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The first word since 8 a.m., so he took it. He sighed heavily. "Fine. Just.. be back by dinner, please? I'll have it ready tonight." He tried to sneak in a kiss, but you were already slipping out of his reach and out of the apartment.

God, he felt like a complete and utter idiot.

And so did you. On your way to shopping at various stores, you began to realize how silly you were being. Your frustration was valid, but the actions of the day were clearly wearing on Leon, and that made you feel bad. You pulled into the parking lot of the mall, checking your wallet and finding his card tucked into the leather, right next to the Polaroid you kept of you two on your first date. You frowned.

In the mall, you found yourself buying silly crap just to spend some money and possibly get on his nerves a little. You'd realize later that splurging did nothing to his financial situation, but that was a later problem. You bought a new necklace, some new clothes, and on your way out, you passed two stores opposite of each other. Victoria's Secret, and right across, sat a store with all kinds of things that Leon could use. Some better tactical gloves, a new watch since he had his old one absolutely destroyed by some creature, and even some different kinds of holsters.

You stopped into the lingerie store first, buying a new baby doll gown, two matching sets, a few lace bras with front clips, and a new perfume. Swiping the card was both exhilarating and guilt amplifying. You knew he'd get the notification on his phone with it being such an expensive purchase. To top it off and end off on a less guilty note, you found your way into the store across, peeking at the watches. One of the employees, a sweet younger lady, happily helped you pick out some heavy-duty gloves and a new watch that had an option for a regular clock or a digital clock—something new for him to figure out.

You arrived him just after your usual dinnertime, having taken time to regroup your thoughts in the car while also having stopped for a small ice cream cone. You walked into the door, and Leon peeked out from the kitchen, drying his hands. He stared at your abundance of shopping bags, but he didn't look angry—if anything, he seemed a little relieved.

"Dinners ready. Made your favorite. I went out and got you some cheesecake for dessert, if you want it." Leon spoke, setting the hand towel on the counter before he came to help you with your bags. He took the first two and paused when he saw the Victoria's Secret bag, but he cleared his throat and looked away.

"Don't get too excited. I'm still not happy." You mumbled, pulling the bag out of his view so he couldn't peek in. He chuckled. You followed him and the two of you dropped the bags in the bedroom and came back to the dinner table for food.

It was quiet for a while, but when Leon finished his dinner first, like usual, he stood up and found his way to the sink to begin washing the dishes for the night. You watched him. "How was shopping? Find anything cute?"

"Few things." You mumbled.

"Like?" He asked, acting like nothing had happened this morning.

The prodding of what you had bought only made you feel worse, a small whine leaving your throat as you looked down at your food. "Nothing that made me feel better." You exhaled.

Leon turned the faucet off, turning to you as he dried his hands and leaned back on the counter. "Are you ready to talk?" He asked, careful in his tone and message.

"I'm sorry." You dropped your face into your palms, groaning at yourself as you rubbed your face, like you were trying to wash away your frustrations. "I was mad. I was angry at you for how you talked to me this morning, about your job and the apartment, and I wanted a reaction, and I was being dumb." You spat finally. When you lifted your head, Leon was crouched next to your chair, turning you to face him.

"A splurge isn't gonna make me angry, or want to lecture you and make a big issue." He said, hands resting gently on your knees. "I know I was an ass this morning." He admitted, watching you slowly straighten up from your guilty slouch. "I shouldn't have been so dismissive toward you and your frustrations. It was stupid of me to get so whiney about simple needs and adjustments that you wanted to talk about."

"Yeah." You grumbled, looking down at your lap as you fidgeted with your nails. "I'm sorry, too." You mumbled. "I shouldn't have been so mean. I should've told you why I was mad when you came for lunch. I'm.. I should've tried a little harder to make you understand rather than keep arguing."

It was quiet for a moment until he rose to his full height again, bending forward to kiss you softly. Finally, you accepted it, happily meeting in the middle. He pulled back and brushed his thumb over your brow bone and smoothed your hair down.

"You still eating?" He asked. You nodded. "Finish up. I'll run a bath. It's been a while since we had a bath, and I think this calls for it."

"Not yet. I still have to try stuff on before I wrap up the night." You turned back to your food, taking another bite.

Leon's soft expression turned mischievous, his lower lip tucked between his teeth. "Would it be too hopeful if I asked for a little haul?" He asked, voice pitched just a touch higher than normal.

"Finish the dishes, and I'll consider it." You said through a mouthful of food.

"Mmh, yes ma'am." He gave a quick snap of his fingers and those clumsy finger guns before he turned and went back to the sink to finish up.

After finishing your food, you rinsed the plate and handed it to him for him to scrub and rinse clean. You stepped back and stared at him—gaze dropping down, only to rise, and repeat a few times until he turned around and you did it exactly the same way again. "Yeah. Yeah. You're lucky you're hot." You mumbled, walking off to make your way down the hall to the bedroom.

"Wha—hey! What's that mean?!" He laughed, rushing to follow you. He found you rummaging through the bags to find your lingerie bag. He came up behind you to get his hands on you, only for you to slip away and swat his hands.

"Uh-uh. Haul time, not touch time." You huffed. "And look in that blue bag. I got you some stuff. Well, you paid, I got it, so it's more the thought that counts." You said, pointing over to the bag that had his new gloves and watch. Leon snickered and sat on the bed as he took the items out while you disappeared into the bathroom and changed. He took out the watch first, opening the box and gasping slightly.

"Damn! How much was this? Thing looks futuristic." He scoffed with astonishment, already moving to slip it onto his wrist. He pressed a button and watched the digital square light up, the background still blank with a regular analog clock. He adjusted the watch band and took out the gloves next, trying them on and humming.

"You like 'em?" You called out from behind the cracked bathroom door. Before he could respond, you stepped out in a white, fluff-hemmed baby doll lingerie piece with pretty lace panties to match. You leaned against the doorway, doing a little shimmy to show the way it flowed just below your hips.

He looked up, eyes wide. "Oh, I like. I like a lot." He stood up, only for you to stop him.

"Uh-uh. I have options. Sit back down."

"Oh, fuck, seriously?" He groaned. "You're killin' me, sweetheart." He pouted, sitting back down. You giggled and returned to the bathroom, changing into the red set that you found. You stepped back out and did a spin, watching his eyes flick up and down. "Red looks nice on you."

"You'll like the other set better." You grinned.

"Ooh, c'mon, you might kill me before I even get to see it."

"Suck it up and be patient." You said, stepping back into the bathroom to change into the dark blue set. The lace was decorated with small, intricate flowers, the trim of the cups threaded with a white ribbon that led straight down the middle and met at the bottom of the valley between your breasts in a cute little bow. The panties had the same thing. When you stepped out, Leon didn't have the boldness to make a snide comment or be flirty, he just sat there and stared, admiration in his eyes as he traced your body up and down.

"You're not even gonna tell me I look pretty?" You feigned offense, a pout forming over your lips. He stumbled over his own feet and met you halfway, taking you by the hips.

"You leave me speechless." He mumbled, leaning in for a deep kiss. He cupped your cheek to tilt your head, encouraging you to let yourself melt into it.

His other hand slid down from your hip, slipping behind to grope your butt and pull you in closer, his pelvis meeting yours as he backed you up against a wall, right next to your tall mirror that you used to get ready. He pulled his head back and peeked over to the side, glancing at you and then the mirror. He looked back at you, down at the lingerie. He tugged you forward and spun you around, making you squeak as he put you in front of the mirror, your hands pushed out to keep your body from being fully against the mirror.

"God, look at how fucking beautiful you are." He purred, moving to kiss along your shoulders and nape, a low groan leaving him as he felt you press back against him, reaching one hand back to grab his wrist and guide his hand back to your hip.

"Lee," you breathed, head falling forward against the mirror.

"Keep your head up. Look at yourself." He mumbled, nipping at your nape and eliciting a light squeak. You lifted your head and looked at him through the mirror. "Eyes on you, not me." He reminded gently.

"Asshole." You huffed.

"Mmh, I know, but you love me." He grinned. With you focused on yourself instead of him, he slipped his hands down, one hand stopping while the other slid down to press your thighs apart and find its home over the gusset of your panties. He ground his palm against your clit, letting you buck your hips in response. He gave a sound similar to approval when your thighs squeezed around his hand. He swatted your thigh gently with his free hand, making you open up once more with a reluctant whine.

He slid the gusset of the panties to the side, middle finger slowly circling your clit in tight, firm motions. You shivered, lips parting in a breathy, shaky sigh of relief. "Oh, fuck." You hissed lightly as his fingers slid down, thumb replacing the stimulation on your clit as he eased two fingers down to your dripping entrance, circling it and spreading your wetness along your pussy lips. He continued teasing your hole, crcling your clit, until you bucked impatiently, one hand reaching to grab his wrist.

"Keep teasing and I might fuck myself in front of you and blue ball you all night." You scowled, but there was no real heat or anger, just desperation and need.

He snickered, head tilting down to kiss your shoulder. "Mmh, I know," he purred. "I just wanted to get you a little warmed up."

With that, he pulled back and tugged his belt undone, pushing them down with his boxers to shimmy them down and kick them aside before he pressed his chest to your back. You nudged him. "Shirt off. The fabric is annoying." You grumbled. He chuckled, tugging he shirt over his head and tossing it aside before reassuming his position.

He took his cock into his hand, stroking it a couple of times before he lined up with your wetness. He nudged your thighs further apart and tugged your hips back, one hand sliding up your waist and to your front to help you straighten up to look at yourself properly. As you straightened your back and stood before the reflection, Leon pushed forward, and your head fell back, thighs quivering as you clutched onto his wrist and forearm for support.

"'ve got you," he soothed, low and smooth in your ear as he lifted you slightly, your toes barely touching the ground as he held you up by your hips and waist, letting your body adjust slightly before he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, making you squeak and curl up slightly. He used his head to nudge yours upright, making you look at yourself as he suspended you in the air with pure strength and stamina, cock pumping back and forth inside of you.

"Oh, my god," you mewled, thighs quivering and closing tight as your feet hung helplessly, toes curling.

"Fuck," he grunted. Your back arched, bottom pressing against his pelvis as he thrusted back and forth, the rhythm hardly there as his cock penetrated your pussy in fast, shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock just meeting your cervix. You cried out, feet kicking back at his shins and desperately searching for something to stabilize yourself on. He tugged you higher, making you squeak. One of his strong arms held you at the spot just below your ribcage, while the other hand held your hip and let his hand wander down between your thighs, two fingers finding your clit to pinch and massage the little nub. Your head fell back against him, eyes rolling back. He watched it all through the mirror—your body rippling with the intensity of his thrusts, your thighs quivering and feet dangling and kicking, your head fallen back as your mouth hung open with loud, incoherent words of desperation left your lips.

"Oh, fuck, shhh—shit, Leon!" You gasped, body tensing as you felt your climax approach rapidly.

"C'mon, don't be shy. Watch yourself while you cum on my cock." He practically growled, lowering you just enough to let you stand on your own. He kept one arm around you, hand still torturing your sensitive clit while the other hand slid upward and came to grab your face, forcing you to look at the mirror and keep your focus there. Your brows knitted together, eyes darting back and forth between watching him fondle and play with you and watching your face like he had demanded. You cried, lips quivering as his fingers dug into your chin, making it harder for you to look away.

"God, Lee, 'm gonna cum—fuck!" You squealed, gasping for air as you felt all the tension reach a peak, lingering there for a long moment—your muscles all pulled taut, eyes rolling back—until finally, it snapped, falling apart in his arms as he followed suit almost immediately. While you pulsed around his girth, gushing warmth and coating the base of his cock in a thick, white ring, he followed suit and let himself go, cum pumping almost dramatically into your twitchy cunt. You shivered, completely limp against him.

While you were dazed and distracted, Leon took the chance to reach for his phone on your vanity, clicking the camera open and holding it up. You barely processed it when you heard the click, the sound making you lift your head and glare at him.

"Seriously?" You whined.

"You look so good in my favorite color." He purred, kissing along your shoulder and neck.

Leon slowly retracted his hips, gentle as he lifted you and carried you back to the bed, laying you down and crawling atop of you, hips slotting between your open legs. He held his phone out to you. "Mmh?" You looked up at him, brows knit in confusion.

"Hold it for a second." He muttered, shifting to pull your hips closer as he leaned down and kissed your breasts over the lace of the lingerie. You held his phone lazily, glancing at the dark screen before he kissed his way down and tugged the panties aside again, watching the mess begin to slowly seep out. He reached and took the phone back and navigated his way to the camera, quickly pressing record as he used two fingers to gently spread your folds and let the cum become more visible on camera. Before you could scold him or tell him how nasty he was, he plunged the same two fingers into you, using the pads of his fingertips to drag out the cum and make you whine as he pressed the phone camera closer.

"I barely forgive you and you're already taking the chance to record me like this?" You squirmed as he pulled his fingers out fully and rose to his knees, slotting in closer to press his already hard cock against your thigh, the phone held higher as his free hand came down to grasp his length lining it back up with your already sensitive cunt. You mewled softly as the tip nudged in, making your thighs close around him. He breathed a soft moan as he put the camera lower and adjusted the angle to properly show how your pussy engulfed him and practically swallowed his cock as he eased forward.

"Lee—mmh!" You mewled, thighs shaking and squeezing around him as he bottomed out and ground his hips lazily into you. He keeps himself upright, dragging back and forth slowly, the camera zeroed in on the slick mess you're leaving on his girth, the way your pussy is stretched over him, twitchy and tight. He pulls out all the way to the tip, only to push back in and make your body squeeze up, back arching.

"Fuck, you're so pretty. So perfect." He breathed, camera adjusting to capture your chest as he took his other hand and palmed your breast. He tugged the lace of the bra down, letting it lay beneath the fat of your breast before his rough palm came to grope and squeeze at the mound. You groaned, pushing your chest against his palm as you reached down to lazily press against his lower abdomen, whimpering faintly at his thrusts growing in intensity.

"Lee—Leon, oh!" You gasped in response to his fingers pinching and rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Fuck," you shivered, head rolling to the side.

"C'mon," he hissed. "I know you're close already," he purred, panting as he raised the camera higher and captured the entirety of the scene before him, all but your face since you kept hiding it when the camera would twitch too high. He didn't want to push his luck any more than he already was.

He moved his hand off your tit, pulling the lace back up to sit comfortably before his previously busy hand came down, thumb finding your clit to rub along the nub with firm, tight circles. You jolted, another gasp being pulled from you. He continued, your nails clawing into his forearm as you twitched and shook beneath him, nerves overwhelmed and overworked. Leon really did love how sensitive you were.

"Yknow, maybe we should try going another round after this." He grinned, glancing up at you to find your face half-buried into your pillow, a wet spot beginning to pool where your mouth was due to the fact you couldn't shut your mouth, hair mussed and probably getting knotted from all your squirming.

"F-fuck yo—oooh!" You cried out, legs clamping around him and pulling him in closer. You bit onto the pillow the best you could, hips squirming against and away from him at the same time. And before you could warn him, the knot finally snapped in your lower belly, a loud sob of pleasure leaving your throat.

"Shh, shh," he tossed the phone aside, letting the camera be forgotten as he worked you through it, cooing sweet praise and soft reassurance as he chased his own high. He wasn't far behind, but he needed to put in a little more effort and focus now that he had you satisfied. In your dazed state, you slapped around for his phone and found it, grabbing it with trembling hands and holding it up to record him.

"Hah—how do you l-like it?" You stammered, watching his nose scrunch both from your sass and his approaching climax. Only a few thrusts later, and he was throwing his head back, lips parted in heavy groans melting into shaky moans as his cum spilled, balls twitching and emptying into you. You shivered, dropping the phone next to you as he leaned above you and met you for a slow, passionate kiss.

It was sloppy, but full. Full of love, satisfaction, and tenderness in its own way. Leon slowly pulled out, sighing against your lips. "I've got such a sexy wife." He huffed, making you smack his chest.

"Shut up." You breathed, slowly moving to sit upright. Leon helped you, fixing your panties and pushing your hair out of the way. You leaned forward against him. He chuckled, moving to lift you into his lap.

"You're amazing." He murmured, hands soothing up and down your sides and back. "I love you." He mused, squeezing tighter around yous waist.

"I love you." You murmured back, kissing his collarbone before you caught a glimpse of the phone. "It's still recording."

"Mmh, maybe it's a sign." He grinned, head diving to kiss and nip at your neck. You were quick to swat his shoulder and dive off to the side, shaky but firm as you stood from the bed.

"Not a chance." You said with a huff, legs already shaking as you bent at the hips to hold onto the bedside table for stability. He laughed, pressing the button to stop the recording as he moved to stand with you.

"I'm just teasing. C'mon, we can wash off and then soak in the bath. And if you want, we can talk more about the apartment situation." He pressed an apologetic kiss to your temple, helping you toward the bathroom.

"That... that would be nice." You murmured, nodding.

leon really thought this afternoon was just going to be a simple, relaxing picnic. you’d practically dragged him out of the apartment, insisting that the two of you desperately needed a break. you had your grueling work rotations, spending hours upon hours feeling drowned in papers , and he had his endless, exhausting dso missions that kept him away for weeks. so, a secluded flower field hidden away on the outskirts of the city sounded like absolute paradise to him. the sun was warm against his skin, a gentle breeze rustled through the tall grass, and the plaid blanket you had laid out was so soft. it was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. but the moment you knelt down in the middle of all those vibrant wildflowers to unpack the woven basket, all of his plans for resting evaporated.

you were wearing a sweet little sundress, the skirt flowy and impractical for sitting on the ground. every time you reached across the blanket to pull out a container of strawberries or a bottle of sparkling water, the fabric rode up just a fraction more. leon was leaning back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him, trying his hardest to just look at the scenery. but his blue eyes kept darting back to you. the older leon kennedy gets, the worse his self-control seems to be when it comes to you. he had spent years maintaining his composure in the worst situations imaginable, but watching the hem of your skirt inch higher up your thighs, exposing the smooth, bare skin underneath, was completely dismantling his focus.

you were oblivious at first, humming a soft tune as your long, wavy brown hair cascaded over your shoulder. the breeze caught the strands, making you reach up to tuck them behind your ear. as you did, you shifted your weight, leaning forward to grab a napkin, and the skirt rode up dangerously high, exposing the very curve of your ass.

leon’s breath hitched in his throat, a ragged sound that he couldn't entirely swallow down. he stared shamelessly, his tired blue eyes completely fixed on the sight of your plush thighs and the sliver of lace he could just barely see. he felt a familiar, painful throb in his pants, his cock twitching against the tight fabric of his jeans. "fuck..." he whispered under his breath, shifting uncomfortably on the blanket in an attempt to adjust himself. the contrast of your sweet, calm demeanor against the utterly dirty thoughts flooding his brain was driving him crazy. he wanted to pull that skirt all the way up and ruin you right here in the middle of nowhere, consequences be damned.

he was so lost in his needy haze that he didn't even realize you had stopped humming. you turned your head, looking over your shoulder to catch him staring dead at your ass, his lips parted and his eyes with unbridled lust.

a little smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. you always had that sweet, innocent look to you, but leon knew better. he knew exactly how temperamental and beautifully bratty you could be when you wanted to test his limits. instead of pulling your skirt down to be modest, you shifted your knees wider on the blanket, letting the fabric ride up just a tiny bit more, knowing exactly what it would do to him.

"what are you looking at, leon?" you asked, your voice sickeningly sweet, head tilted to the side as you batted your eyelashes at him.

leon swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to pull his gaze up to your face. his hands curled into tight fists against the picnic blanket, the knuckles turning white. he let out a shaky exhale, entirely caught. "nothing. just... enjoying the view," he managed to choke out, his voice already an octave deeper and rough with need.

you giggled softly, a sound that made his stomach flutter and his cock ache even worse. you abandoned the picnic basket completely, turning around to face him. the movement caused your skirt to bunch up around your upper thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. you crawled toward him slowly over the blanket, your knees sinking into the soft fabric. leon’s breath picked up, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you approach like a predator zeroing in on her prey.

"you look a little tense," you teased, stopping right between his spread legs. your small hands reached out, resting gently on his broad, tense thighs. he jolted slightly at the contact, the warmth of your palms seeping straight through his jeans. "do you need some help relaxing?"

"yeah..." he breathed out, all of his defenses crumbling in an instant. he couldn't fake it anymore. he was so incredibly needy for you, his entire body buzzing with anticipation. "please, sweetgirl. i need you."

the pet name slipped past his lips so naturally, desperate and whiny. you smiled, your expression shifting from playful to something much more wicked. your fingers moved from his thighs to the metal buckle of his belt, flicking it open with a soft, metallic clink. leon’s hips practically bucked up into your hands on instinct, desperate for release. you unzipped his jeans slowly, the sound loud in the quiet field, and pulled the zipper down to reveal the thick bulge straining against his dark boxers. the front of the cotton was already stained dark with a slick spot of precum.

"poor leon ," you cooed softly, running a single finger over the damp fabric, tracing the outline of his throbbing length. "getting all worked up just from watching me set up lunch. you’re so impatient."

"don't tease me, babe," he whined, a low, guttural noise that vibrated in his chest. his big hands reached out, tangling gently into your wavy brown hair to pull you just a fraction closer. "just... please."

you didn't make him beg any longer. you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his thick, aching cock. it sprang out, angry and weeping, the tip slick and shiny in the sunlight. he looked beautiful like this, a grown, hardened man completely reduced to a needy, blushing mess right in front of you.

you leaned down, your long hair falling like a curtain around your face to shield the two of you from the rest of the world. you let your tongue dart out, swirling a slow, wet path right over the sensitive slit at the head of his cock. leon let out a loud, breathless gasp, his head falling back to expose his throat to the sun. his fingers gripped the blanket beneath him so tightly it might rip, his knuckles stark white.

"fuck, yes..." he hissed, his hips twitching involuntarily as you dragged your tongue in lazy, agonizingly slow circles around the crown. you gathered up his slick precum, mixing it with your own spit, making sure he was perfectly coated before you opened your mouth and took him in.

you sank down onto his cock, taking him past your lips in one smooth, wet slide. the heat of your mouth enveloped him, tight and completely perfectly fitted for him. leon’s entire body went rigid, a choked moan escaping his throat as you bobbed your head down. you took your time, sucking firmly as you worked your way down his thick shaft. the sounds of your wet, sloppy mouth echoed in the quiet field, the soft squelch of spit and skin driving him absolutely insane.

you pulled off with a loud, obscene pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes dark and entirely focused on him. leon’s chest heaved, his beautiful blue eyes dazed and half-lidded as he stared down at your glossy, spit-drenched lips.

"you like that?" you mumbled, your voice muffled slightly by the sheer amount of spit pooling in your mouth.

"so much," he panted, his hands moving from the blanket to land frantically on your shoulders. "keep going. please.. don't stop."

you smiled around him, opening wide and taking him back into your mouth, this time going significantly deeper. you didn't hold back, letting your throat open up as you swallowed the entire length of him. leon practically screamed, a muffled, guttural curse leaving his lips as he felt you deep throat him. his hands moved from your shoulders, sliding up your neck to tangle desperately in your soft hair. he didn't push you down, but his grip was firm, needing something to hold onto to ground himself as you absolutely wrecked his composure.

you set a agonizing, sloppy rhythm, sliding up and down his wet length with no hesitation. you kept one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, stroking the thick veins that pulsed under his skin, while your mouth did the rest of the work. you let the spit pool and drip down his shaft, the wet, squelching noises mixing with the chirping of the birds around you. it felt incredibly perverted, doing this right out in the open, the bright afternoon sun shining down on you while you gave your boyfriend the most devastatingly deep blowjob of his life.

the sheer pleasure of it all was radiating through your own core, making your breath hitch and your pussy throb, dripping wet underneath your skirt. you could feel your own slick juices soaking into the thin fabric of your underwear, your thighs trembling as you sucked him off in the sloppiest way possible. you swirled your tongue around his frenulum, sucking hard on the sensitive skin before sliding back down to gag on him beautifully.

"jesus christ— sweetgirl, you're gonna make me lose my mind," leon groaned out, his hips beginning to thrust up into your mouth uncontrollably. he couldn't stay still anymore, his body taking over as he chased the devastating friction. you took every erratic thrust beautifully, your lips sealed tight around him, not letting a single drop of spit go to waste.

he looked down at you, his heart pounding against his ribs. you were such a gorgeous sight, your cheeks flushed, your long hair messy around your face, your pretty mouth stuffed full of his cock. he watched a drop of drool escape the corner of your lips, running down your chin, and it pushed him right to the absolute edge.

"slow down," he rasped, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones, completely overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the sensation. "babe, wait... fuck, i'm too close. i'm gonna finish."

you ignored his warning completely. your bratty side flared up, and instead of slowing down, you sucked harder, pulling a vacuum right at the sensitive tip while your hand stroked him with ruthless speed. you wanted him to lose control. you wanted him to cum for you right here, out in the open.

leon let out pathetic whine, his hips snapping upward as his restraint dropped. he gripped your hair tighter, his eyes squeezing shut as an intense orgasm tore through his body. he pulsed violently inside your mouth, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting against the back of your throat. you swallowed greedily, taking every single drop of him while you continued to stroke his twitching shaft, milking him dry. the sounds of his breathless, desperate moans filled the air, like a beautiful symphony. his hips stuttered and jerked, his entire frame trembling on the picnic blanket as he rode out the high.

when he finally went limp, exhausted and drained, you pulled off his slick cock with one wet kiss to the tip. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, a satisfied smug smile spreading across your lips as you looked up at him.

leon was a mess. his chest was rising and falling in rapid, desperate gasps, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead despite the gentle breeze. his eyes slowly fluttered open, landing on you kneeling between his legs. the poor man looked wrecked by what you had just done to him.

