’s his job to take care of you, to look after you, to make sure you come first, multiple times, always. Does that mean he hates you for it? No, absolutely not. To be honest, it felt nice to be taken care of for once. To have your arms around him, stroking his head, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while you milk his cock. Just the thought of it makes him want to come again.
You’re an absolute angel. His most prized possession. No one has ever taken care of him before. After having to fend for himself his whole life, it’s a nice feeling to know someone cares for him now the way he has always wanted. Ever since he had lost his parents, he had told himself it would only get better. It had to. But things, in fact, did not get better… Until he met you that is. He has finally found that comfort in you.
You own his heart. In more ways than one.
Bringing you to the brink of release, you almost scream his name into the air. Overwhelmed by the intense feeling of fullness and the delicious rubs against your center.
He’s mesmerized by you. Your warm, wet cunt still wrapped around his softening cock. His seed deep inside of you. Your moans, your whimpers, your legs, your hips, your tits... Everything.
“God please baby, let me feel you come around me. Just one more time. Know you can do it, sweetheart. Make me fucking proud.”
His words are slurred, but it’s the final push you need. Tipping over the edge, you come around him, your walls spasming, making him groan against your skin. “F-Fuck that’s it. That’s my good girl, shit baby…” He curses while also talking you through it. The feeling of you erupting around him sends him into a frenzy, his pride rushing through the roof.
After coming down from your high, you both lie there completely spent, the only sound in the room being both of your heavy breathing. You feel his lips against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. His eyes are on you while you look at the ceiling, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.
“You good, baby? Did you enjoy it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Leon asks, a little bit unsure because of your quietness. You turn your head to look at him now, your noses brushing against each other. You let out a soft giggle, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
“That… was amazing.”
He laughs now as well, his hand drawing small circles between your shoulder blades. “So I guess you liked it then?”
“I loved it.” You tell him. “I’ve never come so many times during sex before.”
“And I’ve never come that fast before.” He chuckles. You snort at his reaction.
His smile turns more tender, more intimate. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You know what he's saying those words for. For prioritizing his needs before yours, for taking care of him when no one else does. Your heart breaks at realizing he feels the need to thank you like you're just a stranger and not the woman in his life.
“Don’t have to thank me for something that’s so normal for me to do Leon. I want to take care of you. I love you.”
“I know, it's just..." He lets out a long sigh. "I love you too, sweetheart.”
His lips are on you once again. Not hungry or urgent like before, but slower, more passionate. Searching for that deep connection while tasting you. He takes his time, moving his lips slowly against yours. Feeling you up once again, hands caressing your waist. This is what you both needed. Some time alone, away from the world outside, with nothing but each other's company.
He breaks the kiss after a while, putting a small peck on the tip of your nose. “How about a nice, hot shower huh?”
You nod. “I’d like that.”
He lifts himself up on his elbows, your skin sticking to his caused by the amount of sweat you both lost. His limp cock slips out of you, an immediate trickle of his cum following. It forms a mixture together with your slick, the evidence of your lovemaking.
He looks at your cunt with a possessive look, mesmerized by your wet lips, almost zoning out. It’s a view he has imagined time and time again for only now to see you like this in the flesh. He reaches out, his thumb catching the bit of seed dribbling down your butt before slowly pushing it back into you. You gasp at the uninspected intrusion, but let him do as he pleases. Gently fingering you with his thumb, he watches as more cum leaks out before pushing it inside again.
“Is it… bad? That I want you to keep everything in?” He asks, whispering like it’s a secret. Too shy to utter the words. You giggle, cocking your head with slight furrowed eyebrows.
“Do you have a breeding kink, Mr. Kennedy?” You say seductively, teasing him.
He meets your gaze, a hidden playfulness behind his eyes. “With you… I think I have every kink there is out there.”
“Oh my God, Leon!” You are laughing heartily, your head thrown back. You reach up to swat his hand away from between your legs.
He joins you in your laughter, shaking his head. He stands up and reaches for his boxers, putting them on. He then offers you his hand, gesturing for you to take it. “Let’s go get that shower. Up you come.”
He pulls you up, his hands moving to your shoulders, steadying you until you’re standing straight. Only it doesn’t stay like that. You manage to stay up for a good five seconds until your legs start to wobble. Losing your balance, you almost fall back onto the mattress behind you. Leon’s quick to wrap his arms around you, pushing you flush against his chest.
“You good?” He asks a little worried. The feeling of your naked chest against his still sends shivers down your spine, even after everything you just did. His eyes search yours, checking to see if you’re feeling well. The truth is, you are feeling well. A little too well.
The events from before had taken away your ability to stand properly, your legs not able to hold your weight anymore. You chuckle at how oblivious he is. If only he knew how good he fucked you…
“I’m good, Leon. Very good actually. You really did a number on me.”
He looks a little confused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “I fucked you that good? You sure I didn’t hurt you?”
His warm breath hits your damp skin, sending goosebumps everywhere. You giggle, sending him a soft smile. “Leon, believe me when I say you didn’t hurt me at all. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. You just uh… have to help me right now, because I can’t feel my legs anymore.” You tell him, joking.
Pride swells in his chest, knowing he took you so well you’re not even able to walk for a while. Good… All the more reason to hold you against him as closely as possible for just a little longer. He grabs the key from the pocket of his sweats before reaching for the blanket on the mattress. He unfolds it before wrapping it around your shoulders, covering your body all the way down to your knees. Once he has you wrapped in like a little burrito, he puts one arm at your back, the other behind your knees. He lifts you up, holding you close against his chest, making his way towards the door.
“Where’re we going?” You ask, a little worried someone might see you. “Is there a shower up here?”
His grip slightly tightens around you. “There is one in the room next to this one.” Seeing your slight worried expression, his gaze softens. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see us.” He kisses your temple, unlocking the door before reaching for the handle.
Stepping into the hallway, Leon takes large strides towards the other room. Luckily it’s unlocked, like everything else on this floor.
You find yourself in an old bedroom, much like the one you’re staying in. Seems like Leon does too because he finds the attached bathroom immediately. He turns on the light before locking the door behind you. He gently sets you down on the closed toilet seat, giving your temple a quick peck before walking towards the walk-in shower. You watch as he turns on the shower tap. He holds his hand under the stream to check if the water is the perfect temperature. Once satisfied, he turns back to you.
“C’mon love, let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, taking off his boxers.
Removing the soft blanket from your body, he lifts you up, placing your legs around his waist. He walks into the shower, the warm stream touching your skin. You sigh in relief, fully relaxing in his arms. You feel Leon stroking your back softly, a smile of satisfaction and approval on his face.
“Hmmm that feels good, baby?”
You let out a hum of contentment, leaning your head against his shoulder, your nose brushing his neck. You close your eyes and lean in, pressing soft and gentle kisses on his wet skin. Your intimate gesture, how ordinary it may seem, affects him immediately. It makes more blood pump straight to his cock, his desire for you loud and imminent. He wills himself to calm down for your sake. He has worn you out already. You’re spent. There’s no way you can take him again.
“Lee, what’s wrong?” He hears you quietly mumble against his neck. His quickened heartbeat obviously didn’t go unnoticed by you. He quickly shushes you, not wanting you to feel like there’s a problem.
“ ‘S nothing love, just enjoy having you here with me, that’s all.” He tells you, never stopping the movements of his hand on your back. He closes his eyes, trying to think of anything but your luscious body pressed against him.
