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As much as you loved being Leon Kennedy's wife, you despised it just as much when he was away on mission. Surely, you got used to it after all these years, but there were just days when it felt more challenging to you than usual.

Work, chores, duties and dates with friends could only distract you for so long, but once the weekend arrived and your mind slowed down, you felt lonely in your shared apartment.

Everything seemed like it was too big, too quiet, too monotonous.            

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy having some time to yourself. It was more about the sheer number of trips he had to take. Not to mention the constant fear you felt for him, because you never really knew how much danger he was in actually. It could have been a routine operation or, just as easily, a life-or-death situation. You had to be prepared for any outcome, as harsh as that sounded.

If you were feeling extra lonesome, you rummaged through your huge drawer and pulled out one of your favorite shirts of his. It hung loosely over your curves, feeling like a soft caress on your bare skin.

You cuddled yourself onto his side of the bed, imagining he was there with you, hugging you and holding you tightly in his arms.

Today was one of those days. It was a Saturday evening, and everything on your to-do list had already been taken care of. You weren’t really in the mood for going out either, so it was just you, a book, and the phone lying next to you, in case Leon would message you.

The last text you’d received from him had been this morning.

I’m okay. Will return this weekend, as soon as I can. I love you so much. Leon

You stared at his message repeatedly, smiling at the thought of seeing him again so soon. You’d replied that you couldn’t wait for him and that you loved him just as much, hoping to get another answer, but he was probably still busy with work. You were sure he wouldn’t return before tomorrow morning, which meant you had to spend another night alone.

You sighed, rolling back onto your back, playing with the hem of his soft shirt that was ending just above your knees. His side of the bed was still smelling like him, the warm and comforting scent filling your nostrils, instantly calming you down.

You tried to get back to your book and concentrate on what was happening, but your mind didn’t want to cooperate. You read the same few sentences about fifteen times and still didn’t know what the scene was about.

Your mind always went back to your husband and how he’d look at you, kiss you, and hold you once he was back home with you.

Maybe, if he weren't too tired, he would even properly fuck you again. God, how much you missed this. The feeling of him filling you up and taking you in any way he wanted. You felt tingles between your thighs, as well as warmth spreading throughout your whole body.

It wasn’t enough that you were lonely; no, you were also in a certain phase of your cycle that made you extra needy. Normally that wasn’t a problem, because you were either too tired or too busy to even think about it. However, right now, with your gorgeous husband on your mind and the aching feeling between your legs, it felt nearly unbearable.

You closed your eyes for a moment. Maybe a cold shower would do? No, that would only remind you of the endless times he’d taken you against the cold shower wall with your legs wrapped around him.

Maybe you should just switch to the couch instead. But that would only refresh your memory of the last time you were riding him cowgirl style, the movie you’d chosen that night long forgotten.

You could still go into the kitchen and prepare yourself a soothing cup of tea. Well, if it wouldn’t remind you of the way he’d bent you over the kitchen counter countless times before while talking you through your third orgasm.

Was there any place in this apartment that Leon Kennedy hadn’t already fucked you in? Probably not.

His husky and low voice rang in your ears, reminding you of the dirty talk rolling off his tongue whenever he had you.

It was this fine line between dominance while still caring for your needs so gently that really made the difference for you. You adored this man with your whole heart. There was no denying.

You wanted to wait for him, you really did, but at the moment, the throbbing between your legs clouded your mental clarity.

You put your book away, closing your eyes and slowly letting your hand drift between your legs. His shirt rode up a little, revealing the panties. The only thing you were still wearing besides the shirt

Your hand slipped underneath the soaked fabric, gently brushing over your already sensitive clit. In your mind, it was Leon who was touching you, telling you how wet you already were and how needy you sounded. And both were true.

Carefully, you spread your legs a little further apart, bending them just slightly for a better angle. In your inner eye you imagined Leon fingering you the way you were doing it yourself right now. You could almost hear his voice in your ear.

You are doing so good for me, baby.

Eventually you let your fingers slip lower, feeling the wetness coating your trembling fingers.

