Leon S. Kennedy

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.

Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.

He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.

The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.

His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.

Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.

He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.

"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"

Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.

"Fuck, you taste amazing..."

"That's it, baby...fuck, I wanna feel you doing that around my cock next," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. He wanted to ease her further up the mattress and slide his cock inside of her, but he also knew she likely needed a moment to breathe after an orgasm that intense.

He began kissing his way up her body, then, taking his time and paying special attention to her breasts as his hips settled between her legs again.

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.

Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.

He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.

The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.

His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.

Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.

He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.

"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"

Her eyes widened slightly fingertips coming to rest against her lips. Her eyes didn’t leave him, watching him with an enamored expression as his lips trailed over her soft flesh making her breath shiver each contact.

"Fuck, you taste amazing..."

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.

Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.

He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.

The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.

His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.

Her tongue rolled along the bottom side, she gave a soft hum letting her voice vibrate against his shaft. A swallowed promise of her own surrender, slowly she drew back her soft lips parting from his dick leaving a thin line of saliva still connecting her mouth to him.

He quickly captured her lips with his own, another low groan of pleasure leaving him when he tasted himself on her tongue. Eager hands ran over every available inch of skin they could reach, delicious curves being committed to memory. He continued to deepen the kiss, gently backing her up to the bed before guiding her onto the mattress, slotting himself between her legs as he coaxed her to lay back.

"My turn, baby. Been dying to get my face between your thighs, been wanting to get a taste for ages~"

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.

Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.

He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.

The moment his boxers found the floor her breath seemed to catch, all the years she had played hard to get or seemed uninterested. Reminding him they were on duty suddenly tossed to the side with the tension remaining. She slowly stood letting the swim bottoms hit her ankles before kicking it away in response.

His breath left him in a rush when he felt her tongue against him, and when she finally took him in her mouth, Leon could feel his knees threatening to give out. He managed to keep himself upright, however, fingers threading into soft curls as a means to ground himself. Not pulling, not grabbing, simply resting - as if he was trying to remind himself that this wasn't a dream.

Reposted because I caught a mistake after I posted the first time.

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

“I think.” She spoke her breath escaping her, she wasn’t even trying to hide her arousal at this point. “You’re finally right about something.” She quipped her forehead coming to rest at his shoulder. While she gathered the restraint to move. Her hands shifted to his beltloops with a ruthless jerk as his hands found the delicate flesh of her ass.

Her hips rolled so the smooth mounds rocked within his palms, her own lower half brushing his with a teasing grind. “You are more than over dressed.” Of course her hands were already fumbling with the buttons to his pants before bothering with anything else he was wearing.

He teased his thumbs under the waistband of his remaining bit of clothing, pushing it down until it was also on the floor, every inch on display for the woman he'd spent years working - and flirting - with.

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

The moment Leon’s head poked into the room, it was seconds before the lock was clicking. For a moment she stood feeling the weight of his eyes sweeping over her half clothed body that had been weaponized over texts. A soft squeak escaped her throat as his voice broke the silence.

However she had only needed a moment to gather herself before her hand grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt. “You wasn’t playing fair Leon.” She proclaimed as if she hadn’t started this. With a tug that closed the distance between them and signaling end of a professional relationship, knowing that the next few hours would change everything entirely.

"Fuck..."

The feeling of her leaving her mark on his neck had him quickly getting hard again, his hands falling to her hips to hold her close.

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Was she riddled with heated anticipation?

So much to her surprise when she received the image of the front of the hotel not even an hour later. Didn’t this man know what a speed limit was? Why was she nervously dwelling on that fact.

To: My Favorite Headache.

What took so long? Doors unlocked. Fourth floor room 418. Don’t take too long.

He immediately headed inside, anticipation thrumming through his veins as he made his way to her hotel room, knocking on the door to announce his presence before he poked his head in the room.

"It's just me, I made it," he said, slipping inside and shutting the door behind him quickly, his eyes trailing over Hunnigan's form as he flipped the lock.

He didn't want any interruptions for the next several hours, dammit.