His desire ebbs away after a minute, his cock once again hanging limp between his legs. You’re both soaked now, the sweat washed away down the drain. Leon nuzzles his nose into your hair, kissing your earlobe.
“Gonna have to try standing up for me now baby. I’ve got to wash you.”
You nod, muttering a quiet ‘ok’ before you feel him slowly letting go of your thighs. Once your feet hit the white marble floor, you put your full weight onto your legs again. This time though you can stand up. The wobbly feeling is now completely gone. Leon notices but still doesn’t let go of you fully. One hand still at the small of your waist.
“You good?” He asks. You nod, sending him a sincere smile.
He starts washing once he’s sure you’re ok. There’s no soap or shampoo left in the abandoned room, so you just try to clean yourselves by using the water. His touch is gentle, hands gliding over your bare back before moving to your hair. He runs his fingers through it, careful to not hurt you when he finds a knot.
“You’ve got such beautiful hair. I’ve always wanted to run my fingers through it…” He almost whispers to himself, but you heard him.
“And now you can.” You grin. He moves closer, pressing his warm chest against your back, wrapping both of his arms around you from behind. He kisses the top of your head before he speaks again.
“Indeed sweetheart, I can. And I will, for many more years.” He promises you.
After a few more minutes of basking in the heat the shower provides, Leon turns off the tap before getting out. He reaches for two towels stacked on a cabinet near the sink. He passes one to you before unfolding his own. You both dry yourselves, the humid air making it difficult to see each other in the large mirror.
When you’re both completely dry, he puts his boxers back on, ready to make his way back to the conservatory. He wraps the blanket around you again, lifting you up into his arms.
“I can walk now, you know.” You grin. His growls softly in your ear, his grip only tightening.
“I know sweetheart. Just let me take care of you. You’re mine now.”
He turns off the light, getting out of the bathroom. Back at the conservatory, he locks the door once more, making sure no one walks in on you two. The sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor is the only sound you hear when he walks towards the mattress. He bends down, carefully placing you on the soft surface. He goes through the room, blowing every single candle out, covering you in darkness. The small lights from the city outside provide a calm and romantic view. Thankfully no one’s able to look inside where the two of you are since you’re higher up than everyone else.
You open up the blanket, making enough room for him to slide in next to you. Leon leans back against the pillow behind him, immediately opening his arms as a gesture for you to come closer. You do just that, placing your head on top of his chest, hearing his heartbeat while you wrap your arms around his waist. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction, feeling you pressed against him, utterly naked. You feel the fabric of his boxers against your hip and let out a disappointed huff.
“Take these off Lee.”
He complies, but it’s a little against his will. Don’t get him wrong, he wants nothing more than to lie naked next to you… But he might get hard again. And that’s something he’s trying to avoid.
Your cunt is still a bit sore after your union. Rubbing your thighs together, you try not to think too much about the ache.
Now both comfortable, completely wrapped in the blanket, you hold each other so intimately, feeling like it might be the last time you ever get the chance to do so. With his boxers now gone, you press yourself against him, intertwining your legs. You rub his back in comforting circles while nuzzling your face into his chest. Leon has one arm wrapped around your waist. The other around your shoulders. His hand caressing the back of your head.
The two of you are in your own little bubble, warm against each other, protected from the world outside.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You whisper against his chest. He presses his nose into your damp hair, giving your head a kiss. You continue. “With no one judging us or telling us what we’re doing is wrong.” He hums at your words, his grips growing tighter as to offer you some comfort.
“We can make that happen. I didn’t tell you we could make this work for nothing. We just have to give it some time, seek the right people who we can trust.” You look up when he speaks further, a sparkle of hope igniting. “I’ll have a talk with Chris… See what we can do… Maybe there’s a way for us to be together here. If not, we could always resign. Even though the DSO doesn’t want us to. We can run away. Hide somewhere we’ll never be found. I might have a few connections, people who can help us. I can keep you safe there. Keep this… love of ours safe.”
Your mind is a whirlwind. Anxious about the future and scared about how everything will go. But you trust Leon. With every fiber within you. If there’s a way for the two of you to be together, he’ll find it. You’ll follow him anywhere.
“I trust you, Leon.”
He hums at your words. “Anything for you baby. I’d do anything for you.”
Nuzzling further into each other, the night passes on. It must be way past midnight by now, but you don’t care. Time is irrelevant. You both end up talking for another hour. Conversing about how you both see the future. About how your lives were before you met one another. You tell him you never want to live another day without him. That he’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. He kisses you deeply, muttering against your lips how he needs you more than air itself, how his life revolves around you now, how he loves you more than anything in the world.
After a while it gets hard for you to stay awake, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. You close them, telling yourself it’s just for a second. But sleep pulls you under immediately. He lets you, feeling your soft, calm breathing against his skin. He checks the room with his eyes once more. An old habit, rooted into him, making sure no harm would come to you. He looks at you one final time, asleep, safe and sound in his arms. Giving your temple one final kiss, he lets his eyes fall shut. It doesn’t take long before his body fully relaxes and a deep, comforting sleep overtakes him.
You wake up to the first soft rays of sunlight peeking over the top of the buildings. The morning sun casts an orange glow on the conservatory, basking it in a warm, tranquil atmosphere. You squeeze your eyes shut, the light a little too harsh for your still sleepy mind.
You had turned around during the night, your back now turned towards Leon. His strong arm is still wrapped around you, keeping you close against his chest. His face is nuzzled in your hair, his slow, steady breathing hitting you in regular puffs. He’s still asleep.
Your mind goes back to the events from last night. You remember the way he took care of you, how he claimed your body. The way his face scrunched together when you finally took care of him. The evidence of his release is still embedded deep inside of you, a dribble coming out of your hole whenever you move.
He awakens only a minute after you. You notice by the slight stirring of his fingers against your skin and how his breathing changes. He starts moving after a few seconds, his grip on you tightening. Both of his arms now wrapped around you again in a possessive hold. You don’t know if he realizes you're already awake. But you decide to play dumb for a while. To see what he’ll do.
He presses himself fully against you, letting you feel his soft cock against your behind. You grow wet without realizing it, thinking of how he pushed into you last night. Of how his thick girth stretched you to the max. He groans in your ear, not trying to be sexual, but in a personal, intimate manner. Fully at ease having you against him fully naked.
He starts giving you slow, tantalizing kisses behind your ear, probably in an effort to awaken you. His hand reaches lower, barely touching your breasts before landing on your stomach. His thumb draws comforting circles there, the subtle action so beautiful and arousing to you. More wetness starts to pool between your legs. Your breath hitches, no longer able to prolong this act you’re playing. You squirm against him, involuntarily rubbing your behind closer against his cock.
He chuckles at your actions, a deep desire igniting deep within his lower belly. Though he keeps his thoughts at bay, not knowing your incredibly aroused yourself. He thinks it’s just your way of trying to get closer to him, and who is he to deny your wish.
A deep rumble escapes his throat. “Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”
His hoarse morning voice hits you like a truck, makes your abs tense and thighs squeeze more against each other. “Good morning, Lee.” Is the only thing you manage to get out. A whine slips from your lips, feeling his muscular thighs against your own. The weight of his body leaning onto you. You push yourself impossibly close, something primal taking over you. Not quite knowing how to ask for his special attention.
He hums approvingly in your ear. His own thoughts being anything but pure.