You imagined how he’d talk you through it while thrusting his cock into you, up to the hilt. No amount of fingers could compare to the feeling of his thick member inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. Still, you could try. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

It almost sounded as if he were really there with you at that moment. His voice sounded so deep, so rich, so….real?

You let out a soft moan, your eyes remaining shut. You arched into your own touch, preparing to ride your fingers, until you heard a low chuckle. Now, this was definitely not in your imagination anymore.

Your eyes snapped open and you were greeted by the sight of your husband. His eyes looked darker than usual, like a predator stalking its prey. But in the sexiest way.

Leon was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug expression on his face.

“L- Leon…,” you stuttered, hurriedly sitting up while withdrawing your soaked fingers from your core. If there was a list of the most embarrassing situations in your life, this moment just made it to the top five.

“I didn’t know…you were coming home so early,” you continued, the last words barely coming out as a whisper. Your cheeks were burning red, the warmth spreading to your ears.

“Seems like I am not the only one who was coming,” he teased in his usual manner as he walked up to you. He looked so confident and handsome that it only made you yearn for him more.

Of course, it was no secret that you occasionally pleasured yourself while he was gone. Still, getting caught doing it was a whole different story.

“Well….I didn’t make it that far,” you joked, trying to suppress the embarrassment that was threatening to consume you.

He slowly sat down beside you on the bed, his warm hand caressing your exposed thigh.

“Mhm. Poor you,” he murmured as he let his hand wander a little higher. You let the moan die on your lips. He was barely touching you, and you were so worked up already. It was pathetic almost.

“Welcome home, baby,” you whispered instead and leaned in to kiss him gently. “I missed you so much."

“I missed you more,” he mumbled as he returned the kiss, his lips melting against yours. His free hand rested on your cheek, stroking you gently without breaking the kiss.

His other hand wandered higher until it found the hem of his shirt you were wearing.

“In my shirt, yeah? Were you imagining I was here?” he whispered teasingly. “Rubbing your pussy?”

You bit your lip at his dirty words. You loved your gentle and loving husband, but every now and then, you didn’t mind hearing his rougher voice combined with filthy remarks leaving his lips.

“Yeah, maybe."

You glanced down to see the unmistakable tent building in his pants. It looked nearly painful, the way it was straining against the fabric. Your mouth watered at the sight, your mind already racing, imagining different scenarios in which he could please you with his cock.

“How long….have you been watching me?” You asked shyly, looking up to meet his gaze again. You were sure his eyes were growing darker by the minute.

“Long enough, I guess,” he hummed. He carefully got up without breaking eye contact. He looked delectable in his tight shirt, the dark pants, and his slightly tousled hair.

“Seeing my wife play with herself…is quite the sight. I have to admit,” he smirked while starting to undo his belt. You eyed him intently, not sure if you should focus on his handsome features or his hands working on freeing his throbbing cock.

“I was missing you,” you admitted in a quiet voice, letting your back fall against the headboard.

He chuckled, pulling down his pants. “And you couldn’t wait for me?”

You shook your head no, playing with a strand of your hair. You didn’t really know if it was out of nervousness or because you knew he secretly liked it when you did it.

“So needy for me. Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself until I got home”

Next thing that followed was his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and his muscular frame. Not to mention his massive arms that could easily hold you in any position you desired.

Once he was completely bare, looking like a Greek god himself, he slowly climbed onto the bed between your legs. His eyes roamed over your form, admiring the sight presented in front of him.

“Open up,” he said in a gravel voice. The way he was saying it sent shivers down your spine.

“Leon….”

“I didn’t ask." He used both of his hands to gently open up your legs, his eyes dropping to your soaked panties. “Besides, what husband would I be if I didn’t take care of my gorgeous wife?”

A small smirk played on the corner of his lips, indicating he enjoyed playing with you way too much.

“Yes please,” you breathed, watching his every move. You were more than ready for him.

His fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed cunt, feeling how desperate and wet you already were for him. You could hear him drawing in a sharp breath while still toying with you.