"god..." he breathed out, his voice hoarse and incredibly fond. he reached out, his big, warm hand gently cupping your cheek, his thumb smearing a stray drop of spit near your lip. "what am i going to do with you?"

you leaned into his touch, turning your head to press a soft kiss into his palm. "you're going to zip up your pants," you whispered playfully, your sweet tone returning in full force as you smoothed down your skirt over your thighs, "and then you're going to feed me some strawberries. i'm starving."

he let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he looked at you with adoration. "whatever you want, my girl. whatever you want."

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Author's Note: What's this? Me updating regularly? I know, I know, must be Christmas or something haha! Thank you all for the support and lovely comments on the last chapter, your feedback means the world!

In the unlikely event you’re not here for smut, you might wanna skip this chapter. However, I’ve tried to keep ‘the personalities on’ and there is a headcanon included which is relevant to Leon’s canon/characterisation here, so I’ve put a little asterisk * where it starts and finishes, just in case you wanna read that but not the explicit stuff.

Enjoy! 💜

Chapter Nine: Freefall

As he turned on the spot -his hand in hers- Leon’s legs felt like lead, too heavy to move, but his head was floating above the clouds.

He followed Jules across the bathroom with only his eyes, in a way his feet couldn’t seem to mimic. Watching enchantedly, while she headed towards the shower cubicle, towing his hand out behind her as she went.

Holding onto him for as long as his and her arms could stretch before their grip slipped and their arms fell loose.

Feeling their hold on one another break, she turned back, looking at him questioningly for just a beat before she caught his expression, that set a soft smile tugging at her cheeks.

Even cast in the half-light of the bathroom -feet away- she could see he looked almost drowsy with lust. His eyes devouring her naked body, mouth parted slightly, with an intense -unwavering- hunger written all over his handsome face.

The way he stared at her filled her with a sense of both arousal and vulnerability all at once. Yet she felt so safe and sexy under his eyes, which only served to make the heat between her thighs amp up a notch, as her skin buzzed with crackles of electricity.

He looked so good standing there in the white glow from the bathroom window, the breadth of his shoulders and the width of his strong arms, on unadulterated display. His muscles and their definition etched perfectly by the contrast of light and shadow.

The deep V shape carved out by his narrow hips, directing attention down to his long, thick cock that was fully erect and eagerly waiting for her attention. The sight of which made a rush of tingles flood her from head to toe; setting an ache into all the places she’d wish he’d hurry up and touch.

Leon felt intoxicated as his eyes took her body in at its entirety. Her perfect curves, shapely hips and full breasts, her long legs with strong thighs and calves - she looked even better than he imagined in the flashes of imagined intimacy which had cut through his thoughts at points during the time they’d spent together.

She looked flawless in so many ways, but she was not without blemish.

Now there was some distance between them and he could see her in full, he noticed just how many small and faint -but still noticeable scars- littered her svelte, athletic body. Showing without question that she was a warrior, just the same as him.

The sight of the marks caused his protective instinct to pique inside him, but it only got half a second to question what he was seeing, before desire smoothed over his concerns. Reminding him that those queries were for another time; all that mattered there and then was filling her with pleasure - not focusing on past pain.

Slowly, he let his eyes travel up to her face and watched as her expression turned into a beautiful, alluringly playful, smile. Holding his gaze for a moment or two before she shook her head softly -like she was amused by him- and turned away again. Restarting her journey to the shower, leaving him still fixed to the spot near the bathroom counter.

Eyes hooded with a barely contained craving, Leon studied the reverse of her body. Raven curls covered the upper half of her back, only letting him see her trim waist, firm ass and hips, with those damned Venus dimples imprinted above.

He involuntarily licked his lips at the thought of how he might get to explore her body and lay kisses there. His cock twitching to picture how perfectly his thumbs might slot into the little indents as he held her hips from behind and thrust into her.

The vision set a fresh sense of ardour swirling through him, filling his chest with the most intoxicating sensation. It surprised him to feel so much from simply watching her move in the shadows, but he was mesmerised by her. Studying each motion she made like some kind of moving portrait in a gallery, as she slid the shower door open and reached inside to start the water.

There was something so intimate about simply observing her as she moved around, an innate dancer’s grace in the flow of her every motion.

For as much as he wanted to feel his body against hers again, he was having too much fun feasting his eyes on her. Recording every second in his mind to replay again and again at a later date – just in case the chance to see such a beautiful thing never befell him again.

With the water heating up, Jules turned back to face him, trying not to giggle at the enraptured look on his devastatingly handsome face. Tensionless, with all the harsh set lines from years of anger and scrutiny gone. Showing his mind was slipping free of every pressure he carried. The pure potential of the moment and the desire between them holding his reality at bay and finally letting him experience the buoyant freedom he yearned for.

In that moment, with the way she was looking at him -so sultry and tempting, yet playful- he couldn’t believe what a lucky bastard he was. How he’d been so close to death merely hours ago, but in that moment he’d never felt more alive.

His cock was growing almost painfully full with eagerness to have her, but he had already decided he wouldn’t rush a single thing. He wanted to take his time with her, for as long as his body would allow. Needing to show her how much the encounter meant to him and to remind himself what it felt like to feel pleasure after so long fighting only pain.

“Get over here!” she suddenly called out to him across the silence, not liking the prolonged physical distance between them.

His lips curled into a lazy, lopsided smile and his eyes lifted through the enthralled haze she’d cast over him, bringing strength back to his legs.

With a soft, “Yes, ma’am!” he set off to her.

Covering the bathroom floor in a couple of long strides, he reached out and embraced her without hesitation, like she was simply his to take.

Pulling her against him firmly, her bare skin flush against his as their mouths reunited. Hers opening eagerly to welcome his enthusiastic tongue again. Kissing deep and needy, like they’d been starved of each other in the few moments they’d been apart.

His right hand moved up to take control of her head, as his left arm squeezed around her tighter. Keeping her flush against him – like he’d been waiting his whole life to hold her again.

With his aching cock sandwiched snug between them, she kneaded almost helplessly at his muscular chest and shoulders. The fervour of their mouths stoking a fire inside one another that they weren’t sure they could ever hope to put out.

Leon groaned deep in his chest; his appetency for her amping up further with how her tongue teased his, while the frustratingly unfocused contact from where his cock was trapped between his torso and hers, tortured him in the most delightful way. The softest friction attacking him mercilessly as their bodies rubbed and rocked against one another as they kissed with ever increasing passion.

Feeling overcome with need, he guided her a few steps to the right and back to the tiled wall that hid the shower cubical behind it. Shifting his grip on her to put his arms into place, high at her back - protecting her from the cold surface as best he could.

His mouth never faulted on hers as he set their bodies into a position where he had better control over her. Feeling tingles flutter through him as her hands came up to cup his face at both sides, holding him in place as they enjoyed simply kissing for a few moments before his arms slipped from her back to her waist, letting her relax back against the spot his arms had warmed for her on the tiles.

He rubbed lazy circles into her hips with his thumbs as they kissed as deeply as possible. Their bodies yearning for more but both enjoying the simple pleasures of making-out too much to move towards anything more demanding.

That was until her right hand slipped free to find his hair again, her fingers combing through his rain dampened locks, nails delicately scraping his scalp. He growled deep in his throat, a rush of arousal storming through him and sending his strong hands down from her hips, around to squeeze her ass gently. His cock throbbing harder with need and jealousy, for the attention she paid to his hair and head, as he consumed her mouth.

His hands itched to touch more of her, and one broke free rebelliously, sliding back up her body again to find her breast where he caressed it gently and teased her nipple with his calloused thumb, making her moan into his mouth in a way that was rapidly becoming addictive to him. Her chest pressing into his hand firmer -insistent- silently asking for more.

His skin burned with the desire to give her everything he had. Feeling her body shifting against his was driving him crazy and pushing him further towards forgetting about the shower all together.

Driven purely by lust, with no logic present in his head, he let his hand slide away from her breast, moving downward again.

Gliding back over her smooth skin, seeking out the curve of her ass, where he reached down and softly grasped the back of her supple thigh. Not hesitating in lifting it up to sit flush with his waist, almost smirking into their kiss as she instinctively hooked her lower leg around his hip. Her heel under his butt, locking him into place against her.

With a needy growl, he kissed her more urgently, shifting a little to align their bodies to their best fit. Feeling himself become riddled with tingles as the moist heat from between her legs danced up and over his pulsating cock.

Arousal charged through him, and he groaned with the ache at his core deepening, making the thought of simply entering her right there and then tear pieces off his resolve to take his time. Their tongues fervently fighting for dominance, as he tried to resist rushing and skipping steps like the horny teenager he felt he’d become.

Jules whimpered, feeling him grind into her, the pressure of his stiff shaft grazing so dangerously close to her wetness, had her clit throbbing in desperation. Every fibre of her being wanted to feel him inside her at that moment. Yet what little remained of her judicious mind pulled her back, with the awareness of how close they were to being truly reckless.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, breaking the kiss gently, and looking into his yearnful eyes.

“Now who needs to slow down?” she asked her blue eyes sparkling, getting a deep grunt in response, before his wolfish smirk pulled wider across his lips, making every part of her light up with exhilaration.

His throat went dry to see how raw her lips looked, all flushed with blood from the intensity of their kissing. Feeling himself sizzling wildly with the heat resonating from her; the shower suddenly didn’t feel quite as good as the thought of being inside her did.

An almost overwhelming surge of arousal came for him at the thought of boldly entering her right there and then against the bathroom wall, but he pulled up his defences and held firm. Dialling his desire back a notch; determined to treat her right and make the most of each second they had.

He didn’t want to rush to the finish line. He knew it was more fun to take his time - explore her. Give her as much pleasure as he could possibly muster after such a long, physically demanding day. Show her in the best way he knew how that what was happening between them meant so much to him.

More than he’d ever be able to find the words to express.

Reluctantly, he curbed his lust and carefully lowered her leg back down. Letting go of his grip behind her knee. Kissing her softly as he did so, and showing her that he was listening -present- and ready to go at her pace, and for whatever came next.

She gave him a gentle smile, reaching her hand up to rub her thumb over his lower lip before letting it slip lower to settle in the small cleft of his chin, where it fit as if it was meant to.

A rush of something that he couldn’t focus hard enough to name rode through him, as she looked into his eyes with a clear glow of deep affection for him that he felt mirrored in his own heart for her.

He’d lost the ability to analyse anything, somewhere between their first kiss and where he stood, but he knew what he felt for her was already more than it logically should have been.

Her eyes were first to give. The tiniest hint of apprehension drifted across them as she looked away, as if she was afraid of what she saw looking back at her. Everything about him was so raw and unfiltered. No hint of the professional stoicism she’d seen elements of during their time together; allowing her a further glimpse into the tender soul that dwelled within him.

Before he could think to question the look in her eye, she took half a step forward, to gently encourage him to move back a little to let her slip out from between him and the wall.

His skin buzzed with frisson, as she shifted against him, his heart fluttering in the most unfamiliar of ways that made it impossible to hear another thought in his head, as he tilted it to the side. Curiously watching on as she stepped into the shower cubicle, turning to face him before she took a hair-clip from the recessed shelf.

Quickly gathering up her curls and pinning them back behind her head, to keep her hair clear of the hot water that was flowing, ready to welcome them both.

He couldn’t believe how arousing it was just watching her pin her hair back. It was such a simple act but the way her body stretched -her breasts shifting slightly- as she lifted her locks to expose her long neck, that he longed to kiss again – it all struck him fascinated.

Jules offered out her hand to him through the building steam, and without hesitation he stepped forward and took it, letting her lead him inside. Her eyes on his, with a faint but almost sassy smile on her lips while he blindly slid the glass door closed behind him, and moved further into the warmth and building humidity of the spacious cubicle.

Leon felt his muscles begin to melt instantly, as she guided him sideways over to the shower’s flow. The steam soothing him as the water began to spatter against his shoulders and back.

She kept herself aligned with the far wall, keeping her eyes on his and consciously preventing him from seeing the upper half of her bare back. Knowing already that he was the type of guy who would want answers to questions that rooted from there. Answers she wasn’t ready or able to give.

His sharp -detail oriented- analytical brain was running on low power, with all his energy locked in on the moment and focusing on keeping control of himself. Too distracted by her allure to notice she was deliberately keeping her back to the wall now her hair was clipped up off her shoulders.

It was all too easy not to think, as the hot water relentlessly pattered against his shoulders and back; relaxing him even further away from any sentient thought. Making him feel that the only thing to matter in the entire world was him being with her -there- in that moment.

Eagerly he reached out to her, his hands going to her hips, sliding them around her back. The roughness of his large palms scraping her tender skin, filling her with a delicious electric friction as he pulled her into him.

His strong arms locked her into his embrace once again, giving her the cue to curl her arms around his neck, as he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deep and slow. Letting his hot tongue rub tenderly against hers, like they had all the time in the world, while the steam continued to build around them.

The light that shone down from the thin window, embedded high in the wall above them, set the space in an almost ethereal fog. Steam swirling around them, softening the hard lines of their toned bodies and blurring reality into a dream-like state.

Feeling arousal growing between her thighs, and the way his hard cock pressed into her lower abdomen, Jules tried to keep herself focused on the task at hand. Wanting to clean him up, and show him how much he’d called to the tender side of her heart, that didn’t often get to be indulged.

Leaning back a little, but not breaking the kiss, she reached over to the built-in shelf for a bottle of body wash. Kissing him for a few moments more, before slowly drawing back to part their lips and loosen her other arm from around his neck, so she could squirt a large blob of liquid soap into her hand before wetting them to start creating a thick lather, as Leon watched on.

He was unsure why he felt quite so fascinated by her mundane actions, but they filled him with anticipation and excitement in the most welcome, and delicate of ways.

“Turn around.” she insisted, her voice’s volume one level above a whisper, and Leon immediately obeyed, letting his arms’ grip around her slender frame fall loose and turning on the spot to show his broad, muscular, back to her.

Jules didn’t waste a second in putting her soapy hands on his shoulders, spreading out the lather in tender, but large circular motions. Ever mindful of the bruises and scrapes that marred his taut skin. Her eyes cataloguing each scar imprinted on him too. Their sizes, shapes and textures telling his story without words. Making something twist deep in her stomach to consider all the pain he must have experienced in his life.

At the mercy of her caring touch, Leon couldn’t help but loose an unfettered groan of pleasure out into the quiet, with the fresh scent of bergamot and citrus filling his nostrils.

The heat of the water and feel of her delicate hands felt incredible. The way she carefully increased the pressure to work his muscles loose of tension -which he felt like he’d been holding his entire life- made him turn to jelly.

He put one hand out to the shower wall to steady himself, afraid his legs might give out with how fast he was relaxing into the tenderness of her caress. Each careful stroke felt as if it were laden with emotion.

He let out a deep breath, loaded with a sense of relief. A breath he’d probably been holding since he exited his Porsche on the outskirts of Raccoon City.

Inspired by the satisfied sounds he made, and eager to please him further, Jules gently focused to work out some of the knots in the tops of his shoulders and traps with her thumbs. The sensation of which made his eyes fall closed on a raw and satisfied moan. Feeling delicate waves of bliss flowing through his whole body, and down to his aching length that was desperate to know her touch again, standing neglected of the pleasure being bestowed on the upper half of his body.

As if she could sense his relief and thirst for more, she stroked up and down his back repeatedly. Fanning out her fingers for maximum coverage across the broad plain of his back, and letting her slick hands slip over his thick, hard muscles, rubbing her thumbs into any points of tension she discovered along the way, before stroking him all over again.

Stealing away the mental and physical exhaustion he wore like a second skin.

Unhurriedly guiding pleasure and relaxation through him, as hot water sluiced down his back. Every touch healing him in ways he didn’t have the capacity to comprehend. His breathing uneven and ragged from the unearthly pleasure.

Reaching his shoulders for a final time, Jules let her soapy hands move out to rub his muscular arms clean. Stroking the suds down to wipe away the striped layers of grime there with an effortless -silky- glide. Squeezing his thick forearms tenderly before reaching in to feel for his hips, from where she slid her hands up the sides of his torso. Caressing him firmly but teasingly, up and down both flanks as he softly moaned and groaned his way through a tense battle with his arousal.

Working her slippery hands up to his chest, she pulled herself in closer so her breasts pressed against his hard -slippery- back. Letting her hands glide blindly over the hills and valleys of his chest and abdominal muscles. Soft palms rubbing over his stiff nipples and feeling his back twitch and tense against her with every stroke of her touch.

“Oh fuck.” he whispered low and rough, completely losing himself to her. His eyes closed tight and nose scrunched, as he tried not to let the pleasure she was evoking get the better of him and snap the thread he was holding on by.

Her touch was so delicate but it stirred so much inside him, drawing out years of repressed need. Turning every ounce of stress he had to pure desire, with each heavenly caress she graced him with.

Smiling, she placed a soft kiss into his shoulder, as she slipped her hand further down his abdomen. Her fingertips following the trail of soft hair from his belly button to the root of his cock. Letting her fingers graze it, and smiling brighter as every muscle in his torso tensed with barely contained longing.

He gave a hoarse grumble, feeling the coil in his gut tightening. His body threatening to give out if she let her hand stray any further.

She read his signals, and teasingly stroked her hands back up to let them slide over his hips. Before bringing them back behind him to slide her slick palms downward to squeeze his firm ass. Making him grunt and buck in surprise and delight, before she slipped her touch back around his pelvis again. This time stroking up and down the tops of his powerful thighs, before shamelessly grabbing for his cock, that had waited stiff and impatient for her touch.

Leon hissed through gritted teeth, as she began to caress him. One arm locked around his waist, as much as her reach would allow. Her hand splayed flat on his abdomen to control him, as she placed warm kisses on his wet shoulder and the nape of his neck.

Her fingertips teased him with walking motions along his shaft, before her hand curled around him, stroking his cock with a feather-light touch that made him throb for more.

He gave a strangled groan of delight, as her hand slid up and down his length a few times, before she reached further in and delicately teased his sensitive, aching balls. Her fingertips pitter-pattering over them in the most devastatingly pleasurable way.

“Fuck me.” he gulped; his throat going tight and dry. He could have let go right there and then in her hand.

Every atom of him wanted to surrender to her completely, feeling so content and almost worshipped in a way he’d never experienced before, but he wouldn’t allow himself to break, although he couldn’t bring himself to stop her pushing him closer to the edge with each caress.

Instead he fought through it.

His face tensing as she stroked him sensually; alternating between working his girth and teasing his balls. His hips moved instinctively with her hand's attention, which she was careful not to focus in any particular area for too long, or produce any rhythm that could end him. Just caressing his most sensitive areas, filling him with ripples of pleasure without any need to rush to climax.

He never wanted it to end.

The attention she lavished on him made him feel spoiled and greedy all at once. Yet he knew if she carried on much longer, she’d wear him down and he’d lose his grip on his self-control completely.

Trying to pull himself out from under the waves of pleasure she’d cast over him, he reluctantly reached down and took her wrist, pulling her hand away. Guiding it up over his torso and sternum, stopping flat over his heart and holding it there, for her to feel the beat thump against her palm.

She felt his fingers encircle her wrist, not to pull her away this time, just to seek out the thrum of her pulse against his fingertips. Each beat in perfect sync with one another, as her free arm tightened against him, to hug her body even closer to the wall of muscle he was. Kissing his shoulder before resting her head against it as the hot water rained down on them.

They stood like that for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace. Leon felt fulfilled simply with the tenderness of her arms around him and her body pressed so soft and tight against his firm back - as if she was trying to hug the pain out of him. Each part of him tingling with simmering desire, and a joy he didn’t know how to label since it had never graced him before.

For Jules, she felt a warmth through her that was different to the heated waves his touch had stirred. It felt so good to simply touch him, and hold him close. Having sensed that what he needed the most was simply someone to hug some of the stress and hurt out of his soul, and fill him with sensations that could go some way to help bury all the pain and trauma in him.

With his chest full of an unfamiliar -but addictive- glow, Leon bought her hand up to his lips and softly kissed her knuckles. Thinking for a moment about how crazy it seemed to be standing there in the shower with a woman he barely knew, yet who seemed to understand him like no one before her. Showing him more love and tenderness than he’d ever experienced.

He felt so comfortable at that moment. Her arms around him, hand against his chest as his heart pounded into her palm, but he wanted to kiss her and touch her, and show her something in return that could come close to how good she was making him feel.

Keeping hold of her hand he slowly turned back around to face her, his other hand coming up to cup her face. Holding her in place while he united their mouths again. Purring as her arms encircled his neck, tightening their embrace, his cock sweetly tortured by the slick friction between their wet bodies. Mouths effortlessly stoking the flames of passion between them again.

After a minute or two, she prised her lips from his and smiled at him with the sparkle in her eyes that mesmerised him. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening and how -despite their intense urges- they kept the pace slow and tender. Sharing touches and simple pleasures that meant more to him than a climax ever could.

The way he was looking at her made every inch of Jules’ body tingle, and sent her a little dizzy into the bargain. She could almost read his mind, full of all the things he was plotting for her, but she wasn’t done with him yet.

She reached back to the bottle of body wash on the shelf and quickly took more. Creating a lather again and applying it to his chest this time, making him melt all over again. He relaxed his arms around her a little, but kept his hands linked at the small of her back as she let her own hands go wherever she saw fit.

There was something so unbearably intimate about being tended to in such a way, and how her hands seemed to brush away all the weight he’d carried too far for too long.

He watched her every move; his light eyes darkened with desire, as she focused on rubbing soap into his sculpted chest and the smattering of light hair across his pecs.

Working with delicate stroking motions that ran up to his shoulders and neck, before sliding back down again over his arms. Washing away all traces of the dirt and pain that followed him to her from Raccoon City.

He loved the look of concentration on her face as she rubbed her hands over him. Nibbling her lower lip and tilting her head this way and that, like she was painting a masterpiece with her hands. Swirls of soapy bubbles covering his skin and soothing his soul as she caressed the muscles he’d built through years of training and fighting for his life. Fingertips deliberately delicate again, as they traced over each scar, bruise and scratch.

He was in awe of her tenderness, as she explored his tapestry of pain. Noting how her eyes clocked where the marks on his body were similar to those on her own.

Like the permanent kiss of a small bullet wound just below her collar bone, beside the joint of her shoulder, which held the vague shape of a star. Just inches away from mirroring the twenty-eight year old patch of scar tissue that sat at the very top of his arm. Then there was a thin line of a piercing wound just below his ribs, bigger and more jagged than the remnant etched into the same place on her body, but undoubtedly no less painful at the time of delivery.

His chest ached with the need to know all the bad things that had happened to her, in the hopes of protecting her from any more hurt, and helping her heal in the way she was healing him with her touch and tenderness, but it wasn’t the time for talking, or thinking. 

Yet he wasn’t sure when would be - at least not that night.

His mind too easily surrendered to the lure away from conscious thought as he floated back under the spell of her caress. He felt like he never wanted her to stop bathing him in such pleasure. The tenderness she showed him blew his mind, watching her with such fascination and longing, but his hands itched to touch her in return.

The temptation was impossible to resist, and he reached off to the side to where she’d put the bottle of body wash, and took some for himself. Lathering up his large hands, before starting with her shoulders as she caressed his arms, almost guiding him as he let his slippery hands slide down her glossy body.

Soaping her up in the same way she had him, letting his hands travel up and down her sides and around her back. Caressing her tenderly as he watched the pleasure and hunger for more blossom on her face.

Unable to help himself, he slid his hands up to her chest where his thumbs lazily teased her pert nipples. Feeling her body jolt as a hit of pleasure shot straight to her pulsing clit, her eyes coming alive with lust as her lips pulled into a lazy smirk that matched his.

He looked into her eyes as his slick hands massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between his calloused thumbs and forefingers, making her gasp out in pleasure. A sound that made his cock jerk with a frustrated need for attention.

Licking his lips, he let his hands stray a little, running down her ribs and back up over her breasts again. His rough hands palming them again before sliding back down over her torso to her hips, where he stroked his hands around her and down again to find her ass, squeezing it softly, feeling her body respond as they gazed at each other.

His soapy hands caressed her firm ass cheeks longingly, his fingertips reaching through deep enough to teasingly ghost against the fiery heat between her thighs.

She whimpered needily at his touch, part of her wishing he’d stop teasing and just put his fingers where she wanted them to be. Watching on as another smug look settled over his face in response to her reaction to his tempting touch, as he pulled his hands back and returned to caressing her torso.

Wanting to regain some of the power, she slid a soapy hand down to his center, letting her hand stroke firmly over his cock again, drawing a groan from him as she did so. The muscles in his chest and neck tensed tight to keep control as she teased him. Grumbles echoing through his chest as he strained in the most enjoyable way.

Her clit began to thrum with eagerness for his touch. While her hand started to build a tempo up and down his rock hard shaft, making him hiss. His nose wrinkled as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed, trying with all he had to resist her luscious torment.

Everything in him burned with arousal and the need to just lose control and let himself go in her hand, but he fought back again. Unwilling to allow himself to find release before he’d had his way with her, and felt her cum around a part of him at least once.

“Stop.” he gasped, his tone was raw and reluctant, as he reached down between them suddenly, and grasped her wrist just as he had before, and pulled her off. “You’re gonna end me.” he warned, but she smiled sinfully – clearly pleased with herself.

Something about the look she gave him made him simply want to grab her, lift her off her feet and fuck her against the shower wall with all the abandon that was battering down his internal defences, but somehow his professionally honed levels of controlled helped him manage to pull himself back from the edge.

Needing to calm things down a little, before he completely lost control, he released his grip on her wrist and stepped back a little to land under the water properly again. Tilting his head back and letting the hot water flood over his face and head. Hoping it would calm the urges in him that were growing more and more rampant and demanding with every second that passed in the scented steam that engulfed them.

Guessing he could use a minute to cool off, Jules stepped forward but made sure to keep their bodies apart and her head clear of the flow of water, not wanting the hassle of soaked curls, as she washed off the soap suds. Her hungry eyes falling on his kissable neck, as runnels of water ran down it while he brushed his hands through his wet hair.