“Wanna be close to me, baby? Hmmm, you’re so warm…” He groans against your neck. His hand stops moving at your stomach and goes towards your waist instead, grabbing you more firmly.
You suddenly feel something stir behind you. A firm hardness rises, standing tall and ready against your lower back. His eyes grow wide immediately, his own body betraying him. He knows you can feel it as a small gasp leaves your lips. He’s ashamed, almost disgusted at himself for getting carried away like this. You have just woken up for goodness sake. You’ve been intimate with him only hours ago and he’s already asking for more. What on earth would you think of him?
Little does he know that the evidence of his arousal spurts you on even further. You want to invite him between your legs. Your sex wet from your slick, warm and ready for him.
He tries to move away from you, loosening his grip as a soft blush starts to form on his face.
“Shit love, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know how… Just give me a second…”
His arm slung around you is removed, his whole body moving away, making you let out a sound of disappointment. The cold air hits your back, sending shivers down your spine, missing the heat he provided. You turn your head in a flash, looking up at his half-lidded eyes. You reach for his cheek. He’s not looking at you. Too focused on getting his ‘situation’ settled again.
“You fucking morron… Getting hard like that…” You hear him mutter to himself. He freezes when he feels your hand against his cheek, his eyes weary, conflicted, frustrated with himself. You lean in while also pulling him down towards you.
Your lips are on his, the kiss demanding, stopping his troubled mind from spiraling any further. For a second he doesn’t know what to do, a little taken aback by your forwardness. But then he feels you push yourself against him again, feels your wandering hands slipping down towards his neck, hears you moan into the kiss… And just like that, he’s done for.
He groans, the feeling in his body returning. In the split of a second, he has his hands on both of your hips, pulling you back against him, against his hard, pulsating cock. You let out a whimper at feeling him behind you again. A sound that’s quickly muffled by his warm tongue slipping inside your mouth, dominating, meeting your tongue in a sensual dance. Gone is his embarrassment from before, replaced with the burning need to be inside of you again. God, how could he ever have doubted you. You’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.
His hand slips down from your waist towards the soft curls hidden at the apex of your thighs. You automatically open up for him, inviting him inside. Once his fingers go lower and he feels your absolutely soaked sex, he groans deeply into your mouth. A grunt escapes him as he breaks the kiss. His hand grasps your thigh, lifting it higher up to take a good look at you down there.
His eyes land on the wet sheen between your legs, your desire completely bare before him. Shining gloriously in the warm light the morning sun provides. He swallows thickly.
“Good fucking morning to you, baby. Holy shit, so fucking ready for me.”
His rough voice shoots straight to your core, giving you the urge to rub your thighs together. He refrains you from doing so, too immersed in watching your slick dribble from your core. All just for him.
“And here I thought I had to go easy on you, huh?” He says menacingly, a small smirk plastered on his face. He leans his head down towards your breast, licking a bolt stripe over the nipple. Your breathing becomes irregular. You wiggle your hips, trying to find some friction, anything that can give you the satisfaction you need. He chuckles darkly in your ear.
“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping for me. Christ…”
Your eyes are closed, fingers desperately grabbing the blanket for leverage. Leon brings his lips back to your neck and starts sucking the skin. Hard and persistent, not letting go. Making sure he leaves a mark there for everyone to see. To stake his territory.
“Fuck me, Leon. Please… Need you so bad…” You say, desperately clawing at his neck, begging him to do something.
His growl is dark and low, his lips leaving your neck. Before you even get the chance to react, you’re pushed onto your front, your face pressed into the pillow. He’s up behind you, pressing his weight on top of you. He moves your butt slightly up, giving him the best view of your slick heat. You feel him now, rubbing himself against the cleft of your ass.
“The amount of times I have imagined you sprawled out before me like a God damn feast…”
You interrupt him. Too impatient, too needy.
“P-Please, no more waiting… Take me, please…”
His expression shifts, going from calm and patient to dark and hungry. His hand reaches for the back of your head, wrapping around your hair, pulling it into a ponytail.
“So fucking needy… Want a real man to take care of you, huh? Want me to let out all my frustrations on you?”
“Y-Yes! Please Leon…” You’re interrupted by a pull on your hair. Your neck is arched, your mouth agape, your half-lidded eyes drunk from arousal. His naked chest makes contact with your back. His hot breath hits the back of your neck. Another growl emits from his throat.
“You better hang on, sweetheart. Because I ain’t going easy on ya.”
He enters you, hard, more urgent than yesterday. You hang on to the blanket, taking his cock, grabbing it like a vice. A loud moan escapes you, already too far gone to form a coherent sentence.
His dark laugh is the only thing you hear, combined with the sound of his thighs making contact with your ass. The noise is filthy, so obscene… You can do nothing but moan and take it. You feel his calloused fingers at your cunt, giving you the pleasure you’ve been searching for.
“S-Such a good girl. So perfect… My girl.”
He whispers more filthy things throughout your lovemaking, his movements on your clit never ceasing. He fucks you through it, harder and faster than you could have ever imagined. Chasing pleasure until you’ve both reached your peak.
You spent your morning like that. And the one after that. And the one after. Never getting tired of each other’s presence. Being close and intimate whenever you get the chance.
Yeah… You could definitely get used to this, to loving him.
3 months later
Somewhere in the outskirts of Raccoon City…
“Team Beta, there’s another horde headed your way. Stay sharp.”
You swallow thickly, hearing Chris’s voice through the intercom. Tightening your grip on the sniper rifle, you keep aiming at the small alley down the street.
Leon’s voice cuts through. “Duly noted, team Alpha. Over and out.”
The cold wind blows through your hair, the tips of your fingers becoming slightly colorless from the amount of time you’ve been lying on top of the roof. You’re on the seventh floor, a large open space with a hole in the middle where there was once a door, leading to the floor below. A few old, rusted satellite dishes had survived, all lined up next to each other on the far side of the roof. The metal softly cracks behind you, groaning with every gust of wind.
You’re lying at the edge, the barrel of your gun aimed down, waiting for the so-called ‘new wave’ of infected. Your eyes are sharp, ears peeled, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. You control your breathing, preparing yourself for the new onslaught.
“Easy tiger… Deep breath now. You can do it.”
You look away from the alley, slightly startled by Leon’s voice sounding through the intercom. Your gaze goes to the roof connected to yours.
He’s there, also flat on his stomach. A sniper rifle gripped tightly in his hands, gaze completely on you. Even from far away you can see his blue eyes piercing into you. There’s a soft smile on his face. A way of telling you it’s gonna be ok. Just like it always is.
You give him a nod in return, a small smile on your face. You turn your gaze back to the alley, looking through the scope of your gun. You slightly blush at the way he's watching you. Always on guard, even more so for you than for himself.
You listen to his advice, taking in a deep breath, willing your body to calm down. Seconds pass, and surely, one infected makes its way out of the alley. And then another, and another... Until a full horde of zombies is running onto the street.
You don’t hesitate. "Got visual, engaging right now." You say through the intercom. Leon follows suit. Both of you taking down infected, one after the other. You always aim for the head, only needing one bullet as you always tend to make a clean shot. The infected get no chance to run away, your reaction too fast for them.
Leon's trying his best. Of course, he always hits his target but he only manages to make body shots, making it seem like sniping is something only you excel at.