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

With a flustered face she walked back into the building. Pulling the image back out in the elevator, a slight breath escaping her. Regretting the drinks she had, not because of how bold she had gotten but because now she couldn’t drive.

She stopped eyes scanning the hallway, before she removed her swim top instantly wrapping the towel around herself. Holding the top next to the room number she snapped a photo. “Two can play games.” She slowly sunk onto the bed dropping both the towel and top, leaning her head back with her hand over her throat. Back at a perfect arch breasts full display.

To: My Favorite Headache.

My move? Think you can top me? 💋😘

He quickly shut his computer down and pulled up the address for the hotel Hunnigan was staying at. The ETA made him scoff; it said three hours, but with the Porsche, he knew he could cut that in half, at least. Especially with the general lack of traffic at that time of the day.

To: Ingrid ❤️

On my way, be there soon 😘

He quickly did his pants back up, grabbing his keys and making a beeline for the door. True to form, within an hour he was pulling into the hotel's parking lot, and he sent her a picture of the front of the building over his steering wheel.

To: Ingrid ❤️

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

So instead she hooked her thumb in the center of her swim top pulling it just enough to be suggestive, letting her glasses drip down her nose as she peered at the camera once more. Bold of her. Come weeks end and she returned to work she knew there would be a very different atmosphere.

She hit send anyway perhaps poking the bear was the game she wished to play.

To: My Favorite Headache.

That was an open invitation. Kinda disappointed you didn’t follow through. I’m two for two. Hit me with your best shot Kennedy. 😘

Just make sure those reports are submitted!

That picture was immediately sent as well, accompanied by a kiss emoji.

To: Ingrid ❤️

- Maybe someone had alittle bit much to drink on her vacation.

@workxwifex

The sound of his phone vibrating pulled him from the trance of his computer screen, and he ran a hand over his face, stretching a bit. Leon couldn't help but smile when he saw Hunnigan's name on the notification, though his eyes went wide when he actually opened the message.

God, he was never more glad to be working from home than he was at this moment. There were no coworkers to worry about hiding an inappropriately timed hard on from.

"Ingrid Hunnigan, you are a menace to my sanity..."

He bit his lip as he quickly typed out a reply, his jeans quickly becoming uncomfortably tight the longer he looked at the photo.

To: Ingrid ❤️

Looks like you're enjoying your vacation~

This your way of asking for a pic in return? 😏

She was also very much aware that he should have been working, that Leon could have been in office at the time of receiving her mischievous image. Never had she anticipated that he would boldly message back.

He didn’t send a picture, and yet somehow that was far worse. Leaving the offer hanging so she would have to physically react to get one in return. Her face had to have turned various shades of red as her imagination took over without any control.

To: My Favorite Headache.

I very much am enjoying my vacation, too bad I’m three hours away. The pool water is quite nice.

What was this about a picture in return? Aren’t you on duty Leon? You wouldn’t?

Working from home today, so it doesn't matter if I'm on duty.

Is that a yes on the picture?

He smirked as he sent the message, pushing away from his desk and opening his camera, situating himself in a way that made it incredibly obvious just how much that first picture had affected him. He didn't send it yet, however, wanting her to outright say that she wants to see the effect she has on him.

@agentkennedy-dso

Lying had been easy, after all she had made a full living over it. When she had been given the Elpis injection she simply smiled and went her own way. Letting Leon and anyone else involved think she would take the anti-viral. After all Ada wanted to live as much as anyone else right?

However, much like when she was infected with the Plagas she put it off, in a world where she had felt she caused more damage being alive than good she had come to terms with her own ending the day those black veins hit her flesh.

The Elpis instead was taken to a 30 year old girl who had only been an infant at the time of the outbreak. Someone who Ada felt could do the world better. Afterwards she didn’t reach out, her symptoms having shown later than Leon or Sherry. The Elpis was a miracle for those cursed that day and Ada Wong didn’t deserve miracles.

By the time Leon had discovered the truth, discovered she had given her injection to a civilian. She had been rotting from the inside out for nearly forty eight hours. It wasn’t dramatic, she carried the infection with the same elegance she carried herself with. She could hardly stand when she appeared at his household, wishing to spend her final days with the only person who had made her feel safe in this god forsaken world.