The tingles cycling through her were almost unbearable, thinking of the ways she could kiss, lick and bite at his neck while he fucked her, and for as much as she wanted that moment to arrive, she wasn’t done with him.

With his focus elsewhere momentarily, she reached out for a bottle of shampoo on the shelf and quickly took a dose for him in her hands.

Before he knew what was happening she had drawn up close against him again, raising her hands up to his head, where she began to massage the soap into his wet locks. He tried to open his eyes, to silently question her, but instead he instantly surrendered to her touch.

A fresh clean smell that complimented the body wash fragrance, filled his lungs. Triggering a heavy sigh to escape his lips as she worked his scalp, sending waves of warm -comforting- tingles down his neck and spine at the feel of her delicate long fingers massaging his head.

His mind fell deeper into the dream-like state he was in, as she attentively pushed his hair back from where it naturally draped to get every strand clean. Reading his soft moans as encouragement to take her time.

Working her way across his head methodically with firm and tight circular motions, even getting behind his ears too. Making him create a sound that was almost a whimper as he dissolved into her blissful touch. His head, shoulders and neck falling loose and pliant in surrender.

He’d never felt so light-headed in his life; his eyes could barely stay open or focused. The tenderness of her caresses and the feel of her eyes on him as she worked, filled him with a glow that felt so intense he feared he’d surely pass out.

Instinctively, his large hands went to her waist to brace himself. Holding onto her as she worked her way through his wet hair. Combing it back with her fingers, her nails dragging deliciously along his scalp, rubbing the shampoo in and sending repeated waves of shivers down his spine, building more and more warmth and increasing desire through his chest with each soothing stroke.

*Running purely on instinct, he moved in to kiss her, but she dodged him, with an ‘uh-uh’. Too focused on torturing him with such simple pleasure, enjoying the way his delight played out across his face. The full, handsome, extent of which she was seeing fully for the first time without his hair obstructing the view.

“You’re so gorgeous.” she whispered, lighting him up inside in the same way she had earlier in the alley. His eyes fluttered fully closed, tingles rushing through his body forcing him to drop any idea he had of taking her over, as she kept working the shampoo into his scalp.

She studied the relaxed expression on his face. How the harsh lines fell away in the steam to show a soft, youthfulness. The patchy stubble on his sharp jawline, the cleft of his chin, and kissable mouth. The fine lines set around his eyes and the way his nose crinkled, and how his eyebrows and lips twitched with the pleasure her fingertips provided, all thrilled her in the strangest of ways. Yet as she worked, her eyes caught on something that sent a trace of concern skittering down her spine.

To the very right of his forehead, almost at his temple, and parallel with his hairline, lay a thin indent of a scar, about a centimetre long but only a couple of millimetres wide.

Barely noticeable at first glance, but once she saw it she couldn’t pull her eyes away. Sensing something about it had cut deeper than the other scars that were scattered over his otherwise perfect body.

She raised her hand to it, her fingertips feather-light as she traced over the fine indent. His eyes instantly snapped open, locking with hers for a moment as the haze of pleasure dropped heavily to the floor, and he turned his head away - silently rejecting the touch.

She drew her hand back feeling her stomach roll with a sense of wrongdoing.

Questioning his reaction, her head began to rapidly fill with concern and curiosity. Wondering if perhaps he kept his hair longer that side deliberately, just to disguise the mark.

It was an old scar, but clearly the wound was still open somewhere on his soul.

Feeling the strangest sense of grief clash with the arousal that burnt inside him, he glanced back to her, almost sheepishly.

She could see the pain surfacing in his eyes, an ache bloomed in her chest, as she cautiously raised up her hand and gently touched his jaw, turning his head back to her fully again, so she could see the mark once more.

Her heart needed to know what had cut him so deeply, both physically and mentally, but it wasn’t the time or the place to dig.

Instead, just to show him she cared, she raised up on her tiptoes a little, and brought her lips to his forehead. Placing a soft -warm- kiss over the scar, letting it linger for a moment.

Leon shuddered with the strangest sense of pleasurable healing swelling through him. Closing his eyes again, he let himself get lost in the warmth of her soft lips. Feeling the ghosts on his back rush away, scared off by the intense feelings of care and tenderness resonating from her body into his.

It was the first of many scars he’d been awarded over the years. A permanent memory of the night he lost his family as a boy. The one scar embedded in his flesh that he truly hated. He was glad every day that his hair naturally fell to the right side of his face in such a way that he rarely ever had to see it.

To his joy, she kissed it again, her touch soothing him in a way he couldn’t properly comprehend. Her tender lips so full, warm and delicate against a point of such coldness and pain. Filling him with a deep sense of comfort that was unmatched by anything he’d experienced before.

He didn’t know who the hell he’d met that night but she was reaching places in him that had been closed off to others since they formed inside him. Soothing all the parts of him that longed to be seen and healed, but that he had feared could never truly mend.

Feeling almost boneless in that moment, he worried that he could have been washed away down the drain with the soap suds. A light consuming him, that was both healing and energising in equal measure, leaving him feeling empowered and vulnerable all at once.

Letting her expose parts of him he kept hidden, seemed to bring another level to the pleasure. Hitting a depth in an area within him that he’d not chartered before. In turn, quietly strengthening the bond they’d forged over beers and banter earlier in the night.

Kissing the mark for a third and final time, Jules lowered herself back down to her heels and pulled back a little to scan his face again, as his eyes opened up slowly to look directly into hers.

The pale blue-green of his irises seemed even lighter, as if the war of darkness within him had fallen still and silent in her light for the first time since the internal battle lines were drawn.

She could have sworn she saw tears threatening at his waterlines, but he closed his eyes again quickly, and stepped back a little to meet the shower’s flow. Tilting his head back to let the water wash away the shampoo along with what remained of the historic pain that had surfaced.

She tilted her head to the side, studying him as his hand ran through his hair to encourage the soap free and into the flow of hot water.

He looked like a man who had been absolved of his sins, a mixture of relief and comfort in his eyes when he looked back at her again, but she didn’t have a chance to see much more or ask for an explanation, as his hand came down from his head to cup her face again – possessively.

He crushed her lips with his, kissing her with a depth that was even more intense than the ones that had come before. Trying his best to show her what it meant to him to be seen and touched in such a way.*

She melted into him; her arms encircling his neck as he embraced her. Innocently trapping his sensitive cock between their bodies once more, as they kissed deeper still. His mouth silently trying to thank her for the tenderness she’d shown.

The feel of her tongue reaching out to his unleashed the lust that had temporarily paused in his veins, suddenly sending it coursing through him again with dam-breaking intensity, as he groaned into her mouth. The pressure of their embrace stimulating his cock and reminding him of exactly what he longed for and how badly he wanted to pleasure her in return.

Their tongues tangled and rubbed against one another lavishly again, as the hot water poured on them. Their soft, pleasured, sounds filled the silence of the cubical as he held her so tight against him. Almost as if he was afraid she’d wash away with the rivulets of water that navigated their way over and between their bodies.

With his head becoming hazy with lust again, his mouth broke from hers after a minute or so, finding her jaw and kissing downward to her neck as she squirmed against the pleasurable prickles of his stubble. Moaning softly in enjoyment as she tenderly massaged his arms and shoulders encouragingly.

He groaned, feeling his body react to her touch again as his mouth alternated between sucking at her throat, and nipping at her jaw and ear as their bodies softly rocked against one another. Hands caressing each other with a loving tenderness, while the urge to move to the next stage rapidly built between them.

He’d had plenty of women over the years, but never had he known such tenderness. Nor had he experienced first intimacy with any of them in such a slow and languishing way.

The first time with a new face was usually fast and chaotic -clumsy even- no time for exploring each other's bodies properly, yet he loved the pace they’d mutually agreed on that night.

The things she’d already done to him felt better than he could have ever imagined and rivalled every touch he’d experienced from the hands of others. Inadvertently altering his brain chemistry and setting him on the path to addiction to her.

Every touch they’d exchanged felt so much more intimate and meaningful than the past encounters he’d had, especially the casual type that he’d spent so long vowing to avoid.

As badly as he wanted to be buried deep inside her, thrusting until she cried out his name, he wanted to explore her body like he’d explored her mind back in the bar. Learning her curves and tender-points like he learned her humour and personality.

Peeling his lips off her neck he looked up, taking his hand to her face to cradle her chin in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, and looked intensely into her pretty blue eyes.

“Haven’t done anythin’ like this in a real long time.” His voice was deep and rough as he whispered his truth into the steam filled confessional.

“Neither have I.” she assured, her eyes soft and honest. “Rude of you to show up and seduce me like this.”

He chuckled deep and low in his throat, the amusement sending the last of his years floating away from his face into the clouds of steam around them.

She moved in and pressed a kiss into his lips, like she had more to say but no better way to do it. Then, as she pulled back, her eyes fell on his subtle smirk and a wicked twinkle in his eye, that sent a jolt of excitement directly between her thighs.

His eyes darkened with intensifying lust that made her shiver with arousal, and warned that she needed to quickly prepare herself for him to return all the pleasure she’d lavished on him - and more.

Letting his thumb stroke over the fullness of her bottom lip, he purred. “Ain’t even started with you yet.”

I always questioned if there might be a particular reason why Leon kept his hair the way he has for all these years. And I realised we’ve never canonically gotten a good look at that particular part of his face, so I wondered if maybe he had an old scar there that he liked to keep hidden and well, this silly headcanon was born.

After a mission, nobody even tells Leon to "report to medical for clearance" anymore. Instead, they just simply say "go see your wife". Which is exactly what Leon is doing, right after walking away from Grace and putting his ring back on.

That same matching platinum band glints under the cool toned medical lighting, as you finish typing up a clearance report for a poor rookie who sustained a deep laceration to their arm, which is finally in the proliferation stage. You already received a text from Sherry two hours ago; that a cure was found and a sample has just been received by forensics, almost ready to be forwarded on to the lab. Your fingers hover over the membrane keyboard, and you let out a deep sigh that you've been holding in.

Ever since those black, almost mold-like marks appeared on Leon's hands and neck, you've been struggling to keep it together. It was one thing to be married to such a prolific DSO agent, but it was another thing for everyone and their damn dog knowing about Leon's infection and checking in on you about it. Of course your coworkers had good intentions, but every time somebody asked how you're doing, you would feel a crack in your porcelain armor widening. Replying with a neutral expression, you always say something along the lines of "well he's not showing any psychological symptoms and his vitals are otherwise in tact, so I'm staying hopeful" whenever somebody checks in on you. It was a perfect reply - objective and rational, and it made you appear level-headed.

But for the last three months, on the inside you were anything but level-headed. When the lights would go out in the medical wing of the DSO HQ, you would quietly lock your office door and sob. You didn't want to let Leon see you like this; you felt as if he had enough on his plate already, he didn't need to see you crumble too. You wordlessly took it upon yourself to be a steady force for him during this time - to be an anchor while he tries to navigate this storm. After several years of marriage, Leon knows you well enough to see right through you, but he didn't confront you about your unwillingness to cry or break down. He knew that a large part of this act was your own form of coping.

Before you can type another sentence, you hear a knock at your office door and one of the receptionists call out "Doctor? Your husband just entered the waiting room." You feel a giddiness - the same giddiness you've felt all these years since you first began dating Leon.

"Oh, yes. I'll bring him in." You call out, locking your work computer and shrugging your medical coat back on as your pumps echo through the hallway of the consultation wing, the soft 'click clack' in the pattern of your gait already making Leon's ears perk up. "Agent Kennedy." You call out to Leon, crossing your arms with a small smile on your face. It's an entirely unprofessional tone - one full of adoration and love.

"Doctor Kennedy." Leon drawls in a low tone with a soft grin, getting up from the upholstered waiting room chair and striding towards you. You can already see it in the way he moves; how his posture is much more upright than it has been in the last three months.

"Jesus christ. Could they at least leave the flirting and eyefucking until they leave the reception area?" The red haired receptionist sighs to the curly-haired receptionist once you and Leon are out of earshot. The curly-haired receptionist quirks a brow at the redhead.

"Ah. You must be new here."

You lock the door quietly as Leon takes a seat on the edge of the examination table, his muscular thighs splayed across as his hands clasp together loosely. Before doing anything else, you walk up to Leon, placing one hand on his jawline as you kiss him deeply. You've missed the feeling of his lips on yours, the way his stubble gently tickles your chin, and the way his tongue always tastes like spearmint gum. Reluctantly pulling away, you lean back a little on the edge of your desk with a loving grin, although it quickly turns into a look of genuine confusion. "Your… Your face." Is all you can manage to say. You and Leon have a difference in age; you didn't think much of it since at the time of your marriage it didn't appear so significant back then, but a little later down the track people began to confuse Leon for an uncle or father. But since coming back from that mission, you both look identical in age.

"Oh, yeah. That Elpis cure actually worked. I feel better than I have in well, at least a decade." Leon chuckles.

"…You can be honest with me babe. If this was all some kind of elaborate scheme to get a facelift and some lip filler, I won't judge you." You joke, but you're still in a bit of disbelief. Although that disbelief quickly wears off - you've seen and heard of stranger things happening in this field.

"Glad to know my wife still has her sense of humour intact. Didn't miss me too much, did you?" Leon asks with a grin as you approach him to close the space between you both. He stretches his big, muscular arms out to encase you in a hug as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"Haha. No actually, I was enjoying the peace and quiet in the home. I finally got a little vacation from those one-liners." You tease, but you are completely lying. Since Leon went on the mission to Rhodes Hill, you stayed in the DSO HQ for the entire duration, even poking your head into Sherry's office when she had some downtime. And Leon knows it.

"Really? Huh. Could've sworn I heard you mumbling in the background about how you were 'going to kill me if I didn't come back alive' in Sherry's headset at uh…" Leon checks his watch for a moment, "probably 2am today?" Leon teases you back. You groan in faux-annoyance, his keen observation skills being both a blessing and a curse.

"Fine… Yes. Of course I missed you." You admit, your lower lip trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I really missed you. I was so scared you weren't going to come back. And you were getting more and more sick by the day but they still insisted on putting you on such a dangerous mission." The dam finally broke as you explain how worried you truly were.

"I know. I could hear you crying in the bathroom before I left for Rhodes Hill. But you were putting on a real brave face for me just so we'd both keep it together, huh?" Leon murmurs as he kisses the side of your temple.

"Don't ever contract a life-threatening virus and worry me like that ever again." You chide him between snivels, but there's no anger in your voice. Just relief. Relief that Leon is finally back and safe.

"I can't make promises, but I'll do my best for you." Leon whispers, the low rumble of his voice soothing you as your tears subside.

Pulling away from his hug as your tears have now dried down to salty damp patches on your cheeks, you properly take his appearance in. You've always found your husband handsome, but seeing him like this… You can't stop staring.

"Something the matter, doc?" Leon tilts his head, aware of your ogling.

"Sorry, I just can't get over how good you look." You let out a short laugh, as his hands find their way to your hips, his thumb tracing little circles over the fabric of your black pencil skirt.

"Could say the same to you." Leon whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully.

"I wish." You retort, aware of your current slightly disheveled and sleep deprived state. Leon's lips brush against your neck. Your hands steady themselves against his thighs, gently but firmly gripping them as your knees wobble a little under the sensation of his touch.

"You don't believe me?" Leon whispers, his fingers playing with the hem of your blouse.

"Hmm. Possibly." Your lower lip catches between your teeth.

"Alright. Let me show my pretty wife how much I've missed her then." Leon gives you a lazy grin, guiding you by the small of your back as you hitch your skirt up a little to straddle him.

"O-one day we're gonna get caught doing this…" You moan softly in his ear, as Leon's hand disappears up your skirt, rubbing your pussy through your already-damp panties.

"Maybe. But they've got much bigger issues to worry about than their best agent fucking their best physician." He replies, the fingertips of his index and middle finger pressing against your clit, causing you to let out a small whimper.

"Insatiable." You breathe out, as Leon pulls your underwear to the side to stroke his fingers against your sopping wet folds.

"I'm the insatiable one? When you're already this wet for me? I'm the one who has to keep up with you, baby." He whispers, before capturing your mouth with his once more. Leon sinks his index and middle fingers inside of you, greedily swallowing the soft moans that escape your mouth as his thumb rubs at your clit.

"F-fuck… Oh god… I've missed you so much…" You whine, as his fingers pick up the pace.

"You did? You really missed me? How about you show me just how much you missed me." Leon's fingers curl upwards, hitting that perfect, sweet spot inside of you, making your breath hitch and your body tense.

"Right there, please, please, don't stop…!" You try to contain your pleads and whines of pleasure, your legs trembling, causing the examination table to shake a little.

"Aww, poor baby. You really needed this. Come on, you can let go now. I've got you." Leon coos in your ear, as you grip onto his shoulders tightly, quietly cumming all over his hand. You slump a little in his arms as you ride out your high, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Leon licks his fingers clean.

"Leon Scott Kennedy. I swear you are going to be the death of me." You rasp out with a fake glare, but your fingers are already nimbly undoing his belt buckle. The wedding band on your finger gleaming momentarily as it catches the light.

"Hey now… Is that any way for a doctor to talk to her patient?" Leon mocks, the deep timbre of his voice causing you to shudder. You free his cock from his underwear; Leon is impossibly hard, his tip drooling with precum, taking on a reddish hue.

"Luckily my patient is also my husband, so he's not allowed to file any complaints." You chuckle, lowering yourself to your knees. Leon gently grasps your shoulder, shaking his head.

"I just wanna be inside of you right now." Leon says. You get up from your knees, and in one swift motion, Leon swaps spots by lifting you up effortlessly and laying you down on the examination table, while he is now standing between your legs. Your skirt is bunched up to your hips, and your underwear is completely drenched with your cum and pulled to the side.

"Please. I need you..." You plead, staring at Leon with blown-out pupils as his big, calloused hands grip the back of your calves to throw them over his shoulders, before his hands travel back to your hips.

"Anything for you, my love." He doesn't waste another second, his hips slowly pushing forward as you feel him stretch your walls, inch by inch, until he's bottomed out inside of you. Letting out a shaky exhale, your glossy lips quiver as the feeling of being totally filled up by his cock makes you squeeze your eyes shut in pure pleasure, your jaw dropping into a perfect little 'o' shape.

"O-oh fuck, more… Please…"

Leon leans down, deepening the angle and rocking his hips into you at a faster and harder pace. "Yes ma'am."

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your wetness with every thrust makes your cheeks burn red. You're certain if somebody walked past and paused for a moment, they'd hear such lewd sounds coming from your office, but at this point, you don't care one bit. You've missed your husband so much.

"You fuck me so so good… Oh god baby, I've missed you so much." You coo praise in Leon's ear, and you feel his hips pick up the pace even more. You always know exactly what buttons to push when it comes to him.

"S-shit, you're so fuckin' tight. You're squeezing me like fuckin' crazy. Fuck, such a tight, pretty little pussy." Leon rasps out, and his hips buck into you with a fervor that you're unsure of is even possible from a human standpoint. Every thrust Leon makes kisses that spot inside of your cunt so perfectly that your walls clench around his cock with a vice grip.

"Please, please, cum inside of me, please." You whimper, cheeks flushed and your hair plastered to the sides of your sweaty face.

"Yeah, you want my cum? Take it, princess. Take it. You know I'm all yours… Fuck-" Leon groans in pleasure as he feels your pussy tighten around his cock as you cum, your thighs shaking just as much as the examination table beneath you. Your knuckles turn white as you grip onto the edge of the table, eyelids fluttering shut as you reach that perfect peak. And that's all it takes for Leon's orgasm to follow suit, as he hisses in ecstasy, spilling hot, white ropes of his sticky cum inside of you.

"F-fuck… How much energy did that damn cure give you?" You rasp out, catching your breath as Leon's posture is already straightened out.

"Enough for another round. Or two. Or three." He shrugs with red cheeks and a grin as he helps you hop off the table, giving you a moment to fix yourself up and clean up your office space.

"Alright… Slow down there agent. We need to get home first." You chuckle, locking the office door behind you both as you walk through the reception area. Leon wordlessly extends his arm out to you, and you hand him your work bag as he slings it across his broad shoulder, before reaching out again and grabbing his hand in yours. You have a feeling you may end up in the backseat of his car before you make it home.

honest to god you'd been stealing glances at him for a whole year -- and this was the question that kept running into your head: fuck you needed that dick in your desperate pussy.

Soon enough, Claire followed your gaze and snorted heavily, as she looked down at the zipper of the DSO agent, while nearly choking on the air. "Maybe it is heavy," she grinned, her tone dripping with knowing amusement.

"Probably," you agreed, licking your lips while watching his cock straining against his zipper.

Just then, Leon finished his conversation with the logistics officer and made his way toward you, all loose-hipped confidence and curious dark eyes. "So what is heavy?"

"Your cock," you blurted out then immediately wished the ground would swallow you whole, as the blood rushed to your face and you stared at him in absolute horror.

and you knew nothing you say gonna make him forget what you had just said.

God, you were hopeless.

Claire made a strangled sound beside you, a laugh caught halfway in her throat, she shook her head and made a gagging sound, gathering her jacket and bag with practiced efficiency. "I don't know you," she stage-whispered in your ear, though her eyes sparkled with barely contained laughter.

He completely ignored claire, instead he stared at you, "Mhm?" Leon's smirk deepened, dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory interest. "Then maybe I should show you, don't you think, darling?" Then he pauses, "maybe give you a proper education about my..." he trails off, before gazing down at his own zipper, "..cock."

"I'm out of here." Claire grabbed her jacket, and scraped her chair back, leaving you alone with the sudden, suffocating tension, with Leon.

"Well, shit," you groaned, sinking into Claire's abandoned chair, closing your eyes for a brief second, before meeting his blue orbs, in which curiousity sparkled beneath them.

Leon leaned down, his voice dropping to a murmur that raised goosebumps on your arms, and he breathed against your earshell, until you could feel his musky smell, spread over you, "Meet me at the Sunflower Hotel at 8 PM," he breathed, and you felt the warmth of his exhale against your skin. "Room 412. I'll..." he pauses, for a second looking at you seeing or searching for any look of hesitation, and when you didn't show him any, then he smiled and his hand found your knee, thumb tracing a slow, maddening circle against your jeans. "...satisfy your curiousity thoroughly."

Then he straightened himself, and guided his hands up towards your face -- and dragged his thumb once, twice, across your lower lip, and looked at you with a similar longing you have been looking him at for a whole year.

You met his gaze with the same unguarded intensity, your eyes speaking plainly: I want this too. I want you.

He caught it immediately and his smirk deepened with a slow satisfied smile — and he stepped back, putting deliberate space between you. The loss of his heat felt like a physical wound in your chest, which made you pout a little. "Eight," he reminded you, smirking at your dismayed reaction, then he mouthed 'I will make it up to you'.

You nodded, biting your lip then he turned and walked away, each measured step a promise, his silhouette cutting through the dim room until he disappeared through the door.

You sank back into the chair, your thighs clenching involuntarily together, against the throbbing ache he'd left coiled low in your belly.

At least now you had something to count the hours for — and God help you, you intended to savor every minute of the it.

...

"now, did you get your answer if it's heavy?" he groaned, grinding against that tender spot inside you once more.

"Fuck—fu—yes!" you cried out as he hovered over you, your tits bouncing and he rocks his hips against yours until his full, heavy cum filled sac presses flush against your perineum, and you scream out his name in a low guttural sob.

He kept driving into you relentlessly, each thrust deeper than the last, his breath hot and ragged against your ear. "God, darling," he groaned, thrusting his hips with practiced precision until the curve of his cock dragged perfectly across your g-spot.

Your jaw clenches, and his eyes squeezes shut as that exquisite pressure coiled tight inside you, building toward the edge. "I want an answer," he demanded, through his gritted teeth, and he moaned out your name, like a chant.

You try to speak but your jaw instead your jaw just slacks open, your voice lost somewhere in please then soon you manage, "Yes—God, Leon, yes—your cock is so fucking heavy," you gasped out.

A proud, satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "Thought so."

"Fuck, I'm close darling," he warned, and you felt him thicken inside you, throbbing against your walls as your own climax crested, upon him, and finally as he gave you a one last thrust your name tore out from his throat, like a poem he was hiding inside his chest for a whole while, and your walls clamped down on him, milking him as he swelled and pulsed inside you, spilling hot and thick seeds in relentless waves that tipped you over into your own shattering release, that had you curling your toes, and you moan out his name and came like it was the last thing you had done before heaven calls you.

Soon he collapsed against you, his breath ragged against your neck, and keeps twitching inside you for a longer while your own body shudders relentlesly beneath him. "Was it... everything you expected?" he asks completely flushed.

"Ye—yeah," you trembled trying to move so you could create a moment of friction inside you, already clenching around him hungrily. "Oh god, Leon... can you show me how heavy it is again? Just now, or... maybe every day?"

He laughed, breathless and smug against your shoulder. "Oh I will, my greedy darling."

For a moment his cock throbs inside your pussy which makes you chuckle as Leon remains completely unmoving before he starts to get hard again already, his thick and heavy cock inside you starts to carve its vein into your walls, and without a word, he flips you over his —hands rough pressing you face-down into the mattress, "can you take more?"

"Ye--yes", you gasp and your breath gets caught inside your lungs as he hiked your hips up, then lined himself up onto your cum dripping hole before driving his cock into you from behind, and you close your eyes, your voice getting muffled with each thrust he slams into you, too deep and punishing, and the slap of skin against skin filling the room, and he groans fisting your hair, until you moved exactly how he wanted.

After that, it was a blur — your vision narrowing to a tunnel of white heat, and your entire world starts to collapse to the relentless piston of his cock, as he drives into you again and again, burning himself so deep inside you felt scorched raw and stretched beyond bearing like he was rearranging your insides, splitting you open from within, for a moment you felt he had gonna rip your guts out, next time he pulls out, "Leon!" The shriek tore from your throat. "I don't think I can do it anymore—"

"You can." His voice was low, but there was certainity in it, and his one hand twisted even tighter in your hair, wrenching your head back until your spine arched and the other came down hard—against your ass in a loud -- Crack, the sting blooms hot and red inside your core, and you scream -- his name in a low moan of pleasure.