“Maybe I should punish you a little first. For not waiting for me,” he mumbled, his head tilting slightly as if he was really going over the options in his head.

You felt the excitement settle in your stomach, the same feeling you always had when you were intimate with him. Yet, this time the excitement was mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation. You knew you were in for a good time, but not knowing what exactly he’d planned sent your mind into overdrive.

Before you could answer, he already hooked his fingers through the waistband of your thin panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere in the room.

The cold air from the room hitting your intimate parts made everything feel more intense, more exciting. You desperately wanted to feel him, looking at his hard member, only waiting to be touched by you.

However, Leon had other plans as he grabbed your wrists and pressed them down beside you.

“I think you did enough already. My turn now,” he grinned at you one last time before dipping his head down to your center. 

Your breath hitched as he started licking your slit all the way up. He groaned when he tasted your arousal that you’d caused on your own.

His flat tongue parted your lips with ease, lapping at you like he was dying to savor you completely.

Soon the room was filled with the sound of your desperate moans and the wet noises his mouth was causing from making out with your pussy.

Being married to you for so many years had taught him everything he needed to know. He knew exactly where to put pressure, where to be gentle, and how to pace his actions to drive you completely wild.

His hands that were holding your wrists prior were now holding onto your thighs in an attempt to keep you open for him.

You threw your head to the side, eyes shut, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening. You were so close to reaching your high that your legs already started shaking.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please don’t stop,” you whimpered, arching your back, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his tongue.

His tongue started working faster on you with kitten-like licks.

“I’m so close….I am…..” You stuttered, chasing your release, but shortly before you could reach it, Leon pulled back. He licked his lips, looking up at you with a sly smile.

“Leon please,” you whined, wanting to put his head down to your aching center again, but he didn’t budge.

“Please what, my love?” He teased.

“Make me cum. I was so close,” you said out of breath. “Leon please!”

He chuckled. “I will. I will make you feel so damn good,” he promised, kissing his way up to your center again.

“But first," one kiss on your inner thigh. “I will build you up." Another kiss on the other thigh. You didn’t know what frustrated you more. The overwhelming feeling between your legs or the fact that he was speaking so calmly, as if he had all the time in the world.

You groaned as you let your head fall back again.

“Take it as part of the punishment,” he winked before his head dipped down again. This time he went straight for your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking your bud, as if it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted.

It didn’t take long for you to come close again. You moaned as your hips started moving against his face, feeling the familiar sensation rising up again.

You were ready to cry out his name when he pulled back again. He started doing the same thing a few more times until you couldn’t take it anymore. You were ready to end the job yourself when he gripped your hands once more to hold you back.

He smirked, kissing your clit one more time before he continued his make-out session. He increased the pressure and kept licking you, letting you reach your high finally.

You sobbed when you felt your climax approaching. When it hit you, it felt like a thousand waves washing over you, your toes curling and your face contorting in pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes,” you whimpered as you felt your walls clench around nothing, quivering with the intensity of your orgasm.

Leon kept licking you through it, feeling the pulsations coming from you and your wetness coating his mouth and beard entirely.

“Doing so good for me,” he praised as he looked up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he moved to tower over you. In an instant you opened your legs invitingly; surely he’d thrust into you now, but it seemed he had other plans. He smiled at your flushed face, your red cheeks, and hearing your uneven breathing.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said as he slowly lifted his fingers to your mouth. “Open up again for me”

You did as you were told, letting him push two of his fingers into your mouth as he eyed you with lust in his eyes. You tried holding his gaze, swirling your tongue over his fingertips, the same way you’d do it with his cock.

“Such a good girl for me. Just like that,” he mumbled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He started placing them over your still sensitive clit. It’s not like you needed the extra lubricant, but still, it was hot as hell. You’d really need to tell him to do that more often.

He then inserted two of his fingers at once into your tight heat.

“Did you really think your fingers could do the same? Fill you up like mine? ,” he asked roughly, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his thumb brushed over your clit. It was all getting too much and not enough at the same time. Nothing made sense anymore. You couldn’t think straight. All that mattered at that moment were his fingers and his voice.