There's at least twenty infected on the street now, trying to get away from the onslaught Chris has put on them. He had drawn them out, using one of his grenades to send them running off like a herd of animals.
And if you’re wondering about where his fellow comrade, Jason, is… Well, Chris had decided it’s better for himself to work alone, feeling like the dynamic between him and Jason just didn’t work out anymore. He had disposed of the younger man, relying on you or Leon if he ever needed help. Leon might have given him a little nudge towards that decision, but who are you to judge? Back to the task at hand, it's up to you and Leon's to take out the infected as swiftly as possible.
You work like a well-oiled machine, your finger never hesitating to pull the trigger, killing every infected your eyes come across. You're so fast, you even take out a few infected running on Leon's side. His shots go straight through the chest, halting them but never enough to take them down. It’s your one bullet, going through the head, that kills them every single time.
You hear a low groan through the intercom. A sound you have grown to recognise all too well.
"Careful love… Or I might have to bend you over the nearest railing."
You almost choke on your own spit, eyes wide, the mission completely forgotten. His words tend to have that effect on you. You look at the other roof, searching for him. He's already watching you, a hungry mischievous look in his eyes.
Ever since the two of you have become intimate with each other, Leon has grown more bold in expressing himself. Especially when it comes to the whole sex department. He likes to tell you now whatever he’s got on his mind. What he wants and what he needs. He learned soon that whenever he wants to initiate sex, gets hard or wants to please you, he should just do it. Instead of holding back like he did in those first few weeks.
He used to hide his longing for you, thinking you’re not on the same page as him yet because you’re less experienced. Well… Let’s just say you taught him to act on his urges instead of holding himself back. You may be less experienced, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want it just as much. On the contrary, you’re convinced you’re needier for him than he is for you. A statement Leon will fight you on until his last breath.
You often argue about that. Which of the two loves the other the most. Neither of you give in most of the time, which often results in you ending up underneath him, your arms held above your head and your legs spread wide open for him. He’d dominate you, moan in your ear how much he loves you while taking what belongs to him. Something he has taught you over the past couple of months, is that It’s not your cunt anymore. It’s his. His to have, his to use, his to pleasure. With your consent of course. But when you give him that… A primitive side takes over him.
He’d rock your bodies together and rub your clit in the process. Whatever position you were in, he’d always please you. Whatever place you’d do it in, he’d always make sure you were enjoying it. The surface beneath you, whether it be a bed, a table, his Porsche… It would groan underneath his strong thrusting. The sound filling the space together with the obscene noise of your slick cunt and his body connecting with yours. His stamina would never waver, despite his age. Always making love to you until you have come at least a few times.
After that, he’d wrap his hand around your throat. Just softly squeezing, never enough to hurt you. He’d make you apologize to him. For doubting his love for you. For thinking anything could compare to the way he feels about you. Of course, he knows you love him, immensely so, but if anything were to happen to you… He’d burn down the world to find whoever was responsible.
You hear one of Chris's defeated sighs through the intercom just as Leon finishes his sentence. Leon sat down with him the next day after what happened at the conservatory. Never going into any details but explaining well enough what’s going on between you two. Chris had listened and told Leon he was a fool for throwing everything away for some ‘girl’ who’s younger than him. They had a little bickering about the subject, but in the end Chris realized this wasn’t something Leon would just forget about. He saw the way Leon looked at you, could see your love clear as day whenever the two of you were together. This isn’t just an ordinary fling. No, this is something far more precious.
Needless to say, Chris has grown accustomed to Leon’s lack of filter every time he talks to you. With the occasional eyeroll or irritated groan he’d get on with his day. Chris has known for a long time now, though he would never tell anyone. Leon made him promise that. And as a lifelong friend, Chris would honor that promise, having seen the way you’ve changed his best friend’s life for the better. He wouldn’t tell anyone. Not a living soul. Just as long as the two of you stay professional.
Grinning to yourself, you decide to tease Leon a little, continuing the exact same way as before. You keep track of which infected he shoots at, quickly aiming at its head to finish the job. He doesn’t say anything at first, thinking it was just coincidence, that you looked at the same infected at the same time, because your shot hit only milliseconds after his one. But then you do it again a moment later to another infected he’s shooting at. And then to the one running after that, and the one after that, and after that… It’s after you steal his sixth kill, you start to hear his heavy breathing through the intercom again.
“You are treading on very thin ice, my love…” You stop aiming and look towards him again. Leon’s blue eyes seem to have turned red from the fire burning within. You feel yourself getting excited, seeing the little smirk plastered on his face. He’s only playing with you. Trying to see how far you’d go to get him riled up. He told you once how hard he gets whenever he sees you like this. Shooting a gun, all brave and independent. Excelling at a man’s job.
You only return his smirk, sending him a wink. “You’ve just got to be quicker than me, Kennedy. Aim higher.”
His low growl goes through the intercom, making the little hairs on your body stand up and your heart beat in anticipation. His knuckles have turned white from gripping his rifle too hard, the veins in his arms protruding as his lustful gaze remains on you. Challenging you. Waiting to see what you’ll do next.
You heard the sound of a soft beep, meaning you have lost connection with someone. When you look at your phone, lying on the concrete next to you, you see Chris has decided to shut his earpiece off.
Now with no one able to hear what’s being said between you and Leon, you decide to go a little further.
Looking back through the scope you look at the remaining two infected running in the middle of the road. It almost looks too easy. You take one while Leon kills the other… Should be quite simple, right? Unfortunately for him, that’s not something you feel like doing.
You aim your rifle, having them both in your vizor. You don’t shoot yet, waiting for the right moment, index finger ready to pull the trigger. Leon’s ahead of you, not noticing what you’re up to. His shot is quiet and precise, thanks to his silencer. The bullet misses the head once again and goes through the chest. The infected almost loses his footing, stumbling backwards, aligning perfectly with the second infected running behind it.
You take the shot. Your bullet flies straight, going not only through the first zombie’s head, but through the second one as well. Blood splatters everywhere as you put them down in a mere second. Turns out, Leon only helped you take the perfect shot, instead of showing you who’s boss.
With the last infected down, it becomes eerily quiet. The blowing wind is the only sound your ears are able to register.
A few seconds pass before you dare look to your right again. Your blood runs cold, your breath hitches, when you realize... Leon's not there anymore. The spot he had been lying in for a good thirty minutes, is now completely empty. No sign of him whatsoever.
You raise yourself up on your knees, your eyes wide and lips slightly parted, worried that something might have happened to him. You reach for the handgun strapped at your side, ready to get up and search him.
You stop your movements when all of a sudden, you feel a presence behind you, soundless, lurking, trying to get closer to you without you noticing. You quickly turn around, still on your knees, and aim your gun at the suspected threat. Only to find Leon at the other end of the gun. Your Leon.
His sniper rifle was slung over his shoulder, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He takes off his combat gloves while stalking closer towards you, a predatory glint in his eyes, like he's preparing himself to pounce at you. He sees the gun in your hand, but never falters. He knows you'd never hurt him.
"Oh you've done it now, sweetheart..."
His words are careful, said almost like a threat. But you know deep down that he's just teasing, itching to get his hands on you. To take some form of revenge for outshooting him like that. You lower your gun and put it back into the holster, raising one leg to place your foot on the ground. You carry a mischievous glint in your eyes, ready to play this game with him. Ready to take on the challenge.