"Good girl. One more for me, yeah?"

"Oh fuck—" The words barely make it out, in a strangled scream, as you try to nod, and your jaw slack open, and you feel your body surrender to his.

Then the pressure crests inside your lower belly in a blistering heat and it feels unbearably hot, as something unfamiliar swells deep in your core — and you break, gushing in hot, endless waves that spray across his stomach, soaking his abs, and you groan heavily and your legs finally turning to jelly and you drench the sheets beneath you both in slick, shameless torrents. He looks down at it, smirking. "Oh fuck," he breathes. "Knew, my good girl, could give it to me."

He smirks, "now my turn," he groans, while he keeps driving into you, in relentless pace, and a second later you feel your insides turning to mush beneath him, utterly undone — taking everything he gives until you're nothing but heat and pulse and the brutal rhythm of his cock. "Fuck-- you-- oh-- shit Leon, I am gonna pass out!"

"Soon", he grunts, "I will be done soon, try to keep your pretty eyes open for me, yeah ", you groaned trying to keep up with him.

Then he shifted his full weight onto you, pinning you completely beneath — your chest to his back, heavy and immovable and showed you exactly how overwhelming he could be.

The crush of him feels everything you wanted and the heat of his body seeps into you and the way you couldn't move even if you'd wanted to -- felt more than perfect.

His mouth finds the shell of your ear, and he breathes raggedly, "This is how heavy I am." Then he rolls his hips one last time inside you until he was spilling once again, and you yelp, your walls squeezing every drop of his seed inside you, "there you go", he chuckles, and finally holds your waist nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "Satisfied?"

"Very." You smiled, sleepily and sated with contentedness as he pulled you flush against his chest while still pumping into you in slow, languid rolls, he does not pull out, but now you weren't sure anymore if you wanted him to.

As he finally stops twitching inside you and holds the back of his hand through your waist and squeezing it in a reassuring way, he groans low and spent, and finally pulls away his hand away for a second making you frown but then he shifts and reaches down wiping his seed that was dripping down your joint bodies, before he reaches and feed it to you, painting his skin with his release, "Open, wide, darling".

you obeyed him like a good girl you were, and he keeps you flushed against him, his elbow touching your waist while he offers you his cum like a wine in chalice, and slowly you part your lips, greedily taking him in, and swirl your tongue onto the pad of his thumb, lapping away at every trace of his cum until he is completely clean, when you finally swallow, your throat works, and you moan his name like a prayer, and he keeps his eyes onto your back, almost reverently as if he was witnessing something religious. "Good fucking girl." He grins nuzzling into your skin again, and you murmur 'thank yous', or 'praises' sleepily which he could not quite make, but he knows one thing at the moment -- to not let you go.

And afterward, you simply lay there bare, thoroughly wrecked, and completely content —drifting in the lingering warmth wrapped around you.

A deep, quiet satisfaction settled into your bones, the kind that left you too blissfully exhausted to move. and as you lay there, you couldn't help but realize something that had always been true. this... Right here, beside him... had always been where your heart wanted to be.

Unfortunately, you agreed to the situation when you were in that psychedelic limbo of life–that age where you can make a stupid mistake and completely justify it one night, then wake up the next morning with a year’s worth of wisdom just plopped into your brain. Perhaps there really is a switch that goes off when you hit a certain age. You can be totally adamant that you know what you want your life to look like and know exactly who you are and want to be, then you blow out the candles on your birthday cake and the smoke singes your nostrils on the way up to your brain and poof! 

Maybe you do want children of your own. Maybe you do want a man in your life who never makes you second-guess his everlasting, undying, patriotic pledge type of love for you. Maybe it was out there if only you had given it another chance and just waited.

But you had one failed relationship and the rest of your life went down the drain with it, or so you thought. One bastard cheats because you were too sad to let him between your legs, you return the ring, you lose your home, and your life is over. The only thing left for you to do is enter a marriage of convenience with a man you hardly know and to take care of a child that isn’t yours.

You love her like she is, though.

“Whatchu thinking about?” 

She’s too astute. Nothing slips under her radar. At four years old, the kid is far too advanced for her own good. Maybe she gets it from her father. Maybe not…

“Could ask you the same thing. You haven’t touched your dinner, missy.” That pasta she begged you to make with the special white sauce she treats like ambrosia of the gods. It comes from a glass canister and is typically on sale at the grocery store. You hope she’s as easy to please when she’s sixteen and wants a car, or when she wants to turn down a full-ride scholarship to go to follow her friends to a different college.

Ella picks up the stem of the fork, just twirling the utensil around the bowl of sauce and soggy wheat. “I’m not hungry.” 

“Would you eat a powdered donut?” 

Her eyes light up, baby blues glistening with joy. She gets that same look in her eyes that her father does whenever he sees her smile. “Yes.” 

“Then that means you’re hungry.” 

You’re sure it doesn’t, and that trick is usually told the other way around with a much healthier alternative like an apple or a protein bar, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

“Oh,” she says, dimmed eyes falling to her uneaten dinner.

“Eat up.” 

Ella looks up at you, and you arch a brow back. You had almost convinced her to take a bite when the sound of a lock clicking echoes through the corridor. Her ears prick up and she slides off the barstool, tiny feet carrying her at a superhuman pace out of the kitchen and toward the front door.

“Daddy,” you hear her shout, the twinkling sound followed by Leon’s voice greeting his daughter. After three years of living in this house, being a mother to his child in all but name, being his wife in nothing but, you still aren’t comfortable joining in on their exchanges of affection. Greeting him at the door with a kid between you was probably something he imagined doing with his wife one day, not with you. It seemed intimate of a moment to involve yourself in, already feeling like an intruder. 

The two of you lived separate lives, the only overlap being Ella and the house, which you rarely shared. He was always gone, snatched up by work, sometimes for weeks, other times for months. Even then, your bedrooms were separated by a long hallway, a pair of doors that were always shut, and two sets of locks that were always turned. Romantic. 

Leon didn’t know anything about you when the two of you met that evening. Claire had taken the baby for the night so he could try out the group therapy she had recommended–a session specifically for those that are grieving the loss of loved ones. He knew she wouldn’t let up unless he went. Plus, he fit the bill. 

You did too. A girl whose life had just about crumbled to pieces in the span of a year, losing her parents, her fiancé, the house she was living in, her car. A real mess, he thought, when he first saw you furrowing your brows at the circle of empty chairs in the church basement. Your hair was wild, windswept, and tucked behind your ears, your aflame from the whistling winter chill, your nose dripping from the cold, chin tucked into a scarf wrapped haphazardly around your neck. 

Before you could ask if you were in the right place, expecting to walk into a room full of other dumpster fires, all huddled in a circle sobbing about their grief, the same as him, he told you the fact of the matter. 

“You got the wrong time too, huh?” He was already sitting in one of the chairs, legs spread, elbows on his knees as he watched you approach, the rubber soles of your boots squelching on the lacquered floor. 

“What?” You asked. 

He checked his watch, a chunky black timepiece on his wrist. “It starts at seven-fifteen, not six-thirty.” A tidbit of information he found out after also walking into an empty room, walking back out to double-check the flyer tacked to the door. Sure enough…

You chuckled in disbelief as you fished a pair of mittens out of your coat pockets, sliding the knit accessories back onto your shaky hands. “You’ve got to be kidding.” And maybe you were about to cry. Leon remembers how the whites of your eyes suddenly got glassy and your chin began to tremble.

“I’m kind of known for my jokes, but this unfortunately isn’t one of them.” 

Another laugh. It was a more genuine sound than the other. You took another step toward the circle, approaching an empty chair, your hands finding the back of it as you leaned forward. “You know, this is probably a sign.” 

“How’s that?” He leaned against the metal back of his seat, folding his arms across his chest. 

“I didn’t really want to come to this thing, but my friend said she’d pay me twenty dollars if I showed up. Maybe this is my sign to leave.” You shrugged. “I can tell her I showed up at the wrong time, brain fog, ya’ know?” 

He huffed. 

“But I do need that twenty dollars, I guess.” Your eyes fell to the ground and you smiled, another lifeless chuckle leaving your chest as you attempted to contain it by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “What do you think I should do?” 

Leon just shrugged and tilted his head. “How bad do you need that twenty dollars?” 

“A better question is how bad do I need therapy.” 

His gaze faulted to the floor between his boots, then back up to you. “This isn’t therapy.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“Just a place for people to vent and cry and talk about how sad they are and how miserable life is.” 

Your shoulders shuddered as you let out a humored breath. “That’s my cue to leave.” 

You did leave that night, but the next week, at seven o’clock, fifteen minutes before the session that both of you were obviously planning to attend, he ran into you at a coffee shop down the street from the church. The two of you decided to mutually forgo the group-cry, and settled in a booth to converse one-on-one instead. 

He told you about his wife, who passed unexpectedly from a brain aneurysm six weeks after bringing their daughter, Eleanor into the world. How his job is as inconsistent as it is dangerous, and that he’s thankful for the bereavement leave he’s been so graciously (the sarcasm was strong there) given so he can take care of his infant, though he still has no idea what he’s doing. He mentioned something about her waking up every two hours, screaming and thrashing, after a month or two of sleeping peacefully through the entire night, to which you recommended a special trick that never once let you down. You had nannied for a family to put yourself through college and knew all the secrets–a real baby whisperer. 

In turn, you vented to him about your parents’ untimely death, how much of an asshole your fiancé turned out to be, and how stupid you were to live with him and not save up for a rainy day in the case that he found someone else and kicked you out to move her in. Nowhere to live, no family to rely on, and a job that hardly pays enough for groceries but has connected you with friends that have shown you a great amount of kindness in letting you crash on their couch for the time being. 

The two of you were alike in your desperation, among other things. It wasn’t long before you offered to help him take care of his daughter if he gave you a place to stay. He needed help, and wanted his daughter to have a strong mother figure in her life, and you needed a pillow. The marriage was just a formality, to stop questions from being asked. To provide some sort of normalcy to his child’s life. And because of that desire, none was left for either of you. 

And Leon still can’t quite forgive himself for that. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.”

This is how most of your conversations go, though the two of you have lived together for over three years and you both wear rings on your fingers that presuppose a life of marital bliss, mutual exchanges of comfort, and lifelong affection. You signed up for it, quite literally, scribbling your name on a marriage certificate after outlining the terms and conditions in what seemed more like a brainstorming session in a conference room than a proposal. But perhaps, somewhere in your grief-dumbed mind and beneath the shimmering innocence of your youth, you thought things would change. 

You truly believed being a live-in nanny-slash-stand-in-mother to a man with the emotional vulnerability of a brick wall who wasn’t home for long enough to notice that you changed your hair and painted the living room walls a different color, would fall in love with you. He’d go from touching your elbow–at the most–to exploring every inch of your body while the two of you made sweet, sweaty love in a shared bed. He’d have your picture on his bedside table instead of a depiction of his late wife admired and prayed to nightly like a shrine on an altar. 

“She didn’t eat dinner?” His brows furrow as he catches sight of the untouched bowl on the kitchen island. Ella took off to the play room upstairs, promising to return once she found the thing she wanted to show her dad. You can hear the pitter-patter of her feet above your head as she navigates the room. 

“Nope,” you say, watching as he pulls out a low ball glass and a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, pouring himself a shot, downing it in one toss before setting the cup in the sink, turning on the faucet to rinse it out. “She said she wasn’t hungry. But to be honest, I think she filled up on the snacks I gave her after her ballet class. Rookie mistake.” 

He chuckles, then glances at you, leaning over the sink, his arms extended, the heels of his palms supporting him on the marble counter. He’s wearing the bead bracelet you helped Ella make for him, a string of multicolored shapes and “Best Dad” spelled out in white blocks with black letters. “You got any plans tonight?”

You almost laugh. When the two of you were setting the parameters of this…arrangement…he made sure you knew you were always free to explore other options outside the marriage for whatever needs you may have. You tried once or twice to pick up men at bars or clubs when you went out with friends, but it never felt right, not when you knew Leon was back at home, despite the fact that he wasn’t waiting up for you. 

So you’re telling me I can see other men?

If that’s what you need, then yeah, I’m not gonna stop you. This won’t be physical, so if you want to get that from someone else, that’s fine. 

And what about you? Will you sleep with other women? 

I’m not sleeping with anyone. 

“No,” you say. You haven’t answered that question positively in almost a year. “You?” 

He hasn’t either.

“No.” Leon shakes his head.

You wonder how much longer he can continue on like this–a grown man, obviously still virile and healthy, without any physical or emotional intimacy. Doesn’t he crave it? Or has he long turned those feelings off, having had and lost them in the same decade?

It happened once, a complete system failure that neither of you have spoken a breath of since. Ella was young, only just having switched from sleeping in the bassinet by your bed to the crib in her room, and you and Leon had just recently exchanged vows at the courthouse. That night, he had come home from an overseas assignment, posture slacking with wounds up and down his back and sides that you tended to with inexpert care, polishing them with salve and bandaging them with gauze and medical tape.  

His arms wrapped around your waist as he hung his head down and cried. 

I can’t do it anymore. 

And he didn’t speak for the rest of the night save for a few muffled grunts and restrained huffs as he thrusted into you with the conviction of someone who is trying not to feel. It was awkward. He was tense the whole time, leaving your bedroom after he cried her name as he finished, never to mention it again. Then, he left for three months for, what you later found out, was an assignment he volunteered for, some sort of self-flagellation to rid his body of the guilt bubbling inside it. 

“You should get out more. I worry about you being cooped up in here all day.” 

You shrug. “I get out plenty.” 

You drive her to and from preschool, run all the errands, take her to all her activities. That’s not ‘getting out’.” 

“No, that’s being a parent,” you say matter-of-factly, folding up a dish cloth to drape over the oven rail. You worry for a moment that calling yourself that would be overstepping in some way, not technically a parent, not even really a step-parent in all capacities. But Leon just nods solemnly, a thin-lipped smirk at the corner of his mouth as his eyes fall to the floor. Then they rise back up to meet your own. 

“And you’re good at it.” He turns around to now lean his seat against the counter, folding his arms. “I’m grateful for what you do and I know it doesn’t leave room for much else. But, I’m worried about you, and I don’t know, maybe you should take some time for yourself this weekend. Get out on the town. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I’m not working. I’ll watch her.” 

“Get out on the town?” You repeat, raising a brow. “To do what?” 

“Whatever you want. Get your nails done, go shopping, go get a…whatever they do at spas. Up to you. I feel bad keeping you here without–” He cuts himself off, voice trailing into nothingness. Without…paying you? That’s one of the many intricacies of this situation. He gives you room and board, leaves you and Ella wanting nothing, providing you two with everything you could need or want. And yet, as satisfying as that would be to a mother taking care of her own child, you’re less of that and more of a nanny that should be paid by the hour. But you never asked to be put on his payroll, nor desire it now. You love Ella as though she’s your own flesh and blood, and compared to how you were living before, Leon’s little house in the suburbs is a palace. 

You tilt your head, rolling the idea around back and forth between the walls of your brain. “No point in getting a manicure…or buying new clothes,” you say as you gesture to the marker stains around your cuticles and the white drips of pancake batter still on your shirt from breakfast this morning. He chuckles. “Plus, I promised Ella we’d go to the park tomorrow morning, and build a pillow fort in the living room. You can come if you want to.” 

“To the park? Or are you just enlisting my help in the construction of your fort?” 

“Both?”

There’s something so revitalizing about a Spring morning. Dewdrops coat the blades of grass that tickle your feet, half-way to bare now that the weather permits sandals. Mornings are bright, not too hot, with just enough warmth from the sun to cut the breeze that turns bitter and biting in the shade. 

It’s Saturday, and the park is bustling with smiles and the twinkling sounds of joyful children, running on the playground, their giddy feet carrying them across mulch and concrete. 

Packing Ella in the car wasn’t difficult, not when she was released from the shackles of school for a couple days, her seatbelt promising fun and whimsy, not the four walls of her classroom. She doesn’t hate school. In fact, she likes it, and does really well, but there’s nothing a kid wants to do less than spend eight hours a day, five days a week, being told what to do, even if they enjoy it.

So, weekends are special. They’re filled with trips to the park, the museum, the science center. And this Saturday is especially wonderful because it’s her father in the front of the car, not just you, driving her to a day of play. 

In the house, she picked out her outfit, dressed herself, attempted to negotiate with you over her bringing a toy to the park, and then calmed herself down when you told her ‘no’. 

“They’ll get dirty,” Leon said as he walked into her bedroom, taking the stuffed animal and doll from her hands and setting them down reverently on the dresser. “Or you’ll lose them, and that won’t be fun for any of us.” He rolled his eyes with you, and you laughed. 

“Are you coming with us?” Ella asked him as you walked her through the steps to tying her shoes. Almost. The bunny looks more like a lopsided elephant with one ear, but those overachieving knots aren’t going anywhere. 

Leon turns his gaze to you. “If that’s alright?” 

“Of course.” 

Ella didn’t stop babbling the entire car ride, talking a big game about how she was going to do the monkey bars all by herself, and go down the big slide that scared all the other kids. Leon just nodded along, feeding her bravery with reassurances. Little did he know, he would be enlisted in going down said slide with her, and be the one to hold her up while she swung from the bars. 

The playground is bustling when the two of you arrive, walking through the gate, immediately finding a place to sit down as Ella bolts toward the see-saw. Leon settles onto the bench beside you, leaning back as he intently tracks his daughter’s form through the tinted lenses of his glasses while she navigates the park. He’s dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a dark gray, v-neck t-shirt, a pair of sunglasses folded on the neckline, pulling down to reveal a patch of skin just below his collarbone. You try not to look, but he catches you. 

At first, Leon makes a comment about the weather, and you politely respond, complimenting the sky in its clarity. Then, the conversation slowly shifts to Ella’s performance in school, how smart she already is even as a preschooler, him owing it all to you and the way you’ve brought her up to be so inquisitive, so curious and creative–his glittering compliments only ceasing when a woman approaches and interrupts. 

She stands in front of you both with her hip jutted, one hand resting above it, and once she gets close enough to take in the details of Leon’s face, and the hard-earned muscles that extend from his shirt, her expression softens, scowl growing into a smile. 

“Oh hi,” she says, not bothering to even glance out of the corner of her eye at you, gaze solely affixed to Leon beside you. She’s beautiful with long, dark hair that cascades down her back in perfectly groomed tendrils, and deliciously bronzed skin. A jealous thought races through your mind, and before you can dwell on it, Leon unfolds his arms and wraps one around your shoulders as casually as he would put his car in park. 

It sends a chill down your spine, cooling you off as the buttery sun warms your face. 

A flat ‘hello’ is all he gives in response. 

“Does the little blonde girl with braids and a pink shirt belong to you?” 

Your heart begins to race, thinking of all the ways she could have gotten hurt on the equipment, expecting to hear of a cracked skull or broken leg.

“Yes,” you and Leon reply in unison, and the woman’s attention is finally dragged to your face for only a fleeting second before she turns it back to your husband. 

“What’s going on?” 

She ignores you, extending a hand to Leon which he hesitantly shakes. “I should introduce myself. My name is Stephanie. My little boy is the one in the green hat over there.” Stephanie points across the mulch to a boy around Ella’s age playing especially viciously with the toy shovels in the sandbox, trying to bend the plastic tool in his hand as he kicks particles into the air. Leon asks her to get to the point in the nicest way possible. “Your daughter punched my son in the face.” 

“What?” 

“Yeah, right in the nose. Just thought I’d come over here to ask for an apology for my son. He’s pretty upset and in our house, we teach our kids to say ‘sorry’ when they hurt others, so it would send the wrong message to him if she didn’t say it.” 

“Did you witness this?” He asks. The woman shakes her head. 

“No, but my son isn’t a liar. He told me that she hit him right in the face.” 

“I’ll go talk to her,” you say to Leon, the two of you exchanging a glance that reads as a storm of both annoyance and undeniable responsibility. The woman seems like a stuck-up cunt, but your kid allegedly punched hers in the face and you’ve been backed into a corner.

Leaving Leon with Stephanie, you stand up from the bench, eyes immediately running across the playground, finally landing on Ella sitting on a swing behind the vast jungle gym. Her eyes are dry but the expression on her face is pure dejection, her sweet rosebud lips puckered into a frown, her blonde brows knit together as she studies the mulch beneath her feet. 

“Miss Eleanor Kennedy,” you croon, approaching with grace. She doesn’t look up from the ground as she listlessly holds onto the rails of the swing. “Would you mind telling me what happened with a certain boy in a green baseball cap?” Crouching down, you hold yourself up with a hand on the metal pole of the swingset, looking up at the face she has tilted toward the earth. 

She just shrugs, looking awfully adorable in her little jeans and sparkly ballet flats for someone with a mean hook (allegedly). 

“Did you hit that boy, Ella?” 

She finally looks at you, her big blue eyes wide. It’s so jarring how much she looks like Leon at this moment. “Yes.”

“Can you tell me why?”

She shakes her head, short, blonde pigtails flopping from side to side against the movement. 

“Well, you can tell me the details later, but right now, we need to go apologize to him.” You reach out a hand for her to grab, rising to standing to walk her over to the sandbox, where the boy and his mother stand. Ella gawks at your hand, her fire returning. 

“No way!” She jumps off the swing and stomps past you toward her father who is now heading to you both. That’s when you see it. A mark in a dotted circle near the nape of her neck, right in the sinew of her shoulder. A red, raw bite mark. 

“Leon, look,” you say, catching up to Ella, holding her still by the balls of her shoulders so you can inspect the mark, hoping that your eyes deceive you. He thins his eyes as he walks to your side, eyes honing in on what you’re now certain is a bite. 

“Little shit,” he hisses under his breath, shaking his head. He crouches down with a slight groan, holding his daughter’s hands in his. “Can you tell us who did this to you?” 

She points to the sandbox at the only boy there, running off any other children with his violent play. “He did.” 

“Did he bite you before or after you hit him?” You ask. She tilts her head up to look at you. 

“He pushed me down,” is all she gives. 

“Should we go talk to his mom about this? Sort this out?” You ask, turning your gaze to Leon. As he stands, he sighs, shoulders rising and falling beneath the breath. 

“No. Neither of us were there to see it, and apparently she wasn’t either, so we can’t know what really happened. Let’s just go home and get this bandaged up.” 

You place two cupped palms over Ella’s ears. “But he took a bite out of her, Leon. He can’t just get away with that. It drew blood.” You cringe looking down at the mark again, a few pieces of broken skin peeling.

He puts a light hand on your arm. “And she apparently hit him in the face.” 

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “And he pushed her,” you add in a mumble. 

He chuckles lightly. “Do you really think that woman will be rational about this? Look at her.” You follow his gaze to Stephanie, watching the two of you intently with narrowed eyes as her child kicks sand into her shoes. “If you go over there and try to talk things through, it might get out of hand, and something tells me she’s looking for a fight.” 

You relent with a long blink. “You’re right. Let’s just go.” With Ella in tow, you and Leon walk toward the gate, Leon stepping ahead to open it for you and Ella to pass through, almost to the finish line before a grating voice appears, approaching beside you. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Hey there. Yoo-hoo. Remember me?” 

You stop in your tracks, squeezing Ella’s hand before letting it go so she can walk toward her dad. “How could I forget?” You mutter, looking around for her son who is nowhere to be found, probably terrorizing some other defenseless child.

“Were you just going to walk away and ignore this?” 

“Look,” you start as Leon comes to your side. “Apparently your son both bit and pushed her, so let’s just call this even.” 

She scoffs, her mouth falling open as she puts two dramatic hands on her hips. “I think not. And do you even have any evidence of him ‘pushing’ and ‘biting’ her?” She asks with flamboyant air quotes. 

You could turn Ella around and show Stephanie the wound, but you hold her close instead. 

“Do you have evidence of her punching your son?” Leon asks. She stutters, spitting out a string of incoherent threats. 

“If he told me she punched him, then she punched him.” 

“We’ll just have to agree to disagree,” Leon says, placing a hand on your back. “Let’s go. Have a good day, Stephanie,” he says with a quick lift and lower of his hand, dismissing the crazed loon in front of you as you bring Ella to your hip and start to walk away.

“My son is not a liar,” she shouts.

You glance over your shoulder. “Well neither is my daughter.” 

Leon wasn’t sure he had ever heard you call Ella your daughter, and he contemplated the tectonic shift that happened in his mind as he drove the two of you back home, watching as you picked at your nails and shook your knee until he pulled into the driveway. 

He stood silently in the door of the bathroom as he watched you disinfect the bite mark on her neck, which was a lot more shallow than either of you had expected, thankfully. The way your hands treated her with such care. How you cracked jokes and made her giggle while you swiped a bit of salve over the cut skin. When you pulled her into a bear hug, rocking her back and forth, after you placed a large bandage over the wound and kissed it better. 

He was sure he had been temporarily blinded over the past few years, only now regaining his sight to see you, the woman he took into his home both out of pity and necessity, as something far more than just a mother figure to his child, and a roommate who decorates his house with pretty things. 

Leon felt a latch move into place. A flip of a switch. He had experienced something similar in his twenties, right after the government sunk their nails into him and the second half of his life began, but nothing as strong as this. The complete shift in consciousness was jarring then, and it’s nearly twice as jarring now.

How much time has he wasted? 

“You sleeping in here tonight?” You ask in jest, crawling through the part in the curtains made from blankets, venturing further into the fort. There are still a few dolls and books scattered around the quilt-clad floor, which you move aside to recline on a pillow. 

He’s reclined on a flower-shaped pillow you snagged from Ella’s room, his hands clasped behind his head, the stretch pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal the thinnest strip of stomach, the light dusting of hair atop it. “I might,” he says with a toothless smile, closing his eyes. “It’s actually pretty cozy.” 