You shook your head, unable to say anything. His thick fingers filled you up, stretching you deliciously past your limit.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice deepening by an octave. He sounded so different than usual, and yet so familiar.

“No, Leon. They couldn’t,” you choked out, your hips instinctively starting to ride his fingers. He angled them perfectly, stroking over your sweet spot over and over and over again.

In a short period of time, you felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your second release approaching. You were still sensitive from the first one, and you could only imagine how the next release would feel.

“You’re so close again,” he mumbled, watching you attentively while appreciating your beautiful, blissed-out expression. “Ride my fingers, baby. Get yourself off on my fingers,” he praised, talking you through it. His fingers picked up the pace, pumping into you, his thumb increasing the pressure just slightly.

“Leon fuck-…I am….coming….oh god”

Your second orgasm felt like he brought you straight to heaven. You felt your juices gushing out of you, covering his fingers while your walls gripped onto him like they didn’t want to let him go.

“Hell yes” Leon urged, his fingers not stopping. Not even slowing down. Again, he fucked you through your high. You had no time to come back to your senses again. He simply kept going.

You held onto his arms, trying to slow down his movements.

“I don’t think I can…..come again,” you said breathlessly, trying to come back to reality.

“Oh, I think you can. You were so needy before. Now you get everything you need." He smirked. He leaned down to kiss you again without stopping his movements. His kisses were wild, sloppy. You moaned into his mouth while his fingers kept working inside you.

After coming for a third time, he finally slowed down, helping you ride out your high in a gentler way.

Your chest moved rapidly with each breath, eyes closed again. You were wondering if you were dreaming, maybe. If that was the case, then you’d for sure didn’t want to wake up ever again.

You looked down at his shaft, still rock-hard, and the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.

“Let me take care of you now,” you said softly, already reaching for him but his hand stopped you.

“No, not now. I am already too pent up,” he said through gritted teeth, reaching for your hips. You squealed when you felt him lift you up, already knowing what position he was going for.

He turned you around, making you land on your stomach, while pulling your ass up.

„You look…so ready for me,“ he groaned, giving his cock a few good pumps, looking at you and your glistening folds.

His shirt you were still wearing rode up even higher, giving him access to sneak one of his hands under it. He groped the soft flesh of your breasts in his hand, toying with your buds and rolling them between his fingertips. You bit your lip, enjoying the new sensation he was giving you.

You were already overstimulated and sensitive, and your body was ready to pass out and drift into a deep sleep. And yet, you wanted more. You couldn‘t wait for him to finally bury himself into you.

His other hand reached for his throbbing member, positioning himself at your entrance.

“So eager to be fucked by your husband,” he chuckled, rubbing himself all over your wetness before finally pushing into you. “Can’t blame ya. Can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around me again either”

As he bottomed out, you let out a cry. Not out of pain, but out of pure ecstasy. It felt incredible; he was stretching you out better than you'd ever felt before.

You were used to his size and the feeling of his thick cock inside you, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because of the several orgasms prior or because you simply missed him so much. Either way, it was perfect.

“God look how perfect you take me,” you heard him behind you as he kept pounding into you. “So tight for me. So goddamn perfect”

The obscene sound of skin clapping against skin filled the room, his pace never faltering. He kept fondling with your breast while his other hand found its way to your throat. He didn’t put any pressure there, he was just holding you. Leon was no one to manhandle you but after admitting to him that you’d actually enjoyed it seeing his dominant side in bed, he’d decided to try some new things for you.

As he kept thrusting into your tight hole relentlessly, you could feel his warm breath on your ear. He leaned forward as his chest pressed to your back.

“You doing good?” he asked. There he was again, your gentle and loving husband, asking if you were okay as if he weren't fucking your brains out currently.

“Better than good,” you confirmed in a trembling voice, meeting his thrusts to feel as much of him as you could.