He notices your stance, how tense your body is. How you're preparing yourself to make a run for it. He laughs to himself. Something you still need to learn is that, no matter how hard you try, you can never run away from him. Oh how fearless you are. His brave little soldier…
Everything happens in the split of a second. One moment you’re on your knees, and the other you’re diving to the right. You push yourself onto your feet, willing your legs to start moving as you run off into a sprint. You hear Leon’s roar of laughter behind you, the loud thumping of his footsteps as he runs after you.
When you turn around, you see him hot on your heels. You let out a playful shriek, quickening your pace even more. Nearing the edge, you prepare to jump to the roof Leon was on. A distance that is easy to cross.
Leon runs after you like his life depends on it, needing to wrap you in his arms. Have you with him, safe and sound. These past couple of months, he has finally been happy. In love and thankful for how things turned out. To spend every living moment with the woman he’d sacrifice anything for.
You. His love. His reason to live.
His new purpose.
The End ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
Author's note: I'm so sorry if the grammar sucks in this. Also feel free to tell me if the smut is terrible so I can never write it again lol. Anyway if you made it this far... Thank you so much reading my work and for all your support! <3 ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
Well this is the end of 'A New Purpose' I guess. I may return in the future and write a spin-off for this series, but I'm not sure yet. If you're interested, let me know what you would like to see!
I changed the lay-out of my fic for this as well. I wonder if you guys like this more than how I did it previously...
You and Leon Kennedy collide like stars—over and over and over again. It is as devastating as it is inevitable, and maybe there is some comfort in knowing that you will always find your way back to each other.
A slightly canon-divergent retelling of the events of the Resident Evil series. Each chapter focuses on a different game/movie in the series with little interludes sprinkled in between.
❖ chapter 1: spite & idealism
❖ interlude: as soon as you're gone
❖ chapter 2: choke on the marigold // part 1 - part 2
Bread and Circuses - Leon Kennedy x Reader (Fever Saint Part 10)
Summary: You both just barely got Ashley back. Now, she's being taken away again.
Authors Note: Slightly shorter chapter than normal due to the most godawful case of writers block, but I hope ya'll enjoy it despite that!
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“Leon, the stairs!”
It happens all too fast.
He’s just barely gotten you both back by his side. One moment, you’re all in the middle of the castle entrance, Ashley beside him as he helps you along. The next, there’s at least half a dozen cultists charging up the stairs towards you all.
Ashley steps back instinctively, finger still pointing towards the attackers.
He isn’t expecting slats of metal to fall heavily between him and her.
The cage is gleaming. Metal and gold are intricate, interlocking in front of his eyes. Next to him, still half supported by his body, he can hear you let out a rally of curses.
Across from him, separated by bars, Ashley’s eyes have gone wide in terror. She’s looking between you both and the attackers, head whipping around, mouth agape.
“Ashley!” Leon barks. It seems to get the girl out of her head just enough for her to understand his next words. “Run!”
“GO!” You’re screaming at her, and the girl doesn’t hesitate again. With a gasp, she throws one foot in front of the other, and starts running. She barely gets through a door before cultists are throwing themselves at the wood of it. To Leon’s relief, the girl seems to have locked the door before they could get through.
The relief doesn’t last long. Black robes drop from above, landing directly in front of him.
On instinct, he brings his foot upwards, landing a strong kick directly into the cultist’s chest. It sends them reeling back, and the opening is all he needs to land a shot directly in its head. It drops with a wet slap.
In the corner of his eye, another man is rushing up, arms outstretched towards you this time. You seem to have already seen it, your body dropping backwards to the ground before you fire your shotgun.
Smart, he thinks. With your condition, the recoil of that gun has been hard on you. Plus, with your injury only getting worse, it probably would have thrown you back this time. By getting down to the floor, the weapon’s force can’t disorient you further. When another attacker charges up, your legs sweep to the side, throwing them off of their feet til they’re at your level on the floor.
Leon is quick to plant his foot down onto their neck. He can’t help but grimace when he feels bone snap in half beneath his feet.
His head whips around.
Around him, there’s no more enemies. The rest of them must have gone off to pursue Ashley. It makes something uneasy land in his stomach. He hopes that the girl is going to be able to get away.
At his feet, you give a low groan of pain and exhaustion.
“You okay, Rabies?”
He’s lowering himself to the ground now, hand coming to your arm to ground you. He can’t imagine how bad your shoulder must be feeling. He can practically see it angrily pulse beneath the bandages.
Your eyes close, a dry hiss escaping between clenched teeth. “Do you think she’ll be okay?”
Leon nods. “She’s smart. I know she’ll be able to hide. The only question is,” He glances around you both, “How the hell are we going to get out of this oversized dog kennel?”
When your eyes open again, your pupils are unsteady, shakily looking around yourself. “Check the bodies for a key, maybe? I don’t-” Your head falls back against the ground again, “I don’t think we can climb the bars.”
“Will do.” He’s already moving to the bodies, his hand making quick work to pat them down. He curses when no keys can be found. “Nothing. Fuck.”
Shakily, you’re pushing yourself back, sitting up against some of the bars. “Shit. Maybe Ashley will find something."
A scoff. “I sure hope so. If not…”
He doesn’t bother finishing the sentence. Instead, he sits himself down across from you, one of his legs drawn up to his chest while the other outstretches. His handgun is still held loosely in his hand, the other planted firmly against the floor.
In the quiet surrounding him, his brain starts to wander.
First, it goes to Ashley. The poor girl. She must be terrified right now, running through the castle, trying to find a way to help. He doesn’t want to think about what will happen if she gets caught.
Next, his mind falls to you.
You’re still across from him, your head resting against the cold metal bars as your hand clutches your shoulder. Sticky red has soaked through the bandages, staining your fingertips. For some reason, even with the crimson in front of him, he can’t help but think about what you said earlier. What you said to Ashley as she sobbed, your eyes gentle and calm despite the pain shooting through your body.
“I worked in a hospital.”
Somehow, just a few words mean both so much and so little.
Leon isn’t stupid. He knows that no one chooses this line of work. He sure as hell hadn’t. He knows that you probably didn’t do this voluntarily either. If it wasn’t for the people in charge threatening Sherry years ago, he would have told them to go fuck themselves when they asked him to join.
He remembers the way you had frozen when Ashley had questioned you about your prior work. Why you had become an Agent. Part of him wonders if she knew just exactly how the government acquired people to do this.
“Earlier…” He starts talking before he can stop himself, fingers clenching around the grip of his handgun. “What did you mean? About working at…?”
“At a hospital?” One of your eyes cracks open, pupil watching him tiredly.
He nods slowly, as if moving too quickly will shatter the fragile peace around you both.
You give an exhausted scoff, “Didn’t realize you were that observant, Kennedy.”
His fingers raise defensively, “I don’t need an answer. Just… Curious.”
For a moment, there’s silence again. Your head rocks unsteadily against the bars behind you, face tilted upwards towards the ceiling.
When you speak again, your voice is quiet. Soft, even.
“... I was a nurse. Pediatrics."
Suddenly, a lot of things make a hell of a lot more sense.
His brain thinks back to the events of the past day. The way you had instructed him how to treat your wounds. The way your hand had gone to Ashley’s head, feeling for fever. How you had helped him pack your wound with practiced hands.
How, with each step, you were ready to reassure Ashley that she was doing okay.
He hesitates before speaking again, mouth hanging open.
“... How long were you a nurse?”