As if to rectify the events of the morning, you and Leon spent all afternoon constructing one hell of a pillow fort for Ella to enjoy for all of fifteen minutes before she went upstairs to play with her dollhouse, wore herself out setting up and acting out a tea party with her dolls, and was too wiped to say ‘no’ to bedtime. She’s been snoozing for half an hour, and you finally were able to rip yourself away from watching the way her nose twitched as she dreamed. 

Instead, you now watch the rise and fall of Leon’s chest as the two of you lie side by side, looking up at the sheet hanging above, the shimmering lights and painted paper stars strung along them.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

You cut your eyes to him, tracing the line of his silhouette before he turns to meet you. “Shoot.”

“Are you…um…seeing anyone? Like, a boyfriend, or something?” 

You part your lips to speak, but instead, your mouth falls open in pure, unadulterated shock. Then, a maniacal cackle that comes straight from your gut. You glance over at Leon, his eyes affixed to you. “Are you serious?” 

He just shrugs, readjusting his head on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling of the fort. “I know we talked about this before and I said I wouldn’t mind if you did. Just thought I’d ask.” 

“No, I’m not seeing anyone, Leon. Are you?” 

“Oh, no, of course not,” he says quickly and then swallows, his gaze flickering around as he pinches his brows and narrows his eyes, searching the cotton walls as if the words he needs to say will be scribbled on them. “Do you want to?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

The room darkens as the sun sets, the candy-colored sky no longer seeping through the windows, and the lantern at the door of the fort glows orange, illuminating the sheet walls.

“Crazy day, huh?” Is all you think to say, to break through the deafening silence between you, immediately cringing as the words leave your mouth. 

“You’re telling me. I’d rather fight BOWs than go through that again.” 

You turn your head to look at him, the acronym as foreign to you as helicopter moms are to him. “What?” 

“Work stuff,” he says with a tilted laugh, waving a dismissive hand. 

“Oh, right.” 

You sigh and another wave of silence rolls through the tent, a cacophony of nondescript sounds happening past the pink cloth: the hum of the dishwasher, the light pitter-patter of rain tapping the window, the faint sound of Ella’s white noise machine upstairs. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

You turn your face to him, blinking yourself awake from what you’re sure was a dream, never having heard those words come from his lips, not certain he even owns them. Perhaps there’s cotton in your ears and you misheard. Perhaps he was speaking another language entirely. 

But before you can so much as inhale before asking him to clarify, he shakes his head, sitting up. “Sorry.” A breathy laugh leaves his chest. “I don’t know why I said that. I think I’m just exhausted.” He rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms, the act making a squeaky sound. “Gonna head upstairs.” And a quick ‘goodnight’.

You reach out to grab his arm, interrupting his movements to leave. “Wait, Leon.” He halts under your touch, pivoting slightly to glance over his shoulder. The poor man is tired–plagued with the kind of exhaustion that saws right through the bone. It’s splashed across his face like paint. There are puffy purple crescents beneath his eyes, lash line red and irritated, the glossy whites speckled with veins. And the creases between his brows, across his forehead, are deeper than they typically are, lending to the stress he’s been under recently. 

You lean forward, a hand raising to his cheek to caress his aging skin with your thumb. You’re positive you’ve never met a more beautiful man in your life, every feature on his face a perfect marriage of softness and masculinity. “Kiss me.” 

He nods, so slightly a tilt you almost miss it, but soon you’re not able to see anything at all, his face eclipsing your entire field of vision. He grabs your cheeks, pressing you deeper into him as he latches onto your lips. The first kiss is deep and slow, one languid movement, your teeth pressed together through flesh. When he pulls away to look at you, all you can see is the storm in his eyes, waves crashing against a rocky cliff within his pelagic irises. 

It’s an expression you’ve yet to see from him, something dark and utterly disastrous–something that promises a point of no return. 

This time it’s you who initiates, returning to his lips in a kiss that is far more frenzied and hungry than the one before. Four years of grief, of misery, of upheaval. Three-and-a-half of knowing Leon, being a part of his family, living in his house while you toe the line between so desperately wanting more and yet wanting to just disappear from his sight altogether. 

His tongue is needy and hot, pulling your own into a passionate tango of wanton desire. He moans into your mouth, his hands grabbing your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift movement. 

Instinctively, you begin grinding down on him, your hips moving back and forth, pussy throbbing as his hardened length is dragged against it. You purr in his ear, to which he responds with a grown, instantly flipping you over until your head is once again on a pillow and your back is flush to the floor. 

He kisses up and down your neck, traveling even further toward your collarbone, pulling at the neckline of your shirt to gain more uncharted territory across your skin. His lips soothe the burn from his facial hair, and you quiver under both paradoxical sensations. 

“Leon,” you say, winning his attention. He looks at you, and a silent agreement passes between you both. It’s going to happen and nothing can stop it now. 

He rips your clothes off your body, discarding them among the piles of quilt and blanket, and his hands move to make quick work of his own t-shirt and pants, until he’s in nothing but his briefs. You take a moment to drink up the sheer perfection of his form, and though you’ve seen it on a handful of occasions, there’s no memory that can do the real thing justice. The muscles of his abdomen tense as the cool air hits his skin, and when he comes down to bracket your waist with his fists, his arms flex and you nearly salivate at the bulge of his triceps. 

“Are we doing this?” He verbalizes, though the two of you are sure there’s no other way around the feelings that are finally bubbling to the surface.

“We better be. I’m not stopping now,” you confirm, snaking your hand around the back of his head to pull him into one more kiss. While your mouths meet once again in a union of tooth and tongue, his hand creeps between your bodies to slide into your panties. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers find your clit, pads rubbing the bud in circles, dropping to your seam to gather your arousal before returning. 

Maybe you’re backed up, or maybe he’s just that good, but it takes no time at all for your legs to shake, your core clenching, the rubber band in your belly to snap. Your hips jolt beneath him, begging for more as he slides his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock, ready to give you just that. It’s prettier than you remember, and he seems far more eager to use it this time around, the head weeping with anticipation, shaft twitching as he takes it in his fist. 

“It’s been a while,” you confess as he gathers more of your arousal on his palm. “I haven’t…not since…” Not since that night between the two of you, and years have passed between then and now. The showerhead and the toys you keep in your night stand couldn’t have prepared you for what’s about to happen.

“Okay, okay,” he says, nodding in understanding as he slides his cock against the moisture on his hand. “We can go slow.” He holds himself above you with his hands on either side of your shoulders as he teases your entrance with his tip, then sliding his entire length up and down your pussy. 

“Thank you.”

“Just breathe.” It’s a soft command, and hardly one at that, but you still obey. 

You inhale deeply, letting the oxygen travel through your nostrils, expanding your lungs, cleansing and detoxifying your body like you took out all your organs and nerves and gave them a bubble bath. 

He watches between your bodies as your hips melt into the mattress. “Like that, yeah. That’s it. Let me in.” You part your legs wider, allowing him full entry into you. And he does it with reverence, sliding in one inch at a time, watching your face for a reaction. “There we go.” 

It’s been a while. And he’s much larger than you remember, only half of his length doing the job of stretching you to your limit. “Leon, you’re–”

“You can take it,” he assures, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I know you can. Come on, let me all the way in.” 

The stretch burns, but the pain slowly seeps into pleasure as muscle memory takes over, reminding your body how to relax, how to take it, how to let it bring you pleasure. He douses you with sweet words of praise, the dulcet tone of his voice adding to the gushing sounds of the act happening between your legs. Another climax is on your horizon, your pussy beginning to squeeze and release around his cock.

“You keep doing that and I won’t be able to pull out.” Another clench of your walls and Leon lets out a sound made from the titter of a laugh and the low rumble of a groan. “You want that? You wanna have my baby? Is that it?” 

His words box your ears like a pair of slung fists. They almost don’t register at first, not until you look into his eyes, noticing the complete lucidity inside them, undisturbed by the fog of lust that makes one cry out for gods they don’t believe in, and the mothers they no longer talk to. 

“What? No, I–I don’t know,” you stutter. “I–this is–what are we doing, Leon?” 

He looks down at the movement, since stalled, between your bodies, his cock still buried deep inside you, now unmoving. “We’re having sex.” It sounds more like a question as though the two of you awoke and suddenly were tangled in a twist of limb and tongue. 

You laugh, the muscles of your abdomen tensing as the sound shoots straight from your belly. “Nevermind. Maybe this isn’t the best time to have this conversation.” 

His brows cinch together, the skin between them creasing. He glances up and down your face, soaking in each feature, line, and freckle. Then, as if he’s not currently inside you, the knuckle he brushes against your jaw makes you shudder. It’s too tender–too intimate–of a gesture. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” 

You retreat further into the floor, shirking away as if there’s somewhere to go. Nothing but matting and cotton behind your shoulder blades. The pet name is something altogether mystical to your ears, rarely even hearing your first name on his lips. He usually just approaches and starts talking to you or calls out ‘hey’ really loud if he’s trying to reach you from across the house. 

His face contorts slightly, almost like a wince as he pulls out just an inch and trusts back in to keep himself hard. 

“Say it,” he commands softly from above you, his forearms bracketing your head so he can have a closer, more unobstructed view of your face. “Talk to me.” 

“The stuff you were saying, about us–me having your baby? I don’t get it. We…we’re not together.” 

Something like a scoff. “We’re married. I think that’s the most two people can be together.” 

You roll your eyes. “Not really.” 

Definitely a scoff. “Tell that to the IRS.” 

You reach up to swat playfully at his arm “Can you be serious, Leon?” 

“I am,” he says adamantly. “I want this. I want everything with you–all of it. I’m not sure why I didn’t see it before today, just how amazing and beautiful you are, but I don’t want to waste anymore time…living like this. You deserve more and I…I want more, whatever it is.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, really.” He looks down at the union of your bodies, still tethered together. Swaths of dark blonde hair, long streaked by strands of gray, tickle your chest. When he lifts his head the look in his eyes is so genuine, you have no reason not to believe that this is what he wants, finally coming to his senses after so long living as strangers. “Can I keep making love to you now?”

“Yes,” you say, granting him permission to keep plunging into you, the sheer thought of existing as more than just a ring and a piece of paper making it far too easy. “Please do.”

In the throes of his pleasure, Leon begins talking again. You never would have pegged him as being so loose-lipped within the bedroom (or pillow fort).

“I wanna do it all again with you, and I wanna pay attention this time. I wanna keep loving you like this. Make a baby with you.” His words are interrupted by sharp, staccato breaths as he continues to babble while plummeting in and out of you at a determined pace. “You wanna make a baby with me?” 

“Yes, yes,” you gasp out, scratching at his back as his length slides against your front wall. “I want it.” 

“Oh fuck. Okay, really?” He sounds surprised, as if all this talk was merely a way for him to rectify the past few years, to butter you up, to redeem himself as a husband and father. But you nod anyway, confirming that fact that you too crave more. You want what you had within arm’s reach once and was ripped away from you. And you want it with him. “Yeah, okay, let me give you a baby. Keep squeezing me like that. Ah, just like that. Come for me.” 

Whether it’s the dulcet praises pouring from his lips like maple syrup, or the promise of normalcy with a man who has, in his own strangled way, protected and taken care of you for the last few years, you steadily approach your pleasure. It’s not like fireworks on the Fourth of July, erupting in the air, spewing glittering sparks of plasma through the sky. It’s like a wave on an overcast harbor, slowly building in speed and strength before it rolls onto the shore, lapping against the sand and rock. 

He cries out for god, for you, his own climax violently thrashing inside his body, sending electric pulses from his toes to his head, lighting his brain and belly on fire. His fingers dig deeper 

With determination, he finishes inside of you with one last roll of his hips and a rumbling growl of a man that hasn’t found such release in far too long. 

“Try to keep it in,” he says, slowly pulling out of you, pressing your thighs together while he searches for a pillow on the bed to slide beneath your hips. A trick to facilitate conception, you assume, and though your mind is still sparkling, your vision still slightly blurred at the corners, your legs shaky like strawberry preserves, you wonder how he knows to perform such an act. 

It’s difficult to not let your mind wander to thoughts of those days when Leon lived in this house with her, the two of them happily married and wanting to continue their family. Maybe he’s the one that researched the best methods to make it stick. 

You’re not a stranger to this feeling–some thick knot in your stomach, woven with threads of guilt. Guilt for marrying the widow of a woman who wasn’t four months in the ground when you and Leon met at that courthouse on his lunch break. Guilt for encroaching on the family that she could have had–that she dreamed about for ten months, if not longer, as she designated a room in the house for her daughter’s nursery, painted the walls pink, and picked out a name. 

As months passed after your marriage was signed and sealed, and you dusted off framed pictures of her and Leon, placed on the mantle like an altar, you thought about leaving. Ella wasn’t a year old at the time, and probably wouldn’t remember you if you told Leon you couldn’t handle it and left. Guilt crept in when you pondered that too. He was a mess, and his job necessitated that he work, though they gave him time for bereavement, yet he was hardly present even if he was home. And Ella adored you. You couldn’t leave her. And so you didn’t. And so you won’t.

“mhm,” you nod slowly, attention running back to the deer. 

“by the way you’re squeezing my arm, i was bound to wake up.” 

instantly, your grip lightens, hand detaching and he’s left cold. he grunts. 

“i didn’t say let go,” he rasps, taking your hand back to now rest on the side of his face.  “why aren’t you looking at me?” 

“there’s a deer,” you bluntly state, leon’s focus moving from your breasts spilling from your nightgown to the window across the room behind him. 

the silhouette of the animal firstly seen as a shadow on the curtains before its stumbling closer to the window, and finally — just stares. chewing on a beautifully bloomed head of lettuce slowly, dauntingly. almost like it’s taunting you about ruling over your garden. 

“it’s fucking staring.” 

leon now understood why you were so rattled early in the morning, pink lips blowing a raspberry in attempt to keep himself from laughing in your face, knowing you get sensitive about lots of things. 

“baby, it won’t hurt you.” 

“no, but it’s g’na hurt my crops,” the tonality of it comes out whiny and panicked. “what if it’s still infected? my whole garden will die, leon!” 

“it won’t, trust me.” 

the sudden absence of his hard arm swiftly finds its way to the vintage nightstand, clearing his throat subtly before you see the reflection of a silver revolver, sunlight hitting against it to amplify its pristine appearance. he takes good care of his weapons, even takes personal time out of his day tending to them. watching in fear as he fully sits on the edge of the bed, you’re met with the broad vastness of his back. scars etched into tan skin over the years, some on his shoulders trickling down to his rough hips. 

the bare of his ass quickly takes view when he stands up, sheets departed and he’s turning around with stringent focus on his gun without a care in a world that his dick is in your face. weighed down by its own heaviness, and girth . . not like you haven’t seen it before. 

“you’re g’na kill it?!” screeching, you jolt your body up in panic, pretzel crossing. 

“you want it away, yeah?” his voice is gruffer as he cocks the gun, scratching the good parts of your brain at an unfair time. 

swallowing, you detest. “i . . don’t think so. i mean, what if it’s not infected? that means you killed an innocent lil’ baby,” you pout. 

“then i’ll scare it, baby. someone else will take care of it. i won’t do somethin’ that’ll upset you,” leon’s clear, tone firmer with age. “i’d like the crops to live long so you can keep makin’ my belly full.” 

a gentle smile etched its way back onto your face, cupping it with both palms before sinking into them cheekily, keeping your focus on him. “it’s funny you say that because i had a dream about baking shepard’s pie, and you demolished it. laid around all day like a old man.” 

leon chuckles, and it’s gravely, eyes floating to the grayish stubble he’s acquired over time, the wrinkled corners of his eyes crinkling when he laughs. “i am an old man.” 

“a sexy one,” you reply, nodding to overshadow the denial that paints over his face almost instantaneous.

“go tidy yourself while i handle operation bambi,” leon grunts, searching to find a pair of boxers before he’s heading down the hall of your creaky, old timely home. 

leaving him to handle the situation, you catch yourself taking a deep breath before finally rolling out of bed to draw a steamy hot shower. wanting to get your daily duties done since this was an interesting start to a sunday morning. there’s a few things that needed tending to today, one was your garden, but now that bambi triggered your anxiety, you wanted to avoid being outside at all costs. 

meeting leon in a defenseless moment in time only six years ago programmed you to rely on him for protection. never being the one that was into guns or combat. being alone during an outbreak, hiding and praying for a savior was one of the most traumatizing experiences of your life. and it made you eternally grateful to the love of your life. 

trying to adapt to your new lives together was scary, but refreshing. it gave you moments you’ve never had together unforgettable. knowing that he was in your corner made you feel safer, even when instances like this happen. leon knows you’d never want to involve yourself in violence, any act of killing or harming anything was revolting to you. it’s indeed the point of survival these days, but it was never in your agenda to become something you weren’t. maybe you were a damsel in distress, but with a man like him who allowed you to be, there’s really no reason to argue on it. 

the sound of your bare feet padding along the checkered tile of your beautiful 1920s styled kitchen resounds in the quiet home. it was evident that leon had welcomed himself to a beer early in the morning since an empty glass of corona sat by the sink with his bottle opener, and the two bent caps. biting back your tongue about him not throwing it in the trash can, knowing how tidy you liked your kitchen, you toss them. finding your coffee machine to get something brewing so breakfast could be prepared. switching on the radio to hear any current breaking news. 

leon liked to spend his mornings sitting on the porch sipping bear and smoking cigarettes. which reminds you, he also left those out, tapping your nails along the yellow tile of the countertops, contemplating on taking a drag for yourself. and, you do. flicking the silver engraved lighter to get it started, inhaling and puffing out almost to rid the uneasiness you still felt. it’s so weird how something so small could discombobulate you. in a sense, you didn’t take anything happening in this world lightly, it implemented deeper anxiety than before, struggling with it hard enough. it worries you that you might not ever shake that fear of everything going wrong all over again. that something could happen to leon, your home, or you. 

it’s only been a year of restoring society, so these feelings are warranted. something he reminds you of daily. sometimes you feel like a burden when it came to your emotions, but he always reassures that he’s willing to sacrifice anything for your happiness. the love is reciprocated, he knows, he feels that in the way you speak to him, touch him, and be with him. it’s not another call of duty for him to maintain, it’s a privilege and his own act of showing he loves you too. 

thoughts running wild, the cigarette that sits between your fingers is plucked out from your husband who now stands beside you, burly, toned body towering over your own. his stare is strong, grayish green eyes giving an almost scolding look saying that he’s not too happy with you smoking. which, isn’t a new thing. you just refused to listen. 

suddenly realizing, but he’s freshly showered. smelling strong of the homemade goat milk soap you’d made, now changed into dark washed jeans and a tight black t-shirt. the outline of the revolver tucked underneath into his belt. he must’ve used the outdoor shower behind the shed, a little touch to the land you both took ownership over. the cigarette was practically gone, leon catching it before it burned your skin. you must’ve zoned out for a while. 

leon blinks, stubbing the bud into an ashtray. “i told you about smoking this shit. it’s not good.” 

blinking slowly, your lips roll inwardly, eyes giving him the cutest softness of a sorry he’d ever seen. it makes his chest burn. what’s worse is you’re wearing his favorite color on you; yellow. the same color on damn near this entire kitchen, and you matched it well. butter capris accentuating your wide hips and plump ass gorgeously along with a simple white tube top. hair flowing around your brown skin in angelic curls. his abdomen burns now, aching below the belt.  

“just wanted to try it again. haven’t done it in a while,” you respond sheepishly. 

“the first time you did it, it was because you were having mental breakdown about your sourdough not fermenting properly. what’s it now?” 

the silence overtakes for a moment while your hands get busy, pouring yourself a mug of coffee, the steam encapsulating your face. “is the deer gone?” 

“it’s handled,” he’s switching to press his back to the fridge, crossing his buff arms and studying you. 

“so it was infected?” 

“unfortunately, but it only got to the lettuce and cucumbers. we can get those back together, sweetheart. don’t you worry.” 

as comforting as his words of hope were, the unfortunate reality of it all continued to weigh you down. leon notices the clear dissociation you’d sustained since this morning. the ball in his throat jumps as he swallows, jaw clenching before he reaches for your hand to get your attention back, knowing you were going to ignore your own feelings by not talking to him and distracting yourself with cooking and baking all day. because you’ll do that. 

“c’mere, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

whenever he said your name it always felt like a scolding was coming, or a serious conversation. it was nerve wracking to hear your own name come from him outside of pet names he’d accustomed himself with addressing you as. so used to hearing it in a state of survival outside. the band on his ring finger matched yours when he pulled you closer, smaller frame stumbling in front of him as he uses a bit of force, chest falling on his before he’s dropping a heavy palm on your ass before squeezing a couple times to get you to smile. 

and even better, you giggle, and he feels slightly better. 

“i set something up outside, let’s go.” 

clueless, brows furrow as he pulls you past the squeaky backyard door, lifting you up to carry since you didn’t have your slippers nearby, leading towards the remodeled shed you’d use mostly for movie nights or picnics. you’d wrap your legs around his waist, face growing hot when you feel the gun in his jeans press against your mound, clutching your arms tighter around his neck and ignoring the sudden sensation.

inside, there’s the usual set up of furniture, old books, vhs tapes, a bunch of collectors items on top of leon’s stationary for his weapons, tools, etcetera. he puts you down, and by the long field that leads out to the river, you spot sticks planted into the ground with said contaminated vegetables that bambi munched on earlier. 

“. . leon?” 

beginning to question where this was going, you scoot down to stand on your own, seeing an assortment of bullets and some guns prepped to be used.

“y’know, i been thinkin’ a lot about how i wish i would’ve done things differently when it came to teaching you how to protect yourself,” he starts, feet thumping heavily as he walks over to the wooden table to grab a couple of bullets.

“i never had a problem with you relying on me for that aspect, of course not. but baby, i really think it’s time you face your fears. you have to learn how to defend yourself without me. because say i’m not here one day—”

“please . . don’t talk like that,” rubbing your own arms, you hug yourself at the horrible possibility. 

“hypothetically, if i cannot be in your presence to protect you, what are you going to do? stand there and get hurt? die?” leon is stern as he speaks, chest immediately tightening from it. “yes, the world is in a process of healing, but you’re still scared and you ignore it instead of fixing it. nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“what if i freeze and can’t remember what you taught me? i don’t have the same ability you do to shut off your brain and defend myself.” 

“my brain runs rampant every time, trust me,” he says, lifting his shirt to take hold of the gun. “it never shuts up, but i work with it knowing i have to stand my ground. you can’t let your mind fuck you over in a situation where your adrenalines high and you need to stay focus.” 

“i believe you. it’s just scary. you know how hard being out there was for me. i’m not confident enough,” you admit, and leon sighs, knowing that.  

“it will come naturally the more you practice, which is why i set this shooting range up for you. we’ll try to do this every day until you’re comfortable enough, then we’ll head out to the city. together. okay, baby?” 

the city. somewhere you’ve been avoiding ever since leon rescued you. just hearing that made your heart palpitate. 

“okay.” 

“need you t’tell me you understand me, it’s not an easy task,” leon’s firm, grabbing your hand to set the gun in your palm. 

swallowing, and tightening your grip, you proceed to take a well needed deep breath, and nod. “yes, i understand.” 

“good girl, spread out,” leon shifts his head in the direction he wants you to walk. 

dragging your feet almost, he leads as you follow, now standing under the sun and shakily aiming the weapon towards the targets, waiting for his instructions. leon stands behind you, breath on your neck when he lowers his face by your ear, hot, calloused hands trailing down your smooth arms before clasping them over your own on the gun. 

“breathe, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓. they’re just veggies,” he makes a joke which happens to relieve you a bit more, realizing how silly your anxiety was making you. “check the safety like this, make sure it’s off before you shoot. it’s gotta heavy cock-back, so you’re g’na feel the energy through your arms goin’ up to your shoulders. hold it tight. aim as if you’re looking through it with your own eyes, but don’t have it too close to your pretty face.” 

nodding along to his instructions, you can’t help the twist in your abdomen as he guides you along with every word he spews, hands staying midair when he takes it from you to demonstrate, watching the veins in his arms protrude and the heat you feel from his breath on your skin makes you whimper silently. 

he hears it, biting back a grin.

“remind yourself to stay calculated. think about why you’re doing it, and who for. what you need to come back home to. me.”

that last bit was aggressive, like he meant it with every serious part of his body, though he’s always serious. leon’s shifting closer, helping you reposition the gun to get ready. the stubble on his face grazed your cheek, and the bulge in his jeans pressed deep against the shape of your ass. swallowing, you try your best to concentrate. 

“c’mon, finger on the trigger. you got it, sweetie.” 

his encouragement softened the stress swimming through your bones, pointing your weapon to a rotten head of lettuce before making the first blow. squinting your eyes at first, nearly shutting them. its loud, rings in your ears actually. to think you’d be accustomed to the sound of a gunshot by now, it still startles you when the bullet goes flying out rapidly and hits only the stick that the vegetable sits on, bending forward and falling into the grass. 

“too low, try again.” 

“hold on to me . . for balance.” 

“i got you,” leon reassures, shifting your hips so you’re standing correctly while rubbing on them, massaging into sensitive tissue that heightens the pulsating you’ve been trying to ignore between your legs. the heat that pools into your stomach was worsening. “gimme another.”

blowing a raspberry, this time you squeeze just one eye closed when shooting, shoulders jolting back and squealing in panic when the bullet hits the river instead.

“oh no! what if i hit a fishy?” the whine is pure upset, leon shaking his head, a chuckle flowing out.

“then i guess we’re having fried fish for dinner,” another joke, his usual.

that nearly frustrates you in ten point zero seconds, rolling your eyes. you can’t do this.

“distract me.”

“that’s not g’na help you. if you don’t maintain focus, you’re g’na miss it again. shut your mind off.”

“then help me shut it off. if i think too much, i’ll only get more nervous,” you chew on your lip, shifting your ass back as a clear understanding of the type of distraction you needed. it’s the only method you could think of.

leon raises a thick brow, “you wanna be touched?”