Even now as the steam filled the small bathroom, fogging the mirror. She had tried something so simple, wishing to wash her hair for her own comfort. Because as everything inside her rotted and churned, the last thing she needed was the itchy mass of greasy hair.

He wasn't about to lose another person, not if he had a say in it.

What he hadn't anticipated was for Ada to ask him to help with her hair, and he looked slightly shell shocked at the question before he snapped out of it.

"Of course," he said, his voice soft as he stood and made his way over to her, carefully helping her back to the bathroom. "I'll go grab a chair, we'll wash your hair in the sink, okay?"

Her dim amber gems tracked his reaction, the shock that plastered on his face. This was something she understood, Ada was normally independent someone who wouldn’t ask for help even from Leon her most trusted person unless the situation was serious. She had weakened greatly from the virus that was overtaking her, destroying the strong off standing woman she had built.

She closed her eyes, she had come to him with the plan to die feeling safe and at home. The choice to stay only coming when she was accepting her own fate. When he had agreed to help her, her eyes reopened now second guessing her choice to be here. Ada didn’t like feeling like she was more of a burden than help. Leon didn’t deserve this, to spend time caring for someone who had toyed with him for years.

Yet he didn’t hesitate with a gentle touch he guided her back to the bathroom. She planted her hands against the sink, one now covered in black veins that nearly consumed her entire body. She was in no way the beauty whose very presence would ruin someone’s day. Her hand moved over her mouth as he left for the chair, hoarse coughing that hurt into her ribs. More blood showing the progression of the virus.

Truth was if Leon hadn’t been him, Ada would have never asked him to do such an intimate gesture. Amber eyes fixated on the door he had walked through, perhaps part of her clung to the idea that Leon wouldn’t let her go. That dying wasn’t in her cards this time, she turned the water on washing the blood from the coughing fit before he could return with the chair.

That didn't stop the pain and mild panic that Sherry wouldn't get to his place soon enough, though.

Thankfully, however, she arrived just as he was about to make his way back to the bathroom, chair in hand. Hushed words were exchanged as she handed over the precious injector, the item promptly slipped into his pocket so that it wasn't at risk of being dropped as he made his way back to the bathroom.

"Here, lean on me," he said softly, gently guiding Ada to use him as a support while he moved the chair into place. "Alright, let's get you situated..."

Soon, the water was running, Leon adjusting the temperature to a comfortable warmth, shampoo at the ready as he worked to rinse her hair. The water quickly turned a brownish red from the dried blood, matted sections gradually loosening their hold as he gently detangled the dark strands with his fingers. He hummed softly as he worked, the tune a vague memory from his childhood, words lost to time. Soon, the last of the dried blood gave way, and skilled fingers switched from their detangling efforts to lathering shampoo, gently massaging at Ada's scalp.

Here are some simple sentence starters for a marriage roleplay:

"I didn't think I would find you still awake."

"We should just turn the lights off and sit here for a while."

"Did you hear that sound coming from the kitchen?"

"I found this in the back of the cupboard today; do you remember where it came from?"

"We have been so busy lately, I feel like I haven't really talked to you in days."

"I brought you a cup of tea, you look like you need it."

"Don't worry about the rest of the work; just come sit with me."

"It is freezing in here, come closer."

"I was just thinking about the day we first moved in."

"Everything is quiet now, finally."

"Oh, so you're actually going to speak to me today?"

"Don't look at me like that, as if you've ever actually done anything right."

"I’d ask how your day was, but I already know you'll find a way to make it all about you."

"You're lucky I'm the only one who can stand to be around you."

"Maybe if you listened for once, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked you to do what you were told."

"Keep crying, it doesn't make you look any less guilty."

"You really think you're going anywhere without me?"

"Stop acting like a victim when we both know how this ends."

"I'm only staying here because I feel sorry for you."

"I shouldn't have to explain why that upset me, but I guess I do."

"You always say you're sorry, yet nothing ever changes."

"I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed that you thought that was okay."

"If you really cared about how this made me feel, you wouldn't have done it."