“That’s what I thought," he grunted, kissing your neck in the process. Soon his hand that was playing with your breasts, wandered between your legs again. He started rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were sure you couldn’t take it anymore, but he wasn’t giving you any other chance. He was more than determined to get you off again.

“Think you can give me another one, pretty girl?” he grinned, adjusting the angle a little to massage your hot spot.

Your hands were gripping onto the sheets by now, holding on for dear life, unable to hold yourself up for much longer.

“I….ahhh- Leon,” you mewled. You felt yourself squeezing around him again, gripping him even tighter. He hissed at the sudden intensity, his eyes rolling back when he felt your slickness and warmth engulfing his pulsating length.

“Not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he cursed under his breath, his thrusts coming in deeper and even harder. As if you had any control over that.

His fingers circled your clit a few more times until you felt yourself falling over the edge for another time. A few tears spilled from your closed eyes, running down to your cheeks caused by the feeling of being completely overstimulated. It was a combination of feeling pleasured and feeling overwhelmed at the same time. Yet, you enjoyed every second of it.

“Yes. Cum for me. Cum. for. me.,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. His thrusts became erratic, and after a few more pumps, he released everything he had. Warm, thick ropes of his cum filled you out. He kept thrusting a few more times, his movements becoming lazy and slow.

He let out a nearly inhumane sound, your name rolling off his tongue again and again.

By now, you were completely cock-drunk. You never really understood when people told you exaggeratedly that their brains had been fucked out. Now you did.

Leon stayed inside you for a few moments, allowing you both to catch your breaths. When you threatened to fall forward, he quickly put his arms around you and held you against his chest.

“Easy, there. Are you okay? Was it too much?” His voice sounded more like himself again, and he immediately shifted into his worried husband mode.

“No…I feel perfect….everything was perfect,” you reassured him in a tired voice.

“It was,” he hummed, covering your back with kisses before carefully pulling out of you.

You felt the mix of both of your juices spill out of you, running down your thighs, but you couldn't bring yourself to go to the shower just yet. Your legs were about to give out otherwise.

Leon supported you with his hands on your hips as you tried to lay down again.

“Careful,” he mumbled, laying himself back on the bed and pulling you gently down with him until your head could rest on his chest.

“I could get used to these sorts of…punishments," you giggled after a while. He joined in your laughter, his cheeks flushed and a faint gleam of sweat shimmering on his forehead. His breathing, as well as yours, was still ragged.

“Tell me…if I was too rough or anything,” he then said, studying your blissed-out expression.

“You weren't. Really. I enjoyed it a lot. Maybe I should let you watch more often." You smiled sheepishly, inhaling his warm scent combined with the musky after-sex smell. Everything just felt right.

“Wouldn't mind. Looked sexy as hell, my love” he grinned, brushing his hands through your messy hair.

“I think you need to carry me to the shower later." You looked up at him with an innocent smile on your lips.

“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, his brow raised.

“Mhm. I think I deserve that”

“True. You deserve the world” he agreed with a softer expression on his face, leaning down to kiss you again. He hadn’t felt this relaxed, fully satisfied, in what felt like forever. Maybe with a little bit of pain in his knees, though.

“Let’s just stay here for a couple more minutes,” he hummed.

“Sounds perfect,” you whispered, cuddling yourself closer to him.

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You looked down at your leg, hissing when you tried to move it.

“Fuck…you,” you muttered under your breath, working through the pain, but your leg wouldn’t budge. It was too painful to move, let alone stand up on your own. Your pants were torn apart, and underneath there was a large wound, right where one of the fragments had hit you. The fall alone, especially from that height, should have killed you, but your guardian angels seemed to be working overtime today.

Darkness surrounded you, except for a few twinkling lights that were coming from the various devices, lights, and other equipment. Or what was left of it.

The pungent smell of burnt electronics and synthetics, mixed with blood, filled your nose and left you nauseous.

You’d been in similar situations before, and you most definitely had smelled worse things, but something about this particular situation felt different. Like fate had other plans for you this time, and currently these plans didn’t look very promising or bright.

