juno

You didn't always have to head into work, sometimes going from base to base for weeks before getting the call to come in. However, that morning the DSO headquarters had called you in to discuss some kind of advanced training.

"Y/N!" Waiving his hand at you, your boss barked at you to come into his office.

Sighing, you straightened your shoulders and trudged into his office. You felt a presence as you got to the door, turning to see who else was going to get your boss' wrath.

You froze awkwardly with your mouth open as low and behold the golden boy of the DSO, Leon S. Fucking Kennedy, was leaning against the wall on the other side, a look of mild irritation as he waited for your boss to shut the door.

When he noticed you, Leon's face changed to a bemused smile, light on the lips but still present.

"Shit..." You thought to yourself. And you half swiveled as if to leave. Unfortunately, your boss saw that as a sign to shut the door. "Yes, yes, go ahead and shut the door too." He barked while sitting back down in his chair.

Last time you were in the presence of THE Leon S. Kennedy, you were puking your guts up after an extremely not very successful mission.

Your mind wandered back to that moment involuntarily...

You thought you had seen everything but the sight of what had happened to the first team that was sent in, which you were deployed to check on from their staggering radio silence, was too much. You managed to keep it in and disable that facility, but as soon as the helicopter landed back at base you were ridding yourself of every thing you could possibly find in your stomach.

Poor Leon had tried to comfort you with a hand on your back, trying to let you know in his own way that it was okay to feel things, and to just let it out.

Unfortunately, all you could think of were those creatures, who were once your comrades, running after you, long mutated nails scratching at the walls to reach you as the blood curling screams echoed in your ears.

You had practically run off the helicopter pad, far away from him as you could, before hiding behind some pallets of military supplies to have a quiet breakdown.

You were lost in that moment for a second, your hand gripping the door knob.

Leon noticed your nuckles turning white but your boss stayed oblivious.

"Take a seat, Y/N" said your boss.

Finally letting go of the door you begrudgingly sat down, though first scooting the chair a little further away from the one Leon was closest to.

"It's come to my attention that you've not been performing optimally in close quarters." Your boss glared at you in disappointment.

You were slightly surprised that that was what you were brought in for. You thought about it, and yeah, anyone could probably use more time in the firing range or more tactical team exercises in the training grounds.

"Hand to hand combat..."

That snapped you out of your musing.

"I'm not saying you're an incapable agent, but we've been doing some reviewing of necessary skills and it seems you have been avoiding weaponless training grounds."

"Oh no..." You thought.

"I know I don't say it, but you are one of our most successful and promising agents and we need you to be at a level higher than you are now."

"Oh hell no..." You thought.

"So we've come to the conclusion that we need one of our best agents to train you."

"Oh fuck no..." You thought, slowly turning your head to look at Leon.

His arms were crossed, but relaxed, appearing to find this whole situation very amusing. You gulped involuntarily as his light blue eyes scanned you up and down.

"Excellent, I'm glad you agree." Your boss said, finalizing the moment.

"Wait, wha..??" You tried to argue but your boss bulldozed over you continuing, "Mr. Kennedy has kindly agreed to start training today. And I EXPECT YOU to be there TOMORROW." And every day until we deem you sufficient enough!" He shouted, slamming his fist against his desk.

"But sir!" You tried to bargain.

"GTFO of my office, agent." He said, turning back to his computer, one hand pointing you towards his door.

Standing up awkwardly you left the office, however, right outside were several coworkers trying to get a glimpse of Leon through the partially closed blinds.

You rushed past them, cheeks staining in embarrassment, or the future embarrassment you knew to be coming.

"OMG, how did you score....skin to skin contact... With Leon!" Your coworker ran up on you.

"Wait you heard everything!" You groaned. Though thinking about it, your boss was shouting pretty loudly in there.

She whispered, moaned. "He's sooooo..delicious!...."

You put your head in your hand and sobbed, "I know... He's so hot!" Tears ran down your face in embarrassment.

"Girl, pull yourself together, or let me have him!” She said, patting back her hair as she watched Leon's hips sway back and forth as he prowled towards you.

"I wouldn't mind running my hands up down that....well oiled machine..." The noises coming out of her were obscene.

You thought she might cum right then and there as she listed off what she would do if she had the chance and how his age begets experience in such intimate entanglements. What he could do with each and every limb. Body part by body part....

By the time Leon reached you, you and your friend were panting for very different reasons."

He cocked his head at you, running his hand through his wafting locks, almost like he was deciding on how he was going to handle you. Or worse...Where he wanted to start.

You looked up at him, tracing his lips with your eyes and admiring the stubble across his cheeks before wandering down to where his neck peaked out from his shirt.

You remember when you first met him 10 years ago. Possibly the most attractive figure of man you had ever had the grace to meet. Just like all those who came before you, you had tried your hand at him. Not quite so subtle flirting and requests to 'help him train'. Lord, you were no better than your coworker laughing and running her hands down Leon's arm, trying to divert his attention.

He graciously ignored your coworker's attempts, and gently brushed her off. He was given a mission and he was going to fulfill it....fill it full... What? Did you just think that?! Where did that come from??

Leon watched you tug at the collar of your shirt as you reluctantly stood up. Walking in front of you he let you follow him to the elevator.

All you could think about was the way his hips moved when he walked and how strong his arms looked and such broad shoulders!!

You needed to calm down.

Leon pushed the floor button, doors closing, the silence between you heavy only on your side. Leon was a man used to silence. He was good at it, there was a lot to be learned from someone's silence. Such as what they were trying to keep hidden and less about what they weren't saying.

He turned toward you, a playful smile on his lips. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take care of you..."