“yes,” it comes out nearly exasperated, twisting in your spot, hands steady. 

“where?” leon’s humming gruffly before you feel his hands on your hips, his touch instantly making you moan. he already knew where, just wanted to hear you say it. 

“everywhere.” 

with no time wasted, his thumbs hook into either side of the band of your capris before tugging them down along with the white lace of your panties, letting them sit just mid-thigh. from what he could tell, you’re soaked, he could even smell it, smoothing his palm over your belly before resting on the mound of your pussy, tapping his fingers gently over your sticky, hidden clit between puffy lips.

“y’trying to get out of this?” leon taunts, slapping your pussy harder this time with more fingers and a slight force from his palm. 

“no, just need your help,” whining, you feel his hand move behind you, spreading your legs further apart. then, he’s sinking two stubby middle fingers into you, curving them upward and watching you crumble, rocking your hips down on his hand as your pussy sucks them in tight.

“shoot the fucking gun, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

now he’s pent up, leon’s mouth encapsulating your neck, one touch from him vibrates everywhere on your body, licking your neck with his fat tongue, and biting gently with white teeth. unable to stop moving, you’re too caught up in how good his fingers feel fucking you right now, thrusting while his palm plops against your skin.

“do as i say.”

“fuckk, o-okay,” pulling the trigger again, the shot rings loud once more, the bullet only grazing a cucumber and you pout sadly.

“i need more,” you plead weakly, nearly helpless. 

the unravel of his belt is what makes your skin prickle, your clit throb, and your heart jump in anticipation. the heaviness of his dick on your ass cheek he pats it against a couple times — hard, begging for you since this morning. it’s leaking precum, a blush pink stout head and girthy length twitching from impatience. you’ve made him dangerously needy. 

“leon, please.” 

he doesn’t say anything more, clutching your neck in his hand tightly as his stubble scratches your cheek, a rough kiss pressing on your temple before his dick fills you up, splitting open your pussy over the thickness he possesses. 

“try again, make me proud or we’re g’na be here all night ‘til you get it right,” leon grunts in your face, slowly grinding his hips roughly so you could feel every filthy inch. 

achingly, you sway your hips along with him erotically slow, the sight alone making his balls jump, hands groping your flesh as if you’d slip through. the slickness of your pussy like music to his ears in the quiet, secluded field. 

trembling, you inhale, his dick sinking further inside before he’s thrusting steadily, hearing how wet you were and his gravely voice behind you, encouraging you, taking care of you. he’ll only get sterner if you keep avoiding the target. 

one more shot is all it takes for you to finally hit an object, calming yourself and training your eye to see the goal, steadying your breathing and practicing what he said over and over again in your head. excitement flows through you like a shot of liquor, squeaking in happiness, bouncing on your tippy toes, practically forgetting that his dick was seven inches buried in. 

“i did it!” the wave of accomplishment continues to enrapture you, leon’s eyes dark and intense on you.

“good fuckin’ job, baby. good girl,” the words rush out in heated praise, the infatuation brewing. 

“can i do one more?” batting your lashes, you try to face him but he doesn’t budge, locking you still. 

“daddy wants your pussy,” leon’s tone is instant rejection, unable to wait any longer now. you’d gotten him riled up, now he needed that to be handled. tightening his hand on your neck, he’s fucking you a little harder, dick sliding in and out of your sluice pussy lewdly, choking on your own air. “let me have it like i want it.” 

“take it, s’your pussy,” nodding dizzily, you drop the gun into the grass, stumbling along with it as leon forces you down onto the ground faster than you could comprehend. 

leon’s grip felt bruising, raising your ass up to his sharp groin as you press your face onto the back of your palm to keep it from being touched by nature, nails clawing into the grass. his brown hair falls over his eyes, the muscles in his shirt rippling, tongue dripping saliva onto his dick in a nasty spit — not for lubricant, just to have another part of him claiming you. 

it’s nasty how hard he fucks you, hiking one foot up as he clutches the back of your neck to keep you shoved down, his jeans sitting at his waist before his cock slams back into you, pushing you down and fucking you hard. his hips clash with your soft ass that pounces back against him, your eyes rolling back and your screams echoing in the field.  

“you’re so sexy while you’re getting fucked deep,” leon growls, his pace relentless, dropping his dick into you unwavering, juices coating the cock that fills you up. 

“you’re hitting it s-sooo good,” dragging out your gasps, you whine as he spanks your ass hard, leaving a tasty sting to linger. it’s blurry all around, entire body shaking from pleasure as tears begin to pour from their sockets, and your pussy gushes and splatters. “o-ohmygod—leonn!” 

“knew you had it in you, baby. i’m so fucking proud of you. keep taking it, there you go, gorgeous,” the praise continues to succumb you further into orgasming, the build up strong in your tummy the harder he pounds, drunkenly rocking back to chase that high. 

“thank youuu,” whining, voice stuttering. “ooo-fuck, thank you.”

“daddy’s g’na cum,” his voice cracks, groaning into your neck he lets go as he drops his weight fully onto you, pushing your entire body flat as he begins to grind almost feral-like. “fuck, you’re good to me. she’s fucking good to me, baby.”

“unh shit, cum in mee. pleasee fill me up,” the tone in your voice grows desperate, rolling your hips even though he’s got you trapped underneath him, adding pleasure to your sweet spot, nearly drooling as you struggle. “leon!”

“i hear you. ssss, i hear you— fuck!”

now he’s pushing himself up, planting his hands by either side of your head and slamming his hips harder against your ass, gruff voice tiring out, the heat he carries in his body that’s twice as big as yours warps around you along with his scent. he makes you dizzy.

“cummin’, baby!” thighs drenched in your arousal, you scream out into his hand that covers your mouth, pounding into you even harder as you cum around his dick and he’s filling you up with warm, heavy cum.

“babyyyy!” sobbing loudly with tears, your body continues to twitch as you feel your orgasm intensely, gasping in increments while he tongue your mouth to taste you, gulping down your moans and kissing you passionately.

leon trails his lips from your mouth to your neck which he bites again, leading down to your spine and inching his dick out so he could lick you up. lifting your lower body, a hand spanking your ass on both sides before his big mouth covers your entire cunt, sucking on your clit and tonguing your entrance. reaching behind you in shock, you tangle your fingers through his hair.

“l-leon, wait—”

“we taste good mixed together,” he hisses, slapping your ass again before kissing all around your ass cheeks and inner thighs. “mmm, i love you. love how we taste.”

that makes your face hot, burying it into your shoulders. “i love you.”

“let’s get inside, we’ll practice again tomorrow. same method?”

giggling, you nod. “same method.”

“copy. now, how’s about that shepard’s pie?”

and despite your best efforts, a single tear slipped free, tracing silently down your temple before soaking into the pillow beneath you like rain disappearing into the ocean.

Fuck. Why couldn't you stop?

you hated this. hated how every breath scraped painfully through your lungs, how your chest felt too tight to breathe properly, as though grief itself had wrapped its hands around your ribs, smothering your senses. soon, as you were thinking it all, another tear followed.

Then another.

grief... but of what? It wasn't as though your life was lacking. God, no. You had everything you'd once wished for, perhaps even more than you had ever dared to dream of. So why was there still that hollow ache buried somewhere deep inside your chest?

That quiet, gaping void that seemed to grow a little wider with every passing night. Was it the past? The memories that refused to loosen their grip?

The words you'd swallowed when you should have told them to fuck off, or maybe it were those thoughts that had nestled themselves between your ribs, making a home there as though they belonged? You didn't know anymore. All you knew was that carrying it had become unbearably heavy.

And eventually, the dam you'd spent so long holding together gave way— not with a crack, nor a slow collapse, but all at once. It shattered. and with it... so did your heart.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying with everything you had not to cry. Not now. Not with your boyfriend, Leon, sleeping so peacefully beside you, his steady breaths filling the quiet room.

You didn't want to wake him. You didn't want him to see you like this. More than anything, you didn't want him to be sad. You didn't want him carrying the same weight that had settled so heavily inside your chest, nor did you want him to become someone who blamed himself for a pain that had never been his to bear.

But still here you were, sobbing and silently breaking.

suddenly, the mattress dipped beside you. Christ... you tried to swallow your tears, but the lump in your throat only tightened, making it almost impossible to breathe. You wanted to move, to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, yet your body refused to obey.

then completely unaware and still half-asleep, Leon instinctively reached toward your side of the bed. His arm lazily draped around your waist, pulling you closer out of habit— only for him to freeze when he felt the unmistakable tremble running through your body.

his eyes fluttered open, only to land on your trembling figure, shit, he thought because the sight alone made something inside his chest crack. You were shaking so hard your shoulders quivered with every unsteady breath.

"Love...?" he called softly, panic creeping into his voice.

You hurriedly scrubbed at your tears with the back of your hand, forcing a smile that fell apart almost as soon as it formed, "m' okay," you whispered, but your voice betrayed you, trembling so badly the words barely made it past your lips.

...

This was the first time Leon had ever seen you like this. You had always been the strong one—the one who insisted you were fine even when you clearly weren't, the one who smiled through exhaustion and carried burdens that were never yours to bear.

But now...

The moment his eyes landed on you, something inside him dropped, his heart sank so violently it felt as though it had fallen straight into the pit of his stomach with a sickening, deafening plop.

No, he had felt fear before, he had watched partners die, he had lost people on missions, and he had stared death in the face more times than he cared to remember.

None of it compared to this.

Seeing you lying there, pale against the dark bedroom sheet, looking so heartbreakingly small beneath the room, as if all the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

It crushed something inside him.

It felt as though a wrecking ball had swung straight through his chest, reducing his heart to splinters before he could even take another breath.

His mind refused to give any more instructions to his body, it felt as if paralysis has struck him. Then questions appeared slowly inside his chest.

Why didn't I notice?

How long have you been carrying all of this alone?

Why didn't you trust me enough to tell me?

The questions struck one after another, each one more merciless than the last, until they became unbearable.

For one endless second, Leon laid frozen beside you unable to make his body obey him, as you clutched his arms and let out another tearful sob.

...

Then instinct finally won, soon Leon pushed himself up without another word and gently turned your face towards him, "hey, no you are not." His voice was low and impossibly soft. "Look at me." he crooned.

You couldn't, and fresh tears blurred your vision as another sob escaped your lips, your shoulders trembling so violently it became impossible to stop. It was embarrassing. Humiliating, even. But what hurt far more was seeing him like this— his eyes filled with worry, his hands trembling ever so slightly as though he was terrified you might shatter right in front of him. The sight alone made your heart ache. "I'm sorry," you whispered brokenly, your voice wavering between uneven breaths.

"Don't say that, there is nothing to apologize for."

You tried to pull away from him, shifting your weight uneasily, unable to meet his eyes. Your gaze fell somewhere between the sheets and the space beside him as you swallowed hard. "...I don't know what's wrong with me," you whispered.

"there is nothing wrong with you", he breathed his voice dropping an octave, and you realized his voice carried the same pain as yours, and before you could retreat any further into yourself, Leon wrapped both arms around you and carefully pulled you against his chest. "I am not letting you go, you hear me?"

You could not form a reply instead you melted into him almost instantly, your tears soaked through his T-shirt as your fingers clutched weakly at the fabric, as though letting go would send you drifting somewhere neither of you could reach, and he simply held you, one hand rubbed slow, soothing circles across your back while the other rested gently against your hair. "Shh, my love, I am here", then he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, "I've got you."

"I can't stop..." you whispered brokenly as another tear fell down, and you let out a low guttural sound of your own heart breaking: while the lump lodged that sat inside your throat only swelled further, growing heavier with every shaky breath until it felt as though it would split you apart from the inside out, because everything you'd spent so long burying— every hurt, every fear, every unspoken word pressed relentlessly against your chest, threatening to burst free all at once.

"Let it all out, i will be here holding you through everything."

God... you were so grateful.

Grateful that he was yours.

Grateful that you were allowed to hold him through every broken piece of himself, just as he held yours. Grateful that, out of everyone in the world, he was Leon— your Leon, and you never realized how desperately you'd needed this, or so much of your life, love had been tangled with hurt. home had never truly felt like home, and you had endured more toxicity than tenderness, teaching yourself to survive instead of simply exist.

and yet... now finally, you were curled safely against his chest, crying until your heart had nothing left to give, and somehow feeling more peaceful than you ever had before. It was as though every ache you'd carried for years had finally found somewhere safe to rest, and a shaky laugh escaped you through your tears. "I... I don't even know why I'm crying."

Leon only held you a little tighter, his hands slowly tracing your spine, while grounding every emotion in you, "You don't have to know, its okay, my love" he didnt give you a chance to speak, instead he spoke first, and his voice never wavered as he sighed shakily. "You don't have to explain it to me, unless you want to."

Then his voice softened even further, barely above a whisper. "Remember..." He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay to feel whatever you're feeling. You're not too much. You never were." His thumb traced slow circles over your hand, that rested on his chest, "You don't have to bottle everything up anymore. You don't have to carry every burden alone, or convince yourself that no one will stay." His gaze never left, from your frame, as he cradled you against his chest, and it was unwavering and full of quiet certainty. "you have me. until the day I die." He swallowed thickly before continuing, his voice trembling with raw honesty, and he never knew that it was possible not until you, "And I'm not going anywhere, even if you tried to push me away..." A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips. "...I'd sooner bury my own soul than ever let you face this world alone again."

it took a moment for your heart to truly process what he'd said. The tears gradually eased, no longer falling in desperate waves, and the violent pounding in your chest slowly softened until your heartbeat found its way back to a steadier rhythm.

"I will always be here." he quietly reassured you.

"and as long as you are here I will be okay." You replied, shakily.

he doesnt say anything, just hums something incoherent while, his heartbeat remained steady beneath your cheek, grounding you each time, and for a long while, neither of you spoke, and Leon? he didnt tell you to calm down, he just simply stayed quietly beneath you, exactly where he was, letting you fall apart in the safest place you knew, and eventually, your breathing as well... began to slow.

finally, your grip on his t-shirt loosened, and even then, he didn't let go. If anything, his arms tightened around you as he gently pulled you higher until you were lying against him, your body resting atop his.

A small, exhausted sound escaped your lips, but you made no effort to move away. Instead, you simply stayed there, holding him just as tightly as he held you. Your chest rested against his, and in the quiet that followed, you could feel it—the steady drumming of his heart beneath your cheek, matching the frantic rhythm of your own, beating together in the stillness.

"Promise me, something?" he murmured, brushing another kiss into your hair, his words vibrated against your body, making you shudder just slightly.

"Wh...what?"

"That whatever, happens, you will tell me, you won't think you are alone."

You let out a small, shaky, "Yes," before leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss against his chest, right over the cotton of his T-shirt, leon's breath caught for the briefest moment. His hand slid gently into your hair as he runs his fingers through them, "There's my sweet girl." you sighed in bliss.

and for the first time that night.. the weight on your chest loosened, though it didn't disappear entirely, but it no longer felt like you were carrying it alone.

also a part of you knew you never had to explain another thing, because Leon understood you, just as you understood him.

It had always been that way.

It always would be, forever— until death did you part, and perhaps... even then, the two of you would crawl through hell itself for one more chance to find your way back to each other.

The mission switched quick, taking a twist that happened faster than I could process. The only one left to extract, the bodies of the other agents being collected as I sit silently in the helicopter. Not a word spoken, no reaction to anyone after so much happened before I could do anything. A detonating device planted that no one caught, unable to say a word as the ticking started. The only reaction I had was to jump from the moving truck leaving road rash, cuts and bruises all over my aching body. Staring out the window I keep seeing it over and over, not moving when we’ve settled on the landing pad. I don’t hear them trying to call me out, resorting to going to get the one person they know can get through to me. They don’t care as long as the job is done or the problem is bigger than this, disassociating from reality until a calloused hand gently finds my cheek.

“Hey…” Finding his eyes he sees them clear slightly, just enough to see he’s here. “You’re back, let’s get you out of here.” He takes my hand carefully, guiding me to stand and helping me out. He notices the limp, ripped clothes that reveal injuries. Beginning to guide me towards the medical wing I refuse, pulling away with a quiet disapproval. He nods, both of us sharing the same distain. Changing path he takes me to his office, cleaning my wounds and making sure nothing else needs more treatment. He stays quiet, moving slowly the way he knows helps me when I get in this state. As he cleans a scrape on my forehead with alcohol I lean forward, tucking my head into his shoulder with my hands gripping his shirt tight. He holds me, the pressure grounding me. “They are all dead, every single one. I couldn’t save them, I tried so hard. I did cpr on so many of them but it was too fucking late, I didn’t see the bomb, I jumped from the truck when I heard it hoping they would maybe do the same. Why me? Why couldn’t they live too?” He swallows the lump in his throat, knowing the feeling all too well.

“I don’t know baby, I know you tried. You did everything you could but sometimes there’s nothing you can do, I know it too. It wasn’t your fault, they said it was planted specifically so no one could catch it. It isn’t your fault, I don’t know why they do it. Just know it wasn’t your fault, it was out of your control.” His voice is soft, and everyone in this building knows. I’m Leon Kennedy’s one weakness, the one person he softens for. But despite it all, despite the clear feelings we both have we do nothing about it. We sit in this middle ground, floating between friends and more. We sit like that for a while, only pulling away when a knock comes to the door. “We need to get your statement, once we debrief you can write up the paperwork.” Standing from where I was sat I walk out, returning to the numbness as I make my way to the conference room. Taking a seat across from the group of higher ups I’m questioned to hell and back, voice going cold and distant as I answer every questioned fired off.

The explosion still rings in my ears, the bodies and smell of burnt flesh and hair. The soreness in my body from the impact and the attempts of cpr that came too late, entirely busted up and tired. “Can I put in for vacation, need some time off.” They all share a look, eventually giving me an answer bathed in pity. “Yes, just write up the report then you can take a month.” With a nod I thank them, leaving the room before shutting myself away in my office with all lights off. Putting my headphones on I blast music, shutting out the world as my fingers flow across the keyboard. I type it as fast as I can, just wanting to get out of here. Turning it in I carry all of my stuff, heading to my car when my name is called. Turning around Leon is headed over, heading out too. “Hey, heard they let you off for a month.” A tired smile crosses my face, despite being exhausted unable to turn him away. “Yeah, just need a break after it all.” He nods, falling in stride beside me as we head to our cars parked side by side. Parking spots no one dares to take, belonging to us. “You plan on going anywhere specific or just staying around here?”

I think about it, the idea to travel tempting but not enough to make me go. “Just staying here, don’t really feel like traveling anywhere right now.” He nods, unlocking my car as he walks over and opens my door. “You know where to find me if you want company.” Sitting in the drivers seat I thank him, a genuine smile lifting my lips. “Thank you, might take you up on that.” He returns the smile, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. We pause, eyes lingering on the others before we pull away. “You’re welcome, just send me a text or call.” With that he shuts my door, starting his own car as we both head to our respective home. Walking into the house I head to the shower, dropping my stuff in the doorway without care. Just a quick shower I avoid the mirror, back to it the entire time. I check the injuries again, making sure they don’t need any care before I crawl into bed.

When sleep drags me away it’s short lived, waking up screaming at horrors already survived. And it’s a routine, any time I fall asleep it lasts maybe an hour or two, avoiding sleep the rest of the night. The second week I stare at my phone, the time reading 5pm as I sit at Leon’s contact. In between calling or leaving him be, not wanting to be a burden to him. His words ring once more, telling me to just call if I want company. Finally clicking the number I lift the phone to my ear, chewing the inside of my cheek as the line rings. It clicks, his deep voice flowing through the phone. “Hey, was waiting for you to call.” I laugh, a smile replacing the constant frown I’ve worn for weeks. “I was building up the suspense you know, gotta make you wait a bit. Keep you on your toes.” I hear the amusement, the flirty teasing being returned. “Oh yeah? Sounds more like playing hard to get.” I hear the smug smile through the phone, knowing the look he wears by the tone of his voice. “Maybe, you never know.” He lets out an amused huff, conversation turning to what I’d called for. “Was wanting to know if you wanted to go get a drink, you can choose the place.”

He hums, rustling in the background a silent answer. “I’ll come pick you up.” The call ends soon after, heading to my room to shower and get ready. I decide on a dress, a rare sight to see. The dress is tight fitted showing off every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. Leaving my hair in its natural curls I do some light makeup, mascara and lip gloss feeling enough for the night. As the knock comes to the door I go to open it, Leon standing on the other side looking as if he’d put more effort than normal into his appearance. His eyes scan me up and down, drinking me in with his eyes. “Come in, just have to get my shoes on and grab my wallet.” Walking in he waits, hands in his pockets as I bend down to put my shoes on. “You look nice.” My hands stutter, heart skipping a beat as I look up at him. “You saying I don’t always look nice.” I raise a brow, his eyes widening as he begins to backtrack. “I didn’t mean it like that, you always look nice just-.” I laugh, his rambling making me laugh. “Leon, I’m joking. You look nice too.” He stops, cheeks tinged pink. The fact I have this man who’s 15 years older than me blushing gives me a confidence boost, the way I have him tripping over his words entertaining.

Sitting in the car he pulls out of my driveway, heading in a direction I knew he would choose. The music is quiet in the background, soft as we both talk. “How have you been doing?” I shrug, watching the city lights and bustling streets through the window. “I’ve been ok, just been having trouble sleeping.” He hums, the type that says he knows it all too well. “Nightmares?” I sigh, not in frustration but relief that he reads me like no one else does. “Yeah, I keep reliving the bombing or other missions. Decided to finally get out of the house and figured who better to call than the Leon Scott Kennedy.” Stopping at a red light he looks at me, that cocky smirk on his face. “Pulling out the middle name now?” And he avoids the first part, knowing when I end them with deflection not to press. “Of course, just for you.” He shakes his head, finally pulling up to the club he knows I like. “Alright y/n Rose, let’s go in.” I groan as I get out, hating my middle name since I was a kid. “Ugh I regret ever telling you my middle name.” He holds the door as we walk in, hand finding my lower back as we find a table that’s in a more private area.

Ordering drinks we talk as we get to the third, my skin flushed from the alcohol. “You look beautiful tonight, I just… I wanted you to know.” I meet his eyes, the comment different than normal. The usual being I look nice, but the tone and change of wording feels different. “Thank you, you look handsome too.” He smiles into his drink, an attempt to hide it as he takes a drink. The conversation turns more flirty than we have dared before, testing boundaries before I grab his hand dragging him to the dance floor. He’s never been one to dance, but being his weakness he does. He follows, joining the crowd as his hands find my waist. Turning my back to him I begin to dance, hips grinding back into him. His head dips, his lips ghosting my neck as he begins to guide my hips. I allow him to guide me, feeling him grow hard against my ass. His right hand reaches to grab my face, tilting me back as his lips finally capture mine. It’s heated, the way he grips my jaw tight, possessive. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, marking me as his own for everyone to see. Turning around in his arms his hands slide down to my ass grabbing two handfuls of the supple skin and squeezing. The action draws a gasp from my lips, his tongue slipping in at the opportunity.

Pulling away his eyes are dark, pupils blown with lust. “Let’s get out of here.” Nodding I keep my eyes on him, drunk on the feeling of his lips on mine. “Lead the way.” He adjusts the bulge in his pants, grabbing my hand and weaving our way through the crowded room. Making it to his car he presses me up against it, wedging his leg between my thighs. Leaning in the tip of his nose brushes mine, breath ghosting over my lips as he grips my hips. “Was this your plan, come get some drinks with me and drag me to the dance floor? Tease me around all those people inside so they know I’m with you?” He begins to move my hips back and forth, my head falling back against the car while my hands clutch at his broad shoulders. “Answer me baby, use your words. I know you can.” I nod quickly, lifting my head to try and keep my eyes on him. “Yes, wanted-.” I’m cut off by a gasp as he adjusts his leg, rough jeans dragging harder against my panties as arousal soaks the fabric. “Wanted what?” His voice is deeper than usual, rough as gravel as he urges me to finish what I began to say. “Wanted everyone to know you were with me, di- didn’t want anyone else to l-look at y-you.”

The corner of his lips tilt, letting his lips brush mine before pulling away as I chase. He steps away, leaving me high and dry as he backs away. “What the fuck?” He only laughs as if it’s a joke, opening the passenger door to allow me in. “Not done with you yet, but don’t worry I’ll take care of you. Don’t get bratty now.” I don’t move, arms crossing as I stare daggers into his eyes. “Get in the car, don’t be a brat.” And I still don’t move, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He walks slowly, lifting my chin with one finger. “You don’t wanna listen? Wanna be a brat then I’ll have to punish you, bad girls don’t get what they want.” Finally moving I get in the car, crossing my legs in an attempt to relieve some pressure. I don’t behave, the idea coming soon after he pulls out of the parking lot. Leaning over the center console he glances at me, hips jolting when I press a hand against his covered cock and squeeze. “What are you doing?” I bat my eyelashes, playing innocent as I undo his belt and jeans to release him from the confinements. “Don’t know what you are talking about.” His hands grip the wheel tight, as if holding it tight enough will help keep his composure as I begin to jerk him off slowly. Just as he begins a warning he’s cut off, one hand immediately tangling in my hair as I take him in my mouth. “Fucking hell.” His eyes bounce between the road and where my head bobs, beginning to guide the pace with the hold on my hair. I hear the struggle he’s dealing with, trying to control his breathing as he fights against the pleasure that threatens to take over.

“Playing a dangerous game baby, trying to make me crash?” I hum against his length, the vibration making a deep groan rumble in his chest. He pushes my head down, his entire cock down my throat as he holds me there. Beginning to sputter around him the sound is obscene, only releasing me after a few more moments. Gasping for air I look up at him, his forehead glistening with a thin sheet of sweat. Just as I wipe my mouth we pull up to a red light, his hand roughly grabbing my face as he kisses me. It’s rough, a mix of teeth and tongue as he reminds me who’s actually in control. The car behind us honks, the light having turned green. He addresses me, dominance thick. “Put my cock away and fix my jeans, we are almost there.” I immediately do as told, teasingly swiping my tongue over the tip one more time as he lets out a curse. Just as I button his pants we pulls into the parking lot, getting out and rounding the car. He opens the door, expecting me to immediately get out but instead I take my time. Moving slower than necessary just to test him, pushing the limits. “This how it’s gonna be? Wanna be a little brat then I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” The arousal is uncomfortable, panties sticking to my cunt with how wet they’ve become.