You looked up, trying to see through the darkness, in hopes you would finally spot Leon again. You two got separated shortly after injecting him with the cure, the only positive outcome out of this situation.

He had told you to destroy Elpis and you knew he would have sacrificed himself for you, like you’d do it for him, but something told you to act against it.

Luckily, your gut feeling hadn’t betrayed you, and the one thing that you’d been trying to destroy the whole time, turned out to be the tool that would save Leon’s life, as well as many others. Well, if you’d made it out of here and didn’t end up in the ruins of this goddamn building of hell.

The thought of dying wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be. You had come to terms with it a million times before. It kind of came with the job.

However, dying alone, without seeing or speaking to him again, suddenly seemed like a very frightening and devastating thought. He had not only been your partner for many years, but also your best friend.

From time to time when you were alone, lying awake at night, you’d even dared to think of him as someone more than just a colleague and friend, but you’d always kept that wish buried deep inside you. That would have only complicated things more in your already stressful life. Besides, you were sure Leon wasn’t reciprocating these feelings.

They said the body was capable of building what was called "hysterical strength" when facing a life-or-death situation, so maybe that was why you eventually managed to pull yourself up on a piece of wreckage.

Literally anything was better than lying in the dirt, just waiting for your end to come.

Between the sounds of your grunting and groaning and the occasional impact of another fragment hitting the floor, you suddenly heard your name being called. For a moment you wondered if you were imagining it but no, there was definitely someone calling out for you.

With one hand on the wreckage for stabilization, you slowly turned around and spotted Leon running towards you.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him. He was alive; he was there with you, and the cure seemed to be working. At that moment, that was all that mattered to you.

“Leon!” You said, your face lighting up upon seeing him. “I thought I…lost you,” you continued in a quieter voice, studying his face. He was covered in dirt, bruises, and blood, but underneath he looked like a brand new version of himself. Gone were the bags under his eyes or the pale complexion from the days prior. He looked renewed, in every imaginable way.

You’d always felt some kind of attraction towards him, but right now it seemed like a magnetic pull.

“I would never leave you,” he said, his breathing still a little ragged. “Are you okay? Are you injured? Tell me."

He was immediately by your side when he saw you struggling to hold yourself up.

“Just a small wound." You whimpered when trying to get onto the wreckage behind you.

“Hey, easy there. Hold onto me,” he instructed, placing your hands on his shoulders before he grabbed your hips to lift you up onto the surface. As you sat down, your hands remained on his shoulders.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at him while he was positioning himself between your legs. Suddenly this position felt very intimate, much too close for just colleagues. Your faces were lit by the twinkling lights. If it were in a different situation, it could have been romantic almost.

He smiled half-heartedly, stroking your thigh gently.

“You saved my life. I should be the one thanking you,” he chuckled. 

"Ah, you know. Daily business,” you joked through gritted teeth, acting as if you weren’t feeling the excruciating pain coming from your leg.

“I see you’re stealing my jokes. Injury can’t be that bad then. He winked before kneeling down in front of you to inspect your wound.

“Learned from the best." You looked down at him, seeing the frown return to his face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do. We have nothing to clean it with, and besides… I guess it doesn’t matter anymore anyway,” you continued, mumbling the last words.

“Aren’t you a sunshine today?" He kept teasing you, inspecting the wound further. “We need to stop the bleeding at least,” he muttered, as he suddenly tore a piece of fabric from his sleeve. Just like that. He had no business looking this hot while doing that.

He gently wrapped it around your lower leg, careful not to pull too tightly. “Not much, but better than nothing,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you, before getting back up.

His hands were on your hips again, trying to reassure you and telling you silently he was there for you. You didn’t mind at all. If anything, you wished he were even closer to you.

“I told you to destroy Elpis, didn’t I?” He said, his expression a mix of worry and slight amusement.

“You know how much I like going against your orders. "You grinned. It was comical how you both were still pulling jokes despite your current situation.

“Mhm, I know,” he sighed, shaking your head at you in a dismissive manner. He let his gaze wander over the remains of the ARK building.