A soft, almost wistful smile from you, coming through the pained look in your eyes.
“Only a few months.”
Part of him can’t imagine it. The idea of a new nurse, happy and bright, doesn’t match with the person before him. Bloodied. Bruised. A hollowness behind the eyes that matches his own. The images don’t match in his head. The idea of you, clad in pink patterned scrubs and fun little pins, doesn't feel like it could ever have been a reality.
Still, he finds himself asking, “Did you like it?”
A pained chuckle falls from your lips.
“I loved it.” Your hand drops from your shoulder to the floor, a streak of blood staining the tiling. “Kids are more honest than adults. If they’re happy, they tell you. If they’re scared, they tell you. If they think your scrubs are ugly…” A small, disbelieving noise, “They definitely tell you that.”
He can’t help but laugh a little with you, even as another rivulet of blood drips between the bandages, trailing lazily down your bicep.
“You miss it, I’m guessing?”
Another nod, your lips pursing and eyes clenching shut. “Every damn day. You know, sometimes, I still wake up expecting another 12 hour shift.”
“I could argue that this is just a multi day long shift.”
Your head shakes a little, like you’re trying to clear the fever haze from your brain. “What about you? What did big bad Mr. Kennedy do before this shit happened?”
For a moment, all he can do is sigh, his mind flashing back to that fateful day 6 years ago. The smoke and the screams. Faces and places that are now carved into his soul, haunting his dreams at night. Part of him never wants to think of that day again. Another part of him knows that he’ll never forget it.
“Cop.”
A tired scoff leaves you, followed by another pained sigh. “Really? How long?”
He shrugs. “About 6 hours.”
There’s more questions you want to ask him. He knows it. The same goes for him towards you. But, both of you sit there in silence, the void thick between you two. There are too many questions, with answers he feels neither of you want to say.
What happened?
Why are we here now?
Why did life have to turn out this way?
Instead, he goes back to peering out of the bars, watching for movement beyond the enclosure. It reminds him of those animals in a circus. Abused and bruised, locked behind a cage that they had no hope to leave. Maybe they feel similar to how he feels now. Maybe they’re like him. Worth more than the life they were forced to lead.
Just like them, he had no choice in the matter either way.
IM BEGGING FOR A TOUCH-STARVED SOFT LEON (RE9) WITH A YOUNGER READER PLEASEEEE LET THIS MAN BE SOFT AND SPOILED AND HAPPYYYY
Just A Touch Of Your Love
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader)
A/N: Hey, thank you so much for your request! Yes to soft and happy Leon! Your begging has been heard and answered, and I hope this is what you had in mind hehe. I tried to make it as soft as possible. Enjoy! Much Love, Shell xo
Warnings: Age Gap (Reader in her 30s, Leon around 50) only Fluff!
Summary: Leon is touch-starved. Of course, he would never show this in public, but as soon as the two of you are alone, he can't help but crave your touch.
You and Leon were at a party at Chris’s house. He had invited you over, along with other friends and colleagues, for a few drinks, food, and a little chit chat.
For over four years now, you’ve been together with him, two of them being married, and his friends have immediately welcomed you into their group. You had been nervous at first, since you were a few years younger than all of them, but your worries had been unfounded.
Leon always told you that you were keeping him young and alive. Not only because of the age difference, but because you always managed to make him smile with one of your jokes or by simply beaming at him.
My Sunshine was one of his favorite nicknames for you, and that seemed to be true. Whenever he returned home from a mission and saw you lying in your shared bed, tired because it was way too late, but with a soft smile playing on your lips, he knew that life was worth living.
Currently, you were both sitting on the couch, drinks in hand, listening to the others' stories and jokes. It was honestly just a really nice and relaxing evening, without having to worry about any mission or other life-threatening events that were usually interrupting your peace.
Still, you sensed that Leon couldn't fully relax. His shoulders were tense, his jaw slightly clenched, and whenever he smiled, it was that kind of smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. You knew him well enough to notice that this man was still stressed. No surprise, given the workload he carried.
When no one was looking, you gently reached out to him, caressing his neck and occasionally playing with his soft hair. You knew how much he liked it when you touched him so gently and carefully. His shoulders relaxed slightly, falling into the featherlight brushes from your hand.
With a satisfied smile, he locked eyes with you, a quiet thank you coming from his lips that only you could hear. You felt warmth spread through your body when he looked at you that way.
“Oh, look who is getting soft.” You could hear the teasing voice of Chris, who had turned his attention to you and Leon, wiggling his eyebrows.
Leon sat up a little straighter, almost as if he was trying to rebuild the armor that he always wore in social settings.
He rolled his eyes playfully at his friend's words. “Are you jealous, Redfield?” he shot back.
“Not really. Just wondering when you’re gonna start purring like a cat,” Chris laughed, taking another sip of his beer before turning his attention to you. “Is he doing that sometimes? Purring like a cat?” he asked teasingly.
“I guess you’ll never find out,” you said, winking at Chris. Immediately, a murmur went through the crowd, followed by laughter coming from various people.
You grinned quietly to yourself, not wanting to expose Leon to his friends like this. Still, Chris’s accusation wasn’t that far from the truth. Whenever you two were alone, Leon couldn’t keep his hands to himself, always finding excuses to touch you.
Whether it was just a quick hug, a kiss to your forehead, or just holding your hand for a while. He enjoyed it even more when you took the first step by cuddling him or massaging his temples whenever he was brooding too much.
After the little banter between Leon and Chris was done, you both decided to head home. It was getting late, and you both were exhausted from the previous week.
“It was a fun evening,” you said once you got into the car, putting on your seatbelt.
“Yeah it was,” Leon hummed, somewhat absentmindedly as he drove off. He still looked tense. His grip on the steering wheel was a little too tight, his gaze fixed intently on the road ahead.
“You look so tense,” you remarked cautiously.
“Hm?” he said questioningly, glancing briefly at you. “I’m just tired,” he added with a slight smile and looked straight ahead again.
His free hand reached over and took yours, his thumb stroking soothingly over the back of your hand.
You smiled and squeezed his hand a little tighter.
“I was worried Chris’s jokes had gotten to you,” you chuckled.
He laughed softly and shook his head. “Trust me, it takes a little more than a soldier with bad jokes”
He looked over at you again. “Besides, I know he’s just jealous,” he grinned, pulling your hand toward him to gently kiss it. “Because he knows I hit the jackpot with you.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you teased, though clearly enjoying his compliments.
“And yet you love me,” he winked at you before looking back on the road again.
“I do” You laughed shyly and snuggled closer into his jacket, which he’d draped over your shoulders before the drive.
When you got back home, Leon was immediately behind you, helping you out of the jacket and sneaking his arms around you. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. You giggled when you felt his stubble ghosting over the softness of your skin.
“You smell so good, Baby. Like coming home. Literally,” he muttered, inhalting your scent once more.
You sighed as you eased into his embrace, letting your head fall back against his broad chest.
“I love it when you’re like this,” you whispered.
“Like what?” he mumbled, his voice muffled as he kissed the top of your head.
“So…..touch-starved,” you said with a small smile.
“What?”
“Touch-starved,” you repeated, looking up at his confused face.
“Is that one of those new words I don’t know? Did you get that from one of these social media sites you’re always scrolling through?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
You laughed. “No, this is a normal word, Leon. You are just hungry for physical touch and I love that. I love how soft and needy you get. Really,” you explained, caressing his arms that were still wrapped around you.