“Guess you will.” Getting out he has a tight hold on my hand, practically dragging me along with him to the elevator. My chest rises and falls faster than it should, skin on fire as the doors finally open to his home. He wastes no time, immediately finding my lips as he guides me blindly through the house. I’d been here a handful of times, but the only difference is the reason this time. Making it to his room he steps away, sitting on the edge of his bed leaning back on his hands. “Take your dress off for me, slow. Wanna see all of you.” Pulling the straps down he watches every little movement, putting a show on as he palms himself through his jeans. Left in just the lacy matching set that barely covers anything he lets out a strangled noise, curling his finger for me to come closer. Walking slowly his hands find my hips, pulling me closer until he whispers against my lips. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” I nod my head taking in a breath, “Yeah… I’m sure,” Satisfied with the answer he makes one last comment, hands moving to my ass. “Safe word is red, the minute you say it we stop. If you can’t talk or say anything tap three times understand?”

After the consent and safe word is set we continue, back to the way things started. “Lay across my lap, don’t wanna behave on the way here and be bratty then you get punished.” Laying across his lap he runs his fingertips up and down my skin, tickling the skin as anticipation builds. His hand comes down quick, a sharp sting on my ass cheek as the skin turns red. I yelp, a dark chuckle leaving his lips at the reaction. “Count them, I’ll decide when we stop.” I nod, excitement tingling. Each slap against my skin is verbally counted, swapping sides each time. “Th-Thirty.” His hand rubs the area, sore and red from the assault. His breath brushes the shell of my ear, leaning over my panting body. “Did so good for me, took every single one without a complaint.” The praise sends shivers down my spine, squeezing my thighs together in search of relief. He notices, one hand trailing down til he runs it between my thighs over the soaked panties. “Fuck, you enjoy that? Poor pussy is dripping so much your panties are ruined. Need some help with it?” I gasp it out, a breathless plea. “Please, need you to make it better.” And it slips before I can catch it, my body freezing the moment it registers. “Please daddy.”

A deep groan comes deep from his chest, cock jumping at the name. He immediately shoves my panties aside, as if losing control. He rubs my clit in quick firm circles, a cry escaping at the quick building pressure. “Yeah? That what you wanna call me? Don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.” He slides two fingers to my entrance, sliding them in with no trouble from how wet I already am. The squelches are obscene, bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. My nails dig into his jean covered leg, struggling to catch my breath as he curls his fingers into the spot that makes me see stars relentlessly. He slows down, an immediate whine of the sudden change before he pulls his fingers out completely. “On your knees, show me how good you suck cock.” My legs shake as I stand from his lap, legs already feeling like jello when we’ve barely started. Settled on my knees he stands above me, his hands working his belt open and pulling it from the loops. His jeans and underwear drop at the same time, pooling around his ankles as he fists his cock in one hand. “Open up, let me feel your throat again. Could barely focus on the road with your little show on the way here, so desperate you couldn’t wait.”

I open up immediately, one of his hands resting on my cheek as he begins feeding his cock in my mouth. He goes slow, savoring the feeling of my wet mouth wrapped around him. He moans, pushing all the way til my nose is nuzzled into the hair at his base. I swallow around him, forcing my eyes to open as I look at him through wet lashes. Thank god for waterproof mascara. “Fuck, gonna be the death of me. Looking at me with those doe eyes while my cock is stuffed down your throat, jesus.” He pulls back, slowly beginning to fuck my mouth. Humming around him he looses control for a second, hips roughly pushing forward as he hits the back of my throat. He pulls away quickly, a string of curses leaving him as he quickly pulls me to stand. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry baby are you ok?” It takes me a moment to answer, dazed from the fact that I wanted him to do it again. “Do it again, please?” His head tilts back, adams apple bobbing as he swallows. “Might actually fucking kill me, you sure?” The only answer I give is dropping again, knees on the ground sitting on my heels mouth open. Moving back in he settles his tip between my lips, my tongue moving to slide over the sensitive skin. “Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.” I nod, gushing even more than I thought possible.

Moving my hands to hold his thighs he thrust in, starting slow before speeding up. His head is thrown back, lost in the pleasure he feels from the tight confines of my throat. He lets out a moan, hands moving to the back of my head that he begins pushing down to meet his thrusts halfway. I hum around his cock, his hips stuttering before evening out again. The ache between my thighs grows too strong to handle, moving one hand from his thigh to dip into my panties. My own hips jerk forward, finding my clit before sliding two fingers inside. As I moan around him he looks down at me, my eyes closed and hand inside my panties touching myself while he fucks my mouth. “Fuck.” He pulls out of my mouth, grabbing my arms and pulling me to my feet. I pout my lips, his movement forcing my own pleasure to slip from my fingertips. “Touching yourself while I fuck your mouth, you like it that much? My dirty little slut likes when daddy fucks her throat, getting off to it. Such a shame you didn’t have permission. Get on the bed, hands and knees.” He waits there, watching as I crawl to the top of the bed. Dropping my chest to rest against the sheets ass in the air I wait, breath stuck in my throat as I feel the bed dip.

He settles behind me, hands running up and down my spine. “Look at you, barely gotten started and you are already so desperate.” He begins teasing me, running his cock between my thighs gathering wetness. “This what you needed? Needed someone to take care of you?” He leans over me, lips brushing the shell of my ear as his cock rests at my entrance. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He pushes in suddenly, pulling a scream as he gives me no time to adjust to the size. I turn my face into the mattress, noises muffled as the sound of skin slapping skin bounces violently off the wall. His fingers tangle in my curls, pulling my face out of the mattress to hear every sound he pulls out of me. “Don’t hide, let me hear every sound. Wanna listen as I ruin this pretty pussy.” The sting on my scalp where his hand is twisted in my hair adds to it all, thighs shaking as I feel my orgasm building faster. “Le- Leon! Gon- I’m gonna cum.” Just as I’m about to tip on the edge he pulls out, crying at the sudden loss of my high. “No no no!” Tears slip down my cheeks, overwhelmed at the second orgasm denial.

“That’s not my name, have I fucked you so good you can’t remember my name?” It confuses me for a moment, mind scrambling before I realize what I’d said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry daddy, won’t happen again.” He kisses my shoulder blades, trailing kisses over my spine. “Aww my baby’s sorry? Daddy making you feel so good you can’t even speak properly. Don’t know if you deserve to cum, refusing to get in the car and distracting me while I was driving.” It’s condescending, the words smooth as honey in my ears. “Please, ‘m sorry for being a brat. I’ll be good, I need you.” I feel him smile against the back of my neck, his hands running up and down my ribs as his hard cock rests against my ass. “You wanna be good now? What happened to that attitude when we left the club?” He rolls me over, hand raising to wipe tears from my cheeks. “I’m done, I’ll be behave. Please let me cum.” Leaning down his hand comes up to circle my throat, not applying pressure just holding. “Please what?” It’s as if I’d released a monster from its cage, the name having done something to him after it slipped.

I give him my best doe eyes, his lips inches from mine as he waits. “Please daddy.” His lips crash onto mine, a rough and desperate kiss as he slips back inside. He continues the unforgiving pace he’s previously set, hand around my throat squeezing just enough to intensify the pleasure. Arching my back he pants, eyes scanning every inch of the view beneath him. Leaning down he latches on my neck, leaving behind a mark that will be visible by morning. My fingers claw at his back, his hand dropping to rub my clit in fast messy swirls. He continues muttering pure filth in my ear, switching between degradation and praise perfectly. A cry leaves my lips as I’m tilting right at the edge, just about to fall when he does it again. Pulling out I fall limp, unsure if I will even survive at this point. “Why! You- You said-.” He cuts me off, a shit eating grin on his face. “I didn’t say anything, you asked me very sweetly but I never said yes.” He brushes my hair from my face, thumb trailing my bottom lip. He knows what he’s doing, knows he’s torturing me slowly and enjoying it, reveling in it. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth, both cheeks then my forehead.

“You’ve done so good, show me how good you are by cumming on my face. Then you can cum again on my cock.” I nod eagerly, fucked stupid at this point. He lays back, head on the pillows as he pulls me to straddle him. “Sit on my face.” I hesitantly move to straddle his face, scared I’ll accidentally hurt him. On the other hand Leon is more than willing to die that way, gripping my hips and tugging me down into his face. He dives in, devouring me as if he hasn’t eaten in years. The amount of noise that’s been coming from this room has to be able to be heard by the world at this point, Leon revealing sides of me I never knew existed. In the haze I begin rolling my hips, riding his face as he lets out a loud moan. His voice is muffled, not daring to pull away. “That’s it, ride my face. Take what you need.” He helps guide me by my ass, even encouraging me to move faster. My fingers cling at the headboard like my life depends on it, sweat slick forehead resting against the cool wooden surface. “I- I’m close!” He hums, that small vibration doing it for me. The tension of the denials explodes, liquid squirting on Leon’s face as he does nothing but drink it in. My thighs shake as it subsides, clumsily moving to straddle his hips.

He wipes his face as his hand smoothes up and down my trembling thigh, my head falling to rest in the crook of his neck. He holds me, moving hair from my face to look. “You ok? We can stop if it’s too much.” Swallowing in an attempt to relieve my dry mouth I shake my head, leaning up to make eye contact. “I don’t wanna stop, I’m ok.” Rolling us over its crosses my mind for a moment, wondering how the fuck a forty year old man has this amount of stamina. Grabbing my thighs he places them high on his hips, guiding himself back into my cunt with a whine. He builds up the pace, a white ring of cream gathered at the base of his dick. He watches where he disappears inside me, watching my pussy suck him back in every time he pulls back. “Gonna make this pussy mine, fuck you so good you won’t be able to think of anyone else. Tell me, who do you belong to, whose pretty pussy is this?” I whine, clenching around him as overstimulation claws at my skin.

“Y- Yours! All- Only yours!” His hips stutter, losing rhythm for a moment before catching back up. “That’s right, you’re mine. All mine.” His mouth crashes against mine, orgasm crashing over me harder than ever before. Screaming his name, he feels the splash of release coating him. As overstimulation hits I see the crease in his brow, trying to hold himself off. Ghosting my lips against the shell of his ear he whimpers, the words that come next pulled from deep within. “Cum inside me daddy.” He squeezes my thigh almost painfully tight, the arm holding him up lowering to his elbow caging me in. “Fuck, you- you can’t say that. Can’t say shit like that.” I press my lips to the prickly hair that lines his jaw, his cock twitching inside my walls showing how much he likes the idea. “Please, I really want it. Wanna feel your warm cum inside me, feel it drip out of me, keep me full after.” That seals it for him, my words feeling like a worm invading his mind. Three more rough thrusts and he’s slamming in as deep as possible, teeth digging into my shoulder and body shuddering as he releases rope after rope of cum inside me. He collapses on top of me, balls completely empty after not having sex in so long.

As we both come down I feel his lips press against the spot his teeth dug into my shoulder, the tenderness behind it an apology. He lifts his head from my neck, adjusting so his full weight isn’t crushing me. Peppering kisses around my face he pushes my hair back, stubborn pieces sticking to my forehead. “You ok? I didn’t hurt you right? Didn’t go too hard?” Worry swims in his eyes, mixing with the blue as they scan my face. “No, it was amazing. Fuck you ruined me for anyone else.” He laughs, relieved with the answer and proud he accomplished his goal. “Good.” He leans down, kissing me again but this time slower, savoring it. It’s a contrast to the way he just fucked me stupid and now kissing me as if I’ll shatter at the slightest move. Sitting up he pulls out slowly, a whimper I tried to push down escaping at the loss of him. “Sorry baby, I know.” He sits back on his heels, eyes glued to where his cum leaks out. He gathers it up on his fingers, pressing his fingers in to push it back in. Jerking away in overstimulation he rubs a hand over my hip, “Just putting my cum back where it belongs, making sure you stay full of me.” Removing his fingers after he’s satisfied he’d stuffed as much as he could back inside he lays down beside me, immediately pulling me into him.

“Didn’t guess you would be one to call me daddy.” My face burns hot, cheeks now pink for a completely different reason than the afterglow. “Shut up.” His chest moves as he laughs, pressing a kiss to my head. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing, I just didn’t expect it.” I shrug, exhausted body completely melted into him as he pulls the blankets over me. “I mean, I did grow up with a dad who only came around when he had a girl he wanted to impress…” He chokes on air at that, never having mentioned it before and just dropping it casually. “That would explain it I guess.” We both lay in silence, his cum dripping down my thighs as we settle in the new bubble of peace. I can feel him growing anxious, sitting up enough to see him properly. “What’s going on in your head, can hear you thinking.” His eyes look away from mine, waiting patiently for his response. “This isn’t just a one time thing right?” Gently guiding his eyes back to me I smile, taking in his features. “I don’t do one night stands, not my kind of thing. I’m in this for the long haul if you are, I mean a hot older boyfriend who fucks me stupid is just a bonus.” He shakes his head, wiggling my eye brows at the last part. “What did I get myself into.” Throwing my leg over him I settle on top, pressing my lips against his throat. “Bagged a hot girlfriend who is fucking amazing and funny.”

Pulling me away from his neck his hand finds my throat, my eyes dilating and breath hitching. “Careful baby, don’t start something you can’t finish.” Rolling my hips over his already half hard cock I lean in, smiling against his lips. “I never start something I can’t finish.” And when his hand tightens around my throat once again and his lips crash against mine I know it’s gonna be a long night.

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Drabbles (<2k words)

It started out calm, going out for drinks with everyone after a long shift. Leon had been by my side the whole night, hand resting on my thigh. Leaning into me he whispered he’d be back, heading to the bathroom leaving an empty seat. As I waited for his return someone sat down beside me, ignoring him until he spoke up. “Hi gorgeous.” I immediately wish he didn’t speak, clearly looking for something I wasn’t interested in. “Hi.” It’s flat, trying to give a hint. “Looks like your drink is almost empty, let me buy you a fresh one. What are you drinking?” I raise my brow at him, finally looking over. He’s about my age, dark hair and eyes. “Look, I’m sure you are a good guy but I am not interested. There’s plenty of other women, you can go buy one of them a drink.” He doesn’t seem to take that well, leaning closer into me. “I’ve got my eyes on you, a pretty girl sat all alone at the bar. Let me keep you company.” Before I can respond a voice sounds from behind me, a smug smile taking over my face. “I suggest you back away, she’s taken.” His hand slips to my lower back, snaking around to pull me into him. The man leans back, frowning at Leon before turning back to me. “Is your daddy coming to your rescue?” It’s a large exaggeration, my boyfriend 38 and definitely not old enough to be my father. Leon immediately lifts his hand to my chin, pulling me into a possessive kiss to make it clear what we are. He pulls away, my lips chasing his as he leaves, “Move on kid, she’s not available.” He huffs, a look of disgust on his face. He takes a few steps away, Leon beginning to take his spot beside me once more before we hear it.

“Old enough to be her father yet dating her, grooming young girls.” It’s even more dramatic, the gap not large enough for the insult but clear when looking at us. Leon stands immediately, crossing the distance as I quickly move to follow. He’s face to face with the guy, fists clenching and unclenching as his voice comes in a low growl. “Wanna say that again?” I place my hand on his arm, quietly saying his name but he doesn’t move. “Maybe you didn’t hear me old man, you are grooming young girls to date you, can’t get someone your own age so you take the young ones.” Taking the training we have for work I stop him, catching his fist before it can make contact with the man’s face. I do not want to be bailing him out of jail tonight and explaining what happened to our boss. “Leon don’t. It’s not worth it, he’s not worth our time.” Leon looks down at me, taking steps away from the man as I move between them. He pulls me into him, one hand sliding down and grabbing a handful of my ass. I only turn enough to see the other, giving him my own parting words. “First of all, quit being so fucking dramatic. We aren’t that far apart in age and our relationship is none of your fucking business. Second, being a brat doesn’t look good on you, reminds me why I like the older ones. They aren’t babies who throw temper tantrums when they don’t get what they want.” The man walks away, letting out another huff as he leaves. Leon pulls me tight against him, whispering in my ear.

“Gonna take you home, remind you who you belong to.” He bites my earlobe, my breath stuttering as arousal immediately fills my body. He grabs my hand, pulling me out of the building and straight to the car. Opening my door I sit down, Leon dipping in to kiss me once again. His tongue slips past my lips, the heat building as I let out a soft moan. Pulling away he smirks, adjusting the crotch of his jeans to hide the growing bulge. Getting in he starts the car, immediately pulling out quick enough the tires squeal. He drives quick, jaw clenched tight. “Leon, I’m all yours you know. Don’t want anyone else other than you.” He lets out a breath through his nose, jealousy poisoning his veins. “Need to make sure you know who you come home to, make it clear to everyone who lays eyes on you.” I smile, excitement at what’s coming and amused with the clear jealousy he’s displaying. “Hm, maybe he was right, you are an old man. You sure you can get it up anymore?” Pulling into the driveway he quickly gets out, crossing to my side and nearly ripping me out of the car. He leans in close, nose brushing mine. “You really think that?” He grabs my hand, placing it over the bulge in his jeans. “Feel that? That feel like I can’t get it up?” I give him that teasing smile, egging him on. “You never know, could lose it while trying to fuck me.” He backs away, snatching my hand and taking me into the house. The second the door closes I’m pressed against it, pinning me there as his hand finds my throat. My chest rises and falls fast, panties already soaked. “Gonna regret it baby, want to act like a brat and tease I can’t keep it up then I’ll have to show you.” As he says the next words he’s pressed tightly against me, lips brushing mine with every word.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly what I can do, fuck you until you are crying, begging me to stop. Good thing you don’t have to work tomorrow, not gonna be able to leave the bed once I’m done with you.” I whimper, despite wanting to sound more confident it comes out whiny. “Please, remind me I’m yours Leon.” His hand tightens around my throat, squeezing just enough to heighten the pleasure as his lips crash into mine. He shoves his knee between my legs, hand leaving my throat to find my waist. Pulling away from my lips he begins moving me back and forth, riding his thigh as his lips travel to my jaw. Tilting my head back the moans slip freely, my neck exposed to his attack. He drags down to the soft spot on my neck, latching there and sucking harshly. I gasp, the sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure coursing through my body from where he drags me over his thigh. He runs his tongue over the mark he left, the skin quickly bruising as he leaves hickeys any place available. My voice pitches higher, the sign I’m on the verge of cumming finding him. He moves away completely, leaving the pleasure to quickly fall away. “Nuh uh, only good girls get to cum. Being a brat tonight, should’ve known you don’t get to cum until I decide you can sweetheart. Now go to the bedroom and take everything off, when I get in there I want you naked on the bed. Understand?” I nod, the normal submission already taking claim. “Yes sir.” He steps away, palming himself through his jeans as I walk away towards the bedroom. As I enter the bedroom I quickly undress, feeling the slick drip down to my thighs. Getting another idea I smile at my own plans, trailing one hand down my body to play with myself. Rubbing circles over my clit I slip lower, pressing two fingers inside and beginning to pump them.

As he finally walks in he holds a towel in his hand, the item telling me exactly what is going to happen. Dropping it down he moves quick, catching my hand and immediately pulling it away. “Really pushing it tonight baby, maybe you don’t deserve to cum at all. Get myself off, cum and never let you finish.” I whine as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the ground before climbing over me. He runs one hand over my body, starting from my neck and moving down. “Use the safe word if you need to, if it hurts or is too much tell me immediately ok? I don’t want to hurt you.” I nod, trying to catch his lips with mine but he pulls away. “Tell me, use your words.” I nod again, the words coming slow as my mind races with what’s coming. “Yes sir.” He groans, his lips crashing into mine with a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He lowers his hips to rest against mine, beginning to grind against me as his rough jeans drag against my bare cunt. I gasp into the kiss, the friction sending sparks up my spine. Pulling his lips from mine he begins trailing down, beginning to suck more marks into my neck any space he finds. As if I’m his canvas to leave his masterpiece upon, marking my throat in designs the shape of his lips. With each mark he drags his tongue over to soothe the sting, copying the ritual until he reaches eye level with my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, pinching and pulling the other. The minute my hands slide into his hair he’s moving, gathering both wrists and pinning them tightly together above my head. He moves to be eye level again, a cocky smile on his face. “No touching baby, let me have my fun. If you are good maybe I’ll let you have your own fun too.” He goes back to what he had previously been doing, finding my nipple again before switching to the other. After leaving multiple bites on them he moves lower, whispering against the skin of my navel.

“Keep your hands there.” He lets them go, moving to hold my legs wide open to expose me to him. He wastes no time, my hands twitching to hold onto his head as he dives into my folds. His tongue glides through, beginning to eat me out like a man starved. The slurping noises are obscene, my loud moans mixing with his own groans as he drinks everything he can gather. Pulling away slightly I watch, his eyes on mine as he spits on my cunt before leaning right back in to continue his attack. My thighs threaten to close around his head, the overwhelming sensations making my thighs shake and stomach clench relentlessly. He moves one hand to find my entrance, shoving two fingers in and setting a rough pace immediately. His lips latch around my clit, sucking harshly as he adds a third finger. I cry out his name, the intense pressure building in my lower belly nearing its snapping point. “Leon I-” I can’t finish my sentence, his mouth pulling away just slightly as he speaks. “Gonna cum? I don’t know if you should to be honest-” I interrupt him, back arching violently as I try to hold it back. “Please please please please! I’m sorry, I wanna cum please!” I feel the smile as he flicks his tongue against the sensitive nub, words muffled against me. “So sweet when you beg, go ahead baby. Cum for me.” I immediately release, crying out loudly as liquid gushes out. He moans into me, pulling away to rub his hand back and forth to prolong it.

My mind vaguely remembers the towel he had dropped to the ground, his hand pulling away from its place when my orgasm slows to a stop. He kisses back up my body, his lips finding mine and face wet with my cum. His hand slips back down, his free one pulling my hands against him to indicate I can touch. I slide one into his hair as his finds its way back between my thighs, three fingers thrusted back inside as his thumb swirls my clit. My mouth falls open my hand flying down to grab his wrist in the overstimulation. “Nuh uh, let go or I’ll have to pin your hands back down again.” I pull it away, hips beginning to chase his fingers in the mix of pain and pleasure. He laughs, as if entertained by the mixed reaction. “What happened? First trying to stop me and now you’re humping my hand like a bitch in heat, can’t even decide what you want.” He repeatedly curls into the spot only he can find, the hand not between my thighs grabbing my chin. “Can’t talk? Have I fucked you stupid already? Barely getting started, only had my fingers and tongue yet you are unable to even speak.” I whimper, face burning at the vulgar words. His fingers speed up, audibly smacking against the soaked skin with each thrust. I cry out more, thighs beginning to shake as the knot returns. Squirting again he moans, eyes dropping to watch. He bites my shoulder as he pulls his hand away, the sting followed by the balm of his tongue running over the sensitive imprint of his teeth.

I hear the metal of his belt clink as he opens it, the sound of his zipper followed close behind. Removing both his jeans and underwear he leans over me, stroking his cock as the tip hovers close to my hole. “Here’s how this is gonna go, you are going to take what I give you and if you cum without permission you will be punished. Wait until I tell you, keep your eyes on me, got it?” I nod frantically, his tip running between my folds. “Yes sir.” He settles at my entrance, punching the air from my lungs when he thrusts in all at once. I cry out, nails digging into his skin as he immediately sets a harsh pace. My legs cross over his lower back, keeping my eyes on him as he grunts with the effort he uses with every thrust. I’m quickly reduced to screams of his name, resulting in his mouth finding mine to swallow every sound. He pulls back, not missing a beat as he continues moving. He takes my legs from around his hips, pulling them together to rest on his shoulder changing the angle. My hands tangle in the sheets, a mean smile on his face. “Jesus baby, so fucking tight around me. Soaking my cock, dripping like a fountain. Such a dirty girl, poor pussy clenching around me like she’s begging me for more. Wants my cum so bad, clenching around me trying to milk me. Don’t worry, I’ll give it all to you when I’m done. Might even fill you up multiple times, cum inside you until there’s no more room for it to go.” I reach for any part of him I can hold, his hand finding my throat and squeezing. My walls close in on him even tighter, a hiss leaving him when he feels it. My orgasm grows fast, the combination of his hand around my throat and the angle he thrusts making it hard to hold back.

“Leon! I’m gonna-” He shakes his head, folding my body in half as he squeezes just a little tighter. “Don’t. You better hold it baby girl, don’t you dare cum.” His face is inches from mine, warm breath fanning against my face. It takes everything in me to not cum, crying out his name in between rough kisses. Just as I feel like I’m about to combust he pulls out, panting as he flips me over. Manhandling me onto my hands and knees the relief is only momentary, thrusting back in as soon as he has me exactly the way he wants. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks, words that I don’t think make much sense tumbling out. The headboard of our shared bed collides with the wall loudly, surprisingly not having left a mark yet. His hands have a death grip on my hips, pulling me back to meet him halfway with every slam of his hips against my ass. My body feels like jello already, turning to hide my face into the bed before his hand tangles in my hair and pulls my back to his chest. "Trying to hide from me? None of that, looking so beautiful with my cock stuffed deep inside your little cunt." He bites down on my neck, an arm snaking around my waist to hold me in place when my legs buckle. "P-Please." He smiles, grunting in my ear as my head falls back against his shoulder. "Please what? What are you asking me for my love?" I begin pushing my own hips back against him, his lips grazing my cheek as he feels it. "Want more? Already about to break and you are pushing back against me like I'm not giving you enough. Are you that spoiled? My sweet girl being greedy." I nod, not really listening to exactly what he's saying. He turns my head to face him, kissing me hard. He grabs my throat again, squeezing as he continues to control the kiss.