You had achieved so much and came so far, only to end up failing anyway. You wondered if Leon had already come to terms with both your fates, but you weren’t ready to ask just yet. You wanted to stay in this quiet moment, just for a few minutes longer.

Without thinking too much, you laid your head against his chest hesitantly. He paused for a moment, looking down at you.

You and him had been through so much together, and there had been situations before where you just rested your head against him, though this time it felt different.

After a few seconds he gently laid his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t remember the last time a hug felt this comforting and just peaceful.

“It ended up being the right decision. It saved you,” you mumbled, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I just wished you could have left,” he whispered, gently starting to stroke your back. You practically melted against him, breathing in his familiar scent. Even with all the unpleasant smells in the air, you could still smell him.

“I would never leave you,” you repeated his words from earlier, slowly looking back up at him.

Your eyes met, and for a moment it felt like the world around you was standing still. He studied your face, still not entirely sure how he wanted to respond to your words.

“So, this is it? We are going to die here?” You asked quietly. Maybe there was still a last glimmer of hope that he had a backup plan like he always had. But his face told you otherwise.

“Well, I am not gonna leave your side,” he said. Typical Leon. Not directly telling you that you were actually going to die here but also not denying it.

“It’s not like you have any other option now,” you teased, a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood.

He grinned, brushing a few hair strands out of your face. "Touché."

Why did everything feel so intimate now? Every word, every gesture, every little breath.

“But… I am glad we are together. I was actually… afraid I wouldn’t see you again,” you admitted in a quieter voice, averting your gaze from his.

“Me too. Who could I annoy in my last moments?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him. He always needed to have the last word. Or the last dad joke, in his case.

Before you could reply, he gently lifted your chin. The remaining lights shut down, leaving you both in complete darkness. You let out a deep breath, trying to keep your composure.

You weren’t the greatest fan of the dark, and Leon knew that. Of course he did.

“It’s okay. I am here,” he hushed, stroking over your cheek.

Suddenly you didn’t feel like the unfazed and cool agent anymore that you pretended to be. Dying was somehow okay, but being left in the darkness—that was where you drew the line apparently.

“Pathetic. An agent who is afraid of the dark,” you chuckled humorlessly.

“And yet the best agent I know,” Leon hummed, his breath brushing your lips. If it weren't pitch black, he could have seen your blushing cheeks, and you were sure he would have teased you about it.

“Can I…kiss you?” He whispered. Rarely had you been this sure of something in your entire life.

“Y-yes please,” you said in a shaky voice.

He started kissing you slowly and gently, as if his lips were asking for permission first. In an instant, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. He tasted like desire and longing and somehow exactly like you’d imagined it in your dreams.

He smirked upon feeling your eagerness and started kissing you more eagerly, lips melting and almost dancing against each other in perfect rhythm.

“I wanted to do this for so long,” he mumbled between kisses, his hands wandering to your back.

“Then why didn’t you do it?” You whispered against him, your lips starting to get swollen from the kisses. Every kiss was getting more desperate than the other. You couldn’t help but feel conflicted. Excited to finally kiss him but devastated that this was going to be the one and only time.

“Because I was an idiot, apparently." He gently let his hands wander under your shirt, not to start anything but to feel more of you.

You lightly moaned upon feeling his calloused hands exploring your soft and warm skin. He took this chance to let his tongue slip inside your mouth.

You were fully making out now, like some desperate teenagers who couldn’t wait any longer. And that was exactly how you felt. Your hands grasped onto his shirt, pulling him even closer if that was truly possible. Long forgotten was the pain coming from your leg. The endorphins flooding your system seemed to work better than any painkiller ever could.

Your rands ran over his upper body, feeling his muscles tense under your touch. You’d seen him shirtless before, and you knew he was in perfect shape, but you were still amazed when you felt it with your own hands.

“I wish we would have done that sooner,” you panted, your hands slipping under his shirt. He groaned, almost biting your lip in the heat of the moment.

He didn't answer, instead his hands wandered higher, just a tiny little bit as if he couldn't get enough of you.