He continued to hold you close, burying his face in your neck once again. “Well if it means that I can’t get enough of you and want to hold you close forever. Then yes, I guess I am,” he grinned, now placing a few kisses on your skin.
“That’s exactly what it means,” you sighed contently, closing your eyes and simply enjoying the intimate moment you both shared. It was not sexual, not charged, it was just holding each other, relishing the closeness.
“You know what I love?,” he whispered into your ear.
“Hm?” you asked.
“You. I love you,” he said with a small smile playing on his lips.
“I love you too Leon,” you whispered back.
After a while of him just holding you, you eventually went to your shared bedroom. While you were still busy in the bathroom, taking off your make-up and brushing your teeth, Leon was already in bed. He was looking through some of his messages that still needed to be answered, his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
“Weren’t you the one who scolded me for being on my phone so late? I think you even told me it’s not good for my eyes or something,” you grinned as you quickly slipped under the soft covers.
“Well, this is work related. I’m not watching cute puppy videos until late into the night,” he answered smugly, watching you over the top of his glasses. He looked like a professor scolding you for being late to his lecture. And yeah, maybe you kind of liked that look on him.
“Hey, last time I watched them without you, you complained because you wanted to see them too. Because – again- you were being soft,” you smiled.
He rolled his eyes playfully, taking off his glasses and putting it on the nightstand table, along with his phone.
“Alright, alright. I guess the texts can wait,” he admitted.
“Very well,” you smiled triumphantly, cuddling yourself into the covers. He watched you for a moment with a loving gaze, before gently extending his arm.
“C’mere,” he muttered, gesturing with his head toward his chest. You immediately moved closer to him, putting your head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.
“This is a much better evening program anyway,” he mumbled, pulling you a littler closer.
One of your legs was draped over his, your arms wrapped around each other as if neither of you wanted to let go of each other ever again.
“Was it only this? That you were touch-starved? Or is it something else? Because you really seemed deep in thought earlier,” you asked softly, searching for his eyes.
He sighed, kissing your temple before answering.
“I have to leave again next week. And I….I feel like with every mission, I just miss you more and more,” he admitted, laughing half-heartedly. “Maybe it’s the age. I’m getting sentimental”
You felt a little sting in your heart, remembering the fact that he was leaving you so soon again. When would you ever get used to that?
“It’s not the age. Because I feel the same way,” you said honestly. “And I’m younger than you,” you added with a smirk.
He tickled you a little, causing you to fall on your back again. He slowly he leaned himself above you, watching you intently.
“Thanks for the reminder, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically before he fully leaned down to kiss you.
“Or maybe Chris was right,” he muttered between kisses. “I am really getting soft”
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso, ready to fire back another cheeky remark but he beat you to it.
“Enough talking. Let me just kiss you, god damn,” he mumbled as your lips melted against each other, soft and tender, and yet so intense that it sent butterflies to your stomach.
One thing was clear. No matter what the reason was, you loved this man. With all your heart and with everything you had. Unconditionally.
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notes. just some headcanons about leon <3 not a lot but still wanted to jot them down 😝 i did add which version i wrote in mind with, but you could read it for whichever vers. you like the most 🫶 testing a new format out 🫡
[ re9 ] leon’s not really a tattoo man. his skin is free of ink. however, he decided to get one tattoo, and it’s dedicated to you.
he lets you choose which one you’d prefer him to get. do you want your eyes or your name? whatever you choose, he gets it on his forearm, where it’s visible for anyone to see whenever he rolls his sleeves up. it’s dangerous for him to wear his wedding during missions, but he needs something to show he’s a taken man.
leon does not play the work wife & work husband. he genuinely despises it. why does he need a wife at work? the only time he has one is when you are working with him, his wife.
when he was younger, he had trouble figuring out when a woman was interested in him. she used to have to come out straightforward for him to realize, “oh, she was flirting with me.”
if a female colleague of his ever gets too close, he’s doesn’t let it fold out. he puts an end to it at that very moment. on the off chance one of them “jokingly” calls herself his work wife, oh, he gets really pissed off.
all of a sudden, the organized leon kennedy needs an assistant to handle his files and help ease his workload for a bit. it just so happens that his temporary assistant (you) that starts the following week shares the same last name as him.
[ di ] leon prefers to have old technology. his little flip phone is cute, and it shows his age.
he has no hate towards modern technology. he knows how to use it, and has a work phone issued by the DSO. when it comes to his personal life, he wants to detach himself from all the screens and high tech. you understand his reasoning and can’t blame him, as much as you hate his terrible reception and having to wait to show him a picture of something interesting that happened earlier in the day.
all the photos he has on his phone are low quality pictures of you. he changed his wallpaper, and he flips open his phone dramatically to stare at the grainy image.
another thing he likes to do is bring digital cameras to trips and vacations. takes his time to get them printed out, carefully sets them in an album and labels it with the place you went to visit.
[ bonus ! ] the small box next to the one that contains your jewelry is his. inside are wallet sized pictures of you. he likes to switch out at the start of each week. though, it’s easy to tell which one is his most favorite, considering it’s rather worn out.
SUMMARY: nothing crazy, really… just you and Leon trying something new!
CONTENT: 18+ - mdni! piv - THEE. PRONE BONE SESSION (I drool), headlockinggg, reader’s a bit subby/soft-dom leon (maybe?), creampie, heavy petting, praise kink goes crazy in this. I implied that reader is a bit curvy/chubby, but it’s still fairly neutral so read it however you want. a really messy alternating pov but whatever. lovey dovey shit fr fr.
WC: 1.7k
NOTES: this is nothing more than a leon kennedy’s moobs-and-biceps appreciation fic (inspired by “my moon my man” by feist). **also! I had re4r Leon in mind while writing this but it’s not at all specified so you can honestly imagine whatever Leon you want.**
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“You okay, baby?” Leon cooes low at you, his voice smooth and dangerously molten.
“…H-hmm—uh huh.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Your boyfriend’s mouth drags along the ridge of your shoulders. With a light kiss of his teeth, and a few well-placed tentative licks to the sticky skin, he’s making the concerted effort to claim all of you. His. His, as you’ve been countless times before. His, as you will always be.
Your throat is dry; hoarse and cracked, and he hasn’t even entered you yet—but you can’t help it. He had already pulled one orgasm out of you earlier with his mouth and his hands, but now, as he pins you to the bed with his knees and chest, you swear you might come again at any moment.
You’re incredibly sensitive right now, having already been keyed up so high. Leon, of course, has absolutely no problem using this fact to his advantage.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he says quietly, warm breath curling around your ear.
“What?” you hiccup.
“You’re shivering.”
As if to prove his point, his hands—calloused and strong from years of use—dance along your sides. They move from the dip of your hips to where your breasts bulge at their sides.
Sighing, you say, “Well, when you do that…” and bury your face into the mattress.
Leon laughs and your body absorbs it like it’s your own. As if your bones are conductors, the sound sends an addictive jolt to the pulsing organ in your chest and between your thighs.
“We don’t have to do this, you know, if you’re too nervous.”
You’re quick to shake your head and even quicker to arch back into him. A little absently, you think then about how in this position, you two slot perfectly together—like you were made to fit.