He pulls away just barely, eyes trailing down my body. "You know- fuck. You are being so good, not cumming and following directions. Do you wanna cum baby? Think I might let you cum." I nod, breath catching as he suddenly slows to a torturous pace. "Wanna cum-" I'm cut off by my own moan, his hips picking up to a speed even faster and harder than the previous pace. "Hm, alright." His fingers find my clit and circle it fast, surging to the edge before he stops completely. I cry as he pulls out, moving to lay flat on the bed as I become a shaking mess. "Changed my mind." I muffle a cry of frustration into the mattress, entire body on fire at the relentless way he brings me right to the edge then snatches it away. "Leon, I can't- I'm sorry baby, I won't do it again. Please let me cum." He straddles my thighs, resting his entire body over top of mine. He smooths his hands over my burning skin, clicking his tongue. "I don't know, can't decide if you should come tonight." He dips down, his mouth littering my skin in soft kisses that are a strong contrast to the way he's been pounding me into the mattress. "Please." It comes out in a cross between a moan and a sob, Leon's hand reaching down as he presses his tip to my entrance. "Let me back in baby, I'll see what I can do about letting you come." As if I had denied him entrance, when I never did. He pushes back in, the pace he sets slow and devastatingly deep. Without realizing I try to shift away, body fighting itself on what to do. He slips his arm beneath my neck, wrapping it around and squeezing. Placing me in a chokehold. He speeds up, chastising me in my ear. "Don't run away from me, take what I give you. I know you can take it."

I bite down on his arm, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear. "Choking my dick, is it too big for you? Crying into the sheets while your cunt is strangling me. Creaming on it when I put you in a headlock, staring at my arms all the time. Knew you would like it, but you like everything I give you isn't that right." I nod, mumbling something that's supposed to be an agreement. His next words make me whine loud, hoping he means it this time. "Cum for me baby, let it out." I clench harder in an attempt to hold it, his arm around my throat loosening a bit as he presses his lips to my temple. "Cum for me or I won't let you cum at all." I snap, screaming his name as stars burst behind my eyelids. He curses, quickly pulling away and sitting back. As I slowly come down he's running his hand up and down my spine soothingly, the touch and soft praise reaching me. "There you go, my love. That's it." The bed beneath me is soaked, thighs drenched as he moves to lay beside me on his side. My eyes are still closed, catching my breath. "Hey, look at me." I blink them open slowly, his hand gentle as he brushes over my hair. "You ok?" I nod, nuzzling into where his hand rests. "Mhm, just need a minute." He nods, leaning over to leave soft kisses everywhere he can reach. Rolling over I slide a hand into his hair, pulling his lips to mine as he groans. Following me over he finds his way back over top of me, trailing a hand between us and guiding himself to my entrance. I gasp as he slowly slides back in, bottoming out as he lets out a deep groan. He starts slow, building up til he's punching the air from my lungs once more. The sounds in the room are vulgar, skin slapping skin, the squelching sounds and my moans mixing together. As I'm getting close once again Leon snatches my legs, placing them on his shoulders and leaning down effectively folding me in half.

Just as he begins to talk he's cut off, my phone which rests on the nightstand beginning to ring. He leans up, still thrusting as he grabs it. A shit eating grin takes place over his features, turning to show me the screen. Jill. He hands it to me, my eyes widening as I realize what he wants. I hold the phone with shaky hands, Leon leaning over with his lips right beside my ear. "Don't keep her waiting, answer her. Not nice to ignore people's calls." When I still don't move to answer it from the shock of his request he takes it, answering the call and putting it on speaker. My face turns a dark red, Leon on the other hand smiling as he never stops moving. "Hey, are you ok? You disappeared." I swallow, trying to make sure my voice comes out steady. "Y- yeah I'm alright." Leon looks entertained, the stutter not calming Jill's worry. "Are you sure? You don't sound alright?" Just as I open my mouth to answer Leon's thumb begins swirling over the sensitive nub, biting my lip as I choke back a noise. "Y/n?" He mouths for me to answer her again, forcing myself to speak as I try to get her off the phone. It's hard to keep a steady voice, another orgasm creeping in fast. "Sorry, I promise I'm alright. Just- Just didn't feel well so I came home." She seems to accept it enough, Leon staying quiet enough she won't hear as he speaks. "Good girl." He places a hand around my jaw, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Alright, well I hope you feel better. Let me know if you need anything." Humming to her words I mumble a goodbye, hanging up as I am seconds from release. "F-fuck Leon!" He laughs, adjusting his angle and picking up his movements. "What? You are the one who said it's not nice to leave people on read or not answer calls." His lips crash into mine, tongue slipping into my mouth as I squirt for what feels like the millionth time. My thighs shake, back arching as I cry out.

His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming more frantic and desperate as he continues despite the liquid gushing out around him. "Gonna fill you up, you want that?" I nod, the tip of his cock bullying my cervix. "Yeah? Maybe I should put a baby in you, get you nice and pregnant. Then no one will guess who you belong to, know that I’m the one you come home to. Know that it’s me who put a baby in you, your belly all round and these gorgeous tits full of milk.” My cunt clenches around him, whining as my nails dig into his skin hard enough to draw blood. "Oh? You liked that? Want me to knock you up, carry my baby inside you and make you a mama. I could do that, cum inside you over and over again- god damn- fuck you over and over until it takes." His cock twitches inside me, his own words having an effect on not only me but himself. He'd never talked about getting me pregnant before, apparently just now realizing he liked it at the same time I did. He grips my hips tight, sure to be bruised by morning as he pulls me to meet him. As he bottoms out his balls are flush against my ass, shuddering on top of me as he cums as deep as he could possibly reach. As the last few drops of cum leak from his tip he lays his head on my chest, both of our bodies covered in sweat. He lifts his head, peppering kisses all over my face as I come down. "You alright babe?" Although I don't verbally answer I nod, pouting my lips to indicate I want a kiss. He laughs, moving to press a kiss to my lips. "Didn't hurt you did I?" I clear my throat, taking a deep breath as I brush his hair from his face. "No. I mean I don't think my legs are functional, but you didn't hurt me." He laughs, pulling away to carefully pull out as I close my eyes. I jump at the sudden emptiness, Leon leaning back down to kiss me.

"Want me to run you a bath?" I peek an eye open, a smile tugging at my lips. "Bubble bath?" He nods, taking a breath as he gets off the bed. "Yes ma'am." I watch as he tugs his boxers up his legs, disappearing into the bathroom as the faucet turns on. Closing my eyes I feel his cum dripping out of me, sliding down to join the mess on the sheets. "Leon." He returns to my side, resting his chin on my bent knee. "Yeah?" I gesture to the soaked sheets, his eyes following. "Oh." I laugh, continuing to talk as he moves lower to where his cum is leaking from me. "How are we supposed to sleep in our bed if the sheets are completely soaked." He drags a finger through the mess of his cum, pushing it back inside my sore cunt. I jerk, quickly snatching his wrist to stop him. He shrugs, scooping me up into his arms and walking to the bathroom. "I'll figure that out, let's get you into the bath before the water gets cold.” Helping me into the tub he sits on the side of it, smiling at me with this lovesick look. "What?" He shakes his head, leaning closer and placing a quick kiss to my lips. "Nothing, just love you." I nudge my nose against his, stealing another kiss. "Love you too." He stands as he begins to leave the bathroom, heading to sort out the bed he had helped ruin. "Leon, you know I would never want to be with anyone else right?" He looks back, nodding. "Yeah I know, I will say though... You looked sexy as fuck going off on him, I couldn't keep my hands to myself after that." I shake my head, slipping a bit lower into the bath water. "Well, he insulted you and was acting like a child. You were being a jealous asshole too by the way." He plays dumb, calling to me from the other room as he begins taking the sheets off the bed. "I don't know what you are talking about." I shake my head, mumbling the last part beneath my breath. "Sure you don't." He pops back in again, eyes scanning my neck before he winks. "At least now when someone looks at you they know not to fuck around." I turn to look in the mirror, dark purple bruises all over my neck and chest extremely visible. "Leon Scott Kennedy!" He laughs, joining his laughter after a second.

//

It's pushing 1 a.m. when leon finally hears the door open, followed by heavy, uncoordinated footsteps and the lazy sounds of you trying to lock the door. Leon shuffled out of bed, brows furrowed faintly as he found you leaning into the door, almost unable to keep yourself upright as you fiddled with the locks on the door. Leon sighed, coming up behind you to offer support with an arm around your waist, his other hand coming to lock the two locks on the door of the apartment.

"It's one in the morning. You said you'd be home by eleven." Leon scolded quietly, helping you get rid of your jacket. You leaned into him, whining.

"I had ssss—sooo much fun." You argued.

"Yeah, smells like it." He huffed. "Is this how you feel when I come home all shit faced and smelling like alcohol?" He joked, helping you kick your shoes off before you stumbled toward the bedroom.

"Mmh, shhh, you'll wake the neighbors." You slurred, shuffling to find the wall for support as you turned back to Leon.

"Hey—hang on! Where on earth were you? You were out until one a.m., and you're not going to tell me where you were?"

"I was out! Bars. Probably a food truck or two. I dunno." You groaned at his persistent pushing to find out why you were out so late.

"You didn't answer your phone once. Not even texts before you were gone for the first hour." He frowned, meeting you where you stood against the wall, your movement antsy and whiney as you tried not to run off and avoid his scolding. You'd both realize later how hypocritical this was of him, but you only had one thought now.

"Can I show you how sss—" You interrupted yourself with a small hiccup, swallowing thickly before you continued, "s-sorry I am?" You fell forward into him, and he tensed as he caught you, letting your face bury into his neck.

He hesitated, unsure of what your apology entailed, but he helped you upright with a firm grasp around your waist. "You're drunk." He said firmly.

"Lee," you whined, hands splaying over his chest and clutching at his shirt.

"I know you needed a night out. You've been absolutely fucking swamped at work, and the missions, and the lack of alone time—"

"I don't wanna talk about work." You grumbled. "Why can't I just apologize how I want to?" You huffed.

"You're stressed. You needed a night off. You don't need to apologize."

"But you're upset."

"I'm upset because you didn't answer your phone, you got home at one in the morning, you're absolutely shit faced, and now—"

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him downward and making both of you stumble backward to where your back pressed to the wall with your lips crashing messily against his. Leon grunted, left hand holding your waist while his right hand smacked against the wall so he didn't fall against you.

"Shut up." You scolded, panting lightly against his lips. You deepened the sloppy kiss, lips notching together perfectly with his focus on your lower lip. After a moment, he eased into your advances, letting out a low, smooth purr of arousal.

"You—" He exhaled, trying to pull back to speak. You kept him close with a hand gripping his hair. "You are drunk." He sputtered against the kiss, only for you to pull away and huff, brows furrowing.

"I'm drunk, apologetic, and unbelievably horny. You're just lucky I made it home before I pulled over and dealt with myself." You stared up at him.

"You drove home?" He pulled back further.

"Ugh, no, I had Maddy drive me home." You groaned.

"Then how would you—"

"Empty threats, Leon! Can't you avoid questioning me for five minutes?" You leaned back, slouching against the wall with an exhausted whine.

"Maybe you should try weed instead of alcohol." He muttered.

"Weed isn't much different. Are you done lecturing me, or can I continue?" You looked up at him, eyes droopy and half-lidded. You exhaled slightly, only for the breath to be interrupted with a small hiccup and a groan. When Leon didn't answer, you moved forward and yanked him by the shirt to make him follow you to the bedroom down the hall. Before he could object—which he wasn't planning on doing—you had him pushed onto the bed and you were already ridding yourself of your clothes. You had to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt, but once that was done, you crawled onto the bed with him and straddled him.

Now, clad in only a lace set matching with a pretty midnight blue color, Leon could hardly sputter out a poor excuse for some kind of response. He swallowed harshly, looking up at you.

"Are you going to stay dressed and deal with the mess of laundry or are you—"

"Undressing." He said quickly, reaching to take off his shirt and move to undo the drawstring of his sweats. With the sweats easily loosened, you lifted your hips and let him shimmy the pants down a little to where he could easily kick them off.

"That's better." You muttered, settling in his lap and earning a faint squeak of a response thanks to the pressure of your core pressing against the base of his cock through the thin layer of his boxers and your panties. "Sensitive." You giggled, biting at your lip as you gave an experimental drag of your hips, only for his legs to jerk and his hips to hump against you.

"This is supposed to be an apology." He huffed.

"Eh, changed my mind. Just really wanted to get my hands on you." You grinned, dragging your hips back and forth with a torturous pressure. You moaned softly as you angled your hips to let his tip catch against your clit. He let his head fall back.

Usually, foreplay would last at least another ten minutes with you. You needed a little more attention than Leon, so when he felt you already pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties aside, he was momentarily stunted and completely caught off guard. He blinked, lips parted.

"Aren't you gonna.. tease a little more?" He asked quietly, huffing faintly as he looked down where your body hovered above his.

"I don't need to." You gestured down at his already aching boner, and it became clear that you were excited enough when you propped his cock upright and let the fat tip press against your entrance. He choked on air, lips falling open as he clutched at the bedsheets to contain himself and avoid bucking his hips.

You eased down onto his length, your walls thoroughly soaking his length and dripping down his cock as you began to rise and fall on his length. Leon wasn't used to the pace of things—you were going too fast for him to process half of it, too fast for him to savor the feeling of you wrapped snug around him, and too fast for him to focus on not cumming within an embarrassing time.

"Oh—oh, fuck," he exhaled heavily, head fallen back as his brows furrowed, his thighs tense and shaky. "Slow down," he huffed, hands coming to hold your hips in a poor attempt to slow you down.

"Mm—mm." You shook your head, biting your lower lip as you pushed more upright in his lap, hips rising and falling so fast that your thighs began to burn within the first minute or two.

The mattress and bed frame creaked under the weight and motion, the sounds of metal and wood stressing mingled nicely with the moans and whines of Leon and the moans and gasps from you. Leon took in the sight finally—starting at your lower half. Your thighs tense, the fat of your thighs, ass, and hips jiggling with every bounce. Your pussy stretched impossibly tight around his girth, and your tits bouncing with each movement from you. Leon's hands, shaky and weak, came to grope and palm at your tits. You'd think your drunken state would render you sloppy, unstable, weak, or even drowsy!

No, no, you didn't seem to take alcohol the way Leon did. Leon definitely took alcohol and was knocked out by the time he'd make it home. If he managed to, that is. You? Oh, you took it and ran with it like it was holding you hostage and you needed to make up for drinking so much. Leon was the one rendered weak and shaky and sloppy—although for once, he was the sober one!

"Fuck, please," he choked out, eyes rolling back. "You gotta.. gotta slow down." He whined, hips subconsciously bucking and chasing a deeper, insistent need.

"Uh-uh." You huffed. "Not... not happenin'." You slurred slightly, leaning back and planting your palms firmly on his thighs, which were tense in an effort to hold himself back. The different angle made the head of his cock push harder against your g-spot with every downward slam of your hips. Your moans grew louder, heavy breathing mingling with the sounds within the bedroom.

"Oh, shit, please!" He practically cried, brows knitting tighter as his body locked up sporadically. You shook your head, a small giggle leaving your lips at his desperate clutching at your hips and the blankets, his back arching. He looked absolutely pathetic—you hoped you'd remember the look on his face. Nose scrunched, brows knitted, soft blue eyes brimming with fat tears, lips quivering and almost spilling over with drool.

"Y're s-so fuckin' pathetic." You purred with a slight stammer in your words, looking down at him with a slightly crooked grin, all too happy with the state of Leon in the moment.

Leon could hardly muster up a poor excuse for arguing your claim, his mind preoccupied by the fact that he was going insane with your tight cunt around his cock, and the sight of you riding him like there really was no tomorrow. His hands grasped desperately at your thighs, his short and blunt nails digging into your skin as he fucked upward to meet your hips. He whimpered, legs kicking with every sharp shock of pleasure that would run through him. He could feel his end coming. He knew this was going to be so embarrassing—usually he at least had the decency to tell you, but the way you'd turned his brain to mush made it hard.

You could feel it, too. Leon's signs of orgasm were never subtle. Twitchy cock, legs jolting or shaking harder, his chest jittering with shaky, uneven breaths, and the most subtle but still noticeable in certain angles, was how his cock would throb and his balls would draw up tight. Without a warning, Leon's fingers clawed down your thighs, his cock pulsing and spilling his cum into you in thick, heavy spurts that made your body shiver. You rode him through the orgasm until his cum began to leak and spill out of your pussy. You took one hand and brought it to draw tight, messy circles against your clit with your middle and ring finger.

With his cock softening, sensitivity reaching a high, Leon practically cried. "Fuck—hoo—oh, god, y're gonna fuckin' break me, baby," he panted, barely coherent and audible as he watched you chase your own pleasure with no regard for his need for a break. Luckily, you weren't far behind, but it still took enough time for Leon's tears to finally spill over and decorate his cheeks with faint streaks.

You mewled at your pleasure peaking, thighs tensing and knees locking as you ground against him. It wasn't as good as it could've been, but it was enough for Leon's torture to be over. Your walls pulsed around him, and he shivered and squirmed and whined, shoulders tense as he turned his head to hide it in the pillows. You huffed, leaning over him as you lifted your hips and let the last bits of your shared mess spill onto his cock. His length twitched in response, but gave no other indication of round two.

You settled to lay on his chest, nuzzling up close to him as you kissed at his collarbone. "Mmh," you purred quietly, eyes closing. "Y're warm."

"Uh-huh.." Leon huffed quietly, eyes falling shut as his trembly hands came to rest over your back, keeping you close. "I'll join you for drinks from now on." He muttered. You were too tired to argue, and his words fell deaf upon your ears as you were already slipping into sweet, sweet unconsciousness.

He laid completely bare beneath you, his hard cock twitching against your belly, while your nipples brushes with your every move against his thighs creating a delicious friction that shoots right into your core, which you could not help but let it bury in your lower belly, then you sigh and realize the position you were in: completely sprawled over him and even though you had a good weight on your body, he didn't struggle at all, he just savoured whatever you were giving him, and right now you could see it in every twitch of his body that he needed more.

But you werent ready to give it to him yet.

he whimpers again, yeah actually, whimpers, that pity little mewl escaping him, that sounded almost like a plea sound for you, that said 'not to stop' but instead finally wrap his cock, in your walls, and you sigh feeling every little thing happening between you both.

his hands desperately and finally reached up and he curled them against your hair not pulling them; but just running them softly through your hairs.

"Didn't know, my pretty boy, could make such noises," you breathe against his peak before letting his nipple fall from your mouth with a loud obscene pop: just for a second to speak the words before latching onto them again, your other hand, guides up to his chest until they found the other one, you pinch it slightly at first making him close his eyes in utter pleasure then you played with it, flicking them at every possible direction, at that, his hips involuntarily jerks up with you on top of him though, you dont let the assault on his nipples stop and slowly you start to feel your wetness drip onto mattress below, while your walls clench around nothing but air of the room.

and instead you only suck them deeper, vaccuming that peaked beauty right beneath your teeth and grazing it a little, "holyyyy shittt", he moans, his thighs quivering with after-shocks of what you were doing to him, and his voice came out as almost a sob, yet you kept sucking him, and finally looked up to through your lashes.

"baby, I think , I think fuck its embarrassing", he hesitates, breathing unevenly. "say it leon", you croon around him, encouraging him, "fuck I think my pre-cum is leaking from my tip, and it needs your heat, fuck it needs to be inside you, my balls, they ache so bad like they are gonna explode, right this moment, fuck i want you wrapped around me before—"

Fuck. You have never seen him this needy, this hungry, before: but now you have you dont know if you want to see anything else.

"Patience pretty boy," you interrupt him, finally stopping the assault on his nipples, and lean back a little, dragging your thumb pad over his bottom lips, then he shivers at your touch his hips shifting and jerking beneath you, then you chuckle, softly, and continue: as his need and moans hits every hidden spot inside you, "Before you make a mess all over yourself without even putting your cock inside me?" You drawl, your thumb still travelling over his lower lip as he hangs his mouth a little open, his eyes now glassy, then you murmur, "that's what you were going to say, pretty boy? That you're so close already just from having your nipples sucked?"

He sobs out a yes, then he begs, making a pout from his pretty little lips "please touch my cock, please, its hurting, please, baby." he repeats.

God hearing him say please like that is really gonna make you cum. Fuck. He looks so pretty like that you want to mold, yourself into his ribs and never get out.

And one thing your mind start to replay was— that you loved him, every part of his body and soul.

When you look at his, trembling body and flushed face, it sends a sharp shrill of electricity down your spine, and you breathe hard, already on verge of breaking, so instead of giving in you straightened yourself up from his body, feeling his hands looseing from your hair and limping at his sides, and soon as you sit up straddling his thighs. his cock instantly springs free from beneath you, hard and flushed in deep shade of purple, while his tip remains shiny wet with the pearl; like moon of pre-cum, dripping from his tip to already onto his own skin.

For a second you look at it, with a teasing smirk then up at his face, and instantly, he covers his eyes with his arm, embarrassment taking over him completely, but still, his cock didnt care about it, and his hips bucks up anyway, seeking friction from your body, and you hum in satisfaction at his desperateness, then you finally wrap your hand around his shaft, giving him one deliberate slow stroke that has him gasping for air, and his arm falls away from his face so he can stare at you with those blown-pupil eyes. "You that sensitive, pretty boy?" You ask, seriously, while his cock remained twitching in your hand.

He nods frantically, biting his lip, those puppy blue eyes remaining fixed on you. His hands comes to grip your hips and he pulls you against his length, and in one motion you sat on his stomach while his cock stayed between your soaking folds and his stomach. You shiver instantly, "holy-- oh fuck," you moan, starting to roll your hips and rubbing that pretty member of his between you and him, and he chokes out your name almost begging for you to ride him.

But you dont, just yet, because you needed to break this pretty boy, more before you let him inside you: even if you were desperate for his cock inside you so you start, grinding down against his length, feeling him throb between your core, and he moans loud, his head falling back against the pillow, as his exposed neck glistens with sweat, and throat bobs up and down with suppressed moans.

and you keep rubbing your pussy on him and finally with a low groan of your own you lean down on his chest, before capturing his lips in a trembling kiss. The kiss was sloppy, messy, mixing with salt of your skin, but either way he moans into it, "baby, let me be inside you. Please."

"Will you be good, pretty boy?" You stop moving, completely and for a while, he stared at your and the room only echoed with your synced heavy breaths, you feel your wetness spreads over his stomach and his cock, wrapping them between you, while your core throbs fluttering to be filled by him too.

"Yes ma'am, I will," he says, "I will be very good." His eyes widens in earnestness: or maybe adrenaline you could not decipher.

You nod, breathlessly and lift yourself up a little and squatting over his thighs while his tip teased your hole, and you feel your wetness drip onto his tip and to his pelvis, you close your eyes for a second mumbling his name as he groans, "baby, fast', then you smirk, mouthing 'no' and slowly, you sink down on him, inch by inch, feeling your back arch with each inch he adds in your cunt, and you close your eyes feeling him stretch you open, and then he throws his head back, mouth falling open in a silent scream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants, his voice completely wrecked, and his fingers dig in your hips, but they were still gentle though, and you shiver, lowering yourself until— you scream his name, and finally he was buried deep into your cervix, and you both stays there for a second, breathing hard, feeling each other throb and begging to come undone in silence of words. "Move," he begs, softly. "Please, baby, move, I need—"

You croon his name, then, finally, start rolling your hips in slow circles, grinding down against him, and he cries out, your name loud and whimpering, while his hands slides down to grip your waist, holding you tight, then you close your eyes and lean forward, while bracing your hands on his chest, then you pick up a rhythm and rides his cock, fast and messy, picking up the pace, feeling him hit that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and the tacky noise squelching of each thrust, filling the room while the friction send white through your entire vision.

"Baby," you gasp, "so fucking good, my pretty cunt is filled up by your cock oh fuck—"

He sobs— actually sobs his eyes filling with tears, and god he looked so so breakable like that, and in a moment all you wanted was just to kiss him, make him feel so good, then without warning he lifts his hips to meet your spot, and your entire thoughts dissolves into the back of your mind and you make desperate, needy, sound when his thumb finally finds your clit, and he starts rubbing it clumsily and frantically. "Oof—". You feel your entire body shaking, "Leon—wait oh my god", your and his thighs quivers as you moan out "it feels—"

"Gonna—" he warns, "gonna come, I can't stop, you feel too good, please— baby, let me come inside you."

You shake utterly lost, your brain fogged by being fucked so good, and silently you fall on his chest, and drop, your forehead against his, noses brushing, and you whispers, "Come then. pretty boy, Give it to me. I want it."

And he does, his hands grabs your waist tightly and for the last time he thrusts his hips upwards, his tip meeting your spongy spot, and spasming walls with his throbbing member, and your eyes widely opens at the shock of feeling the pleasure you never felt before and your back arches with a soft crack, as if breaking in two.

with a loudest wail that sounds like your name, his whole body archs up off the bed too, his hands clutching your waist like you the only thing keeping him anchored, and you feel his cock pulse inside you, hotly and finally he shoots his cum inside you gifting your womb, and planting kisses over your cervix with his white thick ropes, while you keep your eyes and closed and riding him through it, milking him dry, until he is whimpering again, oversensitively done, but still holding you and letting you chase your high and finally your body gives out too and you shiver moaning his name and your walls fluttering, around his cock, and you feel yourself spasming every inch of his shaft, and his veins throbs inside you, and you could feel him already harden.

though he doesnt move anymore for a moment, but he holds you close, his chin resting on your shoulder as he give it a small bite and you yelp loudly jumping out of your skin, though he doesnt let you go instead he holds you like that for another long second before whispering in your skin.

"one more round please?"