"Please touch me," you whimpered, allowing him to cross any boundary he was afraid to overstep.

His lips wandered down your neck as his hands started to explore your breasts finally. It felt too good to be true.

"You sound so goddamn sweet," he praised, massaging your breasts and feeling the softness of the flesh in his hands. "And you feel even better. You are perfect"

You let your head fall back, giving him better access to your neck, while enjoying the feeling of his hands on your tits and the praise rolling of his tongue.

Before you could answer, the whole building was suddenly flooded with light. Hurriedly, you pulled back from each other, looking at the source of the light.

You looked up to find several people, dressed in tactical clothing, lowering themselves down on ropes.

"Leon S. Kennedy?” One of them asked.

“Depends on who’s asking,” Leon replied dryly, standing in front of you as a form of protection.

“I have a message from Captain Redfield."

Leon and you exchanged glances.

“Chris?” You asked in unison.

After the Hound Wolf Squad rescued you, an emergency medical team was immediately there to care for you and your wounds. You didn’t really hear much of what they said to you, because your mind couldn’t comprehend that you actually survived.

They were telling you something about painkillers and antibiotics and check-ups in a local hospital, but you only nodded, thanking them for their help. You needed a shower and a good round of sleep, and then you would take care of the rest.

After they patched you up, they handed you a cup of warm tea. Lost in thought, you looked down at the cup, brushing one thumb over the lid.

After a while, you looked back up. Leon was still talking to Sherry and telling her the good news. You smiled, realizing not only did you survive, but Sherry would too. Thank god.

“I’ll call you back later." You heard Leon say and with that, he made his way over to you. In the light he looked even more handsome. How was this even possible?

“Sherry is okay. Told her we have a dose with her name on it,” he said.

“Perfect,” you nodded, smiling at him.

“Are you okay too?” He asked, the worry returning to his voice.

“Yes. Nothing a few painkillers and antibiotics couldn’t fix. You laughed, taking a sip of your tea. He sat down next to you, helping you to pull the blanket tighter around your body. You thanked him, enjoying the way he was treating you so gently and caringly.

“So…we made it, hm?” You asked, resisting the urge to lean against him, even though you desperately wanted to.

“It seems like it. Let’s just pray Umbrella hasn’t left us any more nasty surprises,” he mumbled. You hummed in response, drinking the rest of your tea. For a few minutes you both just sat there in silence, watching the rescue forces do their work.

“Let’s get you home,” he said eventually, helping you to stand up slowly. He supported you gently as you were walking to the car that was already waiting for the both of you.

“What’s with your Porsche?” You asked.

“Hm….somewhere in the city still. I will try to get it back the next days,” he explained, trying not to put any pressure on you or your leg. 

“I could help you,” you offered with a smile. “Kind of an unofficial mission. Just you and me."

“Could be one hell of a road trip," he laughed in his usual manner, voice low and with a subtle warmth to it.

“I heard roadtrips are good date ideas too,” he smiled, helping you get into the car.

Surprised, you looked up at him, his arm resting against the opened car door while his gaze remained on you. You wanted to scream from excitement, feeling like a little girl again.

“Leon Scott Kennedy. Are you officially asking me out on a date?” You asked, feeling the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

Instead of answering straight away, he leaned down to capture your lips once again. The kiss was much gentler, his soft lips brushing against yours. One of your hands reached for his neck, holding him tightly against your lips. You kept kissing, your lips moving against each other as if they’d done it a thousand times before.

“Everyone can see us,” you whispered against his lips. He normally wanted to keep things professional. You knew him well enough.

“Let them,” he mumbled, stroking your cheek. “I thought we were going to die. I am not making the same mistake again and wait until the time is right,” he continued.

His thumb brushed over your lip gently. “And to answer your question: Yes. I want to take you out on a date,” he chuckled. “Only if you want to, of course."

“Yes. Of course I want to!"You beamed, pulling him down for another kiss. Right now, it didn’t matter how many rules or protocols you were breaking if it meant being together with him, finally.

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