"I’m tired of asking you to be better, so I’m done talking about it."

"Go ahead and do what you want, but don't come to me when it goes wrong."

"I guess I’m the only one who cares about fixing things around here."

"I don't need your help; I can do it myself, just like always."

"We can talk about this later, assuming you actually listen for once."

"I’m not going to fight with you, not when you’re already acting like this."

💍 [VOWS] Sender finds the marriage certificate tucked under a floorboard, realizing the signatures are written in dried, black ink that looks like old blood.

🥀 [ANNIVERSARY] Receiver lays a single, wilted flower on the breakfast table, refusing to speak even though it is their tenth wedding anniversary.

🪑 [DINNER] Sender sits at the head of the long dining table, staring at the empty chair across from them where receiver has stopped showing up for meals.

🚪 [LOCKED] Receiver returns home to find the bedroom door locked from the inside, and a faint, rhythmic scratching sound coming from behind the wood.

📸 [ALBUM] Sender flips through the wedding photo album and notices that in every single picture, receiver’s face has been scratched out with a sharp needle.

🌒 [SLEEP] Receiver wakes up to find sender standing over the bed, not moving or breathing, just watching them with wide, unblinking eyes.

🗝️ [HOUSE] Sender realizes that every door in the house has been nailed shut from the outside, leaving them and receiver trapped together in the quiet.

🕯️ [PROMISE] Sender finds a note on the nightstand where receiver has written the same sentence over and over again until the paper tore.

💍 [VOWS] Sender catches receiver trying to burn the marriage certificate, their wedding ring already gone and replaced by a jagged, red scar on their finger.

🥀 [ANNIVERSARY] Receiver serves a cold, ruined dinner, then sits in silence, waiting for sender to complain so they can list every way they regret the marriage.

🪑 [DINNER] Receiver watches sender eat, counting every bite and making a soft, mocking sound each time they reach for a second helping.

🚪 [LOCKED] Sender wakes up to find the bedroom door locked from the outside; receiver is on the other side, laughing as they promise to "let them out" only when they learn their place.

📸 [ALBUM] Receiver forces sender to look at old photos, pointing out every time sender looked "fat" or "stupid" in their wedding dress, mocking their younger self.

🌒 [SLEEP] Receiver stands over the bed, holding a heavy pillow, whispering about how much easier life would be if sender simply stopped waking up.

🗝️ [HOUSE] Sender tries to leave, only to find that receiver has hidden their keys, wallet, and shoes, claiming it’s for their own "safety."

@agentkennedy-dso

Lying had been easy, after all she had made a full living over it. When she had been given the Elpis injection she simply smiled and went her own way. Letting Leon and anyone else involved think she would take the anti-viral. After all Ada wanted to live as much as anyone else right?

However, much like when she was infected with the Plagas she put it off, in a world where she had felt she caused more damage being alive than good she had come to terms with her own ending the day those black veins hit her flesh.

The Elpis instead was taken to a 30 year old girl who had only been an infant at the time of the outbreak. Someone who Ada felt could do the world better. Afterwards she didn’t reach out, her symptoms having shown later than Leon or Sherry. The Elpis was a miracle for those cursed that day and Ada Wong didn’t deserve miracles.

By the time Leon had discovered the truth, discovered she had given her injection to a civilian. She had been rotting from the inside out for nearly forty eight hours. It wasn’t dramatic, she carried the infection with the same elegance she carried herself with. She could hardly stand when she appeared at his household, wishing to spend her final days with the only person who had made her feel safe in this god forsaken world.

Even now as the steam filled the small bathroom, fogging the mirror. She had tried something so simple, wishing to wash her hair for her own comfort. Because as everything inside her rotted and churned, the last thing she needed was the itchy mass of greasy hair.

He wasn't about to lose another person, not if he had a say in it.

What he hadn't anticipated was for Ada to ask him to help with her hair, and he looked slightly shell shocked at the question before he snapped out of it.

"Of course," he said, his voice soft as he stood and made his way over to her, carefully helping her back to the bathroom. "I'll go grab a chair, we'll wash your hair in the sink, okay?"