“Want to,” you add weakly. “Wanna do this with you, Lee. Please.” For good measure (as if your words in all their breathy, whiney nature weren’t indicative of how you felt), you start to roll your hips back. Leon groans loud.
His flushed, hot tip rests just inches away from your weepy hole. He watches you flutter on nothing; as the slick pooling there catches the silvery moonlight strobing through the bedroom window. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. God-sent and lovely and all his. To take, to have, to hold…
Your hips move again, slowly, dangerously, and Leon stops you with a hard hand to the dip of your spine, making you squeak. “Baby…” he warns.
“Leon, please. Please, honey…wan’ you so much.”
Leon inhales, all sharp and shaky. “Alright…yeah, yeah, okay. …Whatever you want, baby.” He kisses your spine once more as he crawls up your body.
With his thighs bracketing yours, he pushes down on you with the hard line of his abs. His pecs—all swollen and round and slick with sweat—cement to your shoulders. The sheer mass of his body feels as if it’s swallowing you whole. You preen at the contact, letting out a mewl so pathetic you even surprise yourself.
Gradually then, with the kind of control and calculation he exhibits at work, Leon pushes his thick head through your gummy walls. He’s so painfully hard that it takes everything in him to go slow. And, by the time his pelvis is flush to your ass, he already feels spent.
The crook of Leon’s chin hooks around your shoulder ensuring his face is firmly pressed against yours. He pants heavy in your ear, and out of the corner of your vision, you see his face flush a berry-red.
“Fuck, baby. You—shit—y’feel—”
“Leon…‘m ready.”
The man nods, mainly to himself, before pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. Slowly—just as slowly as he entered you—his hips draw back. The languid drag of him has you grasping aimlessly at the sheets; the thick vein that curves around his even thicker cock is relentless in catching the ridges of your walls. In this position, you’re able to feel all of him. “God, Leon...”
Of course, sex with Leon has always been something else entirely…but this? There aren’t enough words in any language to describe the way you’re feeling right now.
“I know, baby, I know. I need you just as bad,” Leon purrs. You just nod along, jaw falling as Leon slowly slides back into you. He braces himself then, arching and tightly curving over your figure.
“How do you want it, baby? Like this?” His hips speed up then, shallow thrusts that have your thighs immediately stinging with the friction of being stationary. Still, you groan, eyes rolling back into your head as he keeps pace. After a while, Leon shifts over top of you again. “Or do you want it like this?” With steady hips, he suddenly slams forward, the action practically punching your soul straight out of your body. You cry when his head shoves directly into that spongey notch deep inside you.
Desperately, you reach for the hand braced by your head. Leon locks your fingers with his before bringing them to the soft skin of his mouth.
“Hm, you like that?” You try to crane your head so that you can meet your boyfriend’s eyes, but Leon ‘tsks’ at you. You aren’t at all ashamed by the attempt or his response, though. It’s done without any sort of malice. Nothing more than light teasing, born from a place of reverence and pure, unadulterated love. “Use your words, baby. Gotta know you want it. Need to know I’m making you feel good, y’know?”
“Shit, Le—yes. Yes, like that. Fuck—“ you manage to eventually get the words out, only for another thrust to leave you blubbering.
Leon lets go of your hand, but only for the briefest of moments, before his fingers come up under your jaw. He cradles your face as he finds your mouth, a curtain of his blonde hair hanging low over your eyes. He licks at your own tongue, at the corners of your lips, behind your teeth… Any and every inch of space he can reach becomes learned in a matter of seconds (as if he already wasn’t so intimately accustomed).
Because of the pillow beneath your hips, Leon’s able to fix his grip on you every once in a while—whether the pads of his fingers are digging into the tempting plains of your waist, or the fat of your shuddering thighs. Each thrust has his pubic bone bouncing against your ass in an even, but incredibly hard-hitting pace.
Leon nips at your earlobe, gently tugging on the loose flesh so as strengthen (or perhaps ground) his dwindling resolve. In little time, he feels the effects of his impending orgasm: his balls tightening against your puffy clit, dick swelling deep within your walls…
You’re just so warm, and so wet, and so…so good to him, so good for him, Leon can’t resist the flurry of emotions threatening to escape him. “Fuck, I love you. Love you so much, baby. Always so tight for me. Shit. Y’love sucking me in like this, don’t you?”
“Leon…” is all you can manage to say. It’s the only warning your hazy brain can conjure up; the only thing on the tip of your tongue other than another strangled whimper.
Leon understands though. He always does.
You’re close. Really, really close. The sound of your squelching slick as he rifles through you over and over; the way your spine arches and your feet start to helplessly kick out from beneath you—it’s all the confirmation he needs.
The muscles in his arms have begun to strain, a sharp tightness that blooms from his wrist all the way up to his shoulders. He takes the opportunity then to collapse onto you, carefully accommodating some of his weight with his knees so as not to smother you entirely (though he would without question if that’s what you asked).
The sounds of your whines pitch higher and higher with every snap of his hips. You’re shaking again, though this time it’s for sure an unconscious act. In relieving his arms from the awkward angle, Leon’s able to wrap an arm around your head, and you nearly choke on spit when you realize what he’s doing.
Leon’s arm—meaty bicep, veins, and all—rests safely against your collarbone, holding you snug to his chest. His cheek is pressed to yours again, so close that you’re convinced you’re practically becoming one (as if you haven’t already…). You’re both two halves of one heart stitched together; all haphazard, but terrifyingly real.
“I need you to come for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you make a mess for me?” His voice is a beautiful ragged sound—one that in any other situation would have you pushing your hips back to meet his. But not this time. Leon has you locked in place, pliant and safe as the knot of your orgasm pulls tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
So with that, you opt to just nod into Leon’s arm, albeit rather weakly. Suddenly, you feel a different kind of pressure come up between your hips.
Leon somehow managed to sneak his free hand down to your cunt, calculated fingers once again toying with your clit in easy circles. And that alone that has you coming with a sharp and stuttered gasp. While you shudder and twitch, Leon continues his ministrations; humping and grinding into you while his own release crests.
He grunts and huffs as he spills into you, as if his fucked-out body can’t decide on which sound it wants or needs to make. Regardless, all that really matters is that you’re holding on tight to him, whispering something about how good he makes you feel and how much you love him.
Of course, Leon has to return the sentiment tenfold. He doesn’t say it exactly like how you did (he’s never been the best with words), but as he cleans you up, petting your head and kissing everywhere the damp cloth doesn’t—from the inner curve of your knee, to your navel, to the hollow of your throat—he knows that you understand.
Because this is how you love each other. You, through your words, and him with his actions and adoring eyes.
Multi-chapter fic covering the events of RE4 with you and Leon both on the mission to rescue Ashley.
Sequel to Between the Bones, but can be read in isolation!
tags: MDNI, gender neutral reader, angst, past relationship(s), trauma, PTSD, slow burn, eventual romance, rekindling a romance, eventual smut, psychological horror, body horror, violence, flashbacks/nightmares, blood/gore, reader has scars but no other physical descriptions used, some canon divergence
Chapter 1: The Calling
Chapter 2: Reunion
Chapter 3: The Search
Chapter 4: Orders and Agreements
Chapter 5: The Drive
Chapter 6: Eyes in the Dark
Chapter 7: The First Offering
Chapter 8: The Chainsaw
Chapter 9: Broken Blades
Chapter 10: Crow and Condor
Chapter 11: Be Not Afraid
Chapter 12: Ghosts
