I Don’t Even Know

Sherry was the first to walk through the door, well, more run through the door. Breathing hard and carrying her heels, she came to a stop at the foot of Leon’s bed. “I came as soon as I could. How is he?”

“Stable,” you reply, voice sounding remarkably calm, yet hollow. 

Taking a seat next to you, Sherry gently placed a hand on his leg. “He’s been through a lot. I’ve seen him be thrown around like a rag doll, shot at by numerous armed guards, chased by all kinds of mutants, and yet…” she choked on her words. “I’ve never seen him like this. He looks so…”

“Mortal,” you finish. Noticing how little damage was on his hands, you smiled softly; he must have worn those gloves you got him. If only you wore a helmet, you thought. 

“Yeah,” Sherry agreed, silently taking stock of every machine and tube hooked to Leon. “Why’s he on a breathing tube?” 

“He suffered severe smoke inhalation,” you answer. Your mind, usually running miles a minute, settled into a slow one-way highway. Insurance, I need to figure out the insurance. “Hey, Sherry, I need to look into the insurance stuff. Are you able to sit with him for a while?”

“Of course,” she nodded. 

Making your way out of the room, your stomach suddenly did a flip as bile filled your throat. Running to the nearest trash can, you threw up what little you had to eat that day. Clutching the trash can, you take slow, deliberate breaths, waiting for your stomach to calm down. 

“Ma’am, are you alright?” a nearby nurse asked. 

“I’m fine,” you assure her, straightening. “It hasn’t been the best day. I do have some questions about insurance. If you have the time.”

“That’s not something you need to worry about right now,” the nurse said. “Go back and sit with him.”

Running your hand through your hair, you look back at his door as an image lying there so helpless stays right behind your eyes. The phrase If he wakes up, freezing your heart in your chest. 

“Can he hear me?” you ask. “I mean, I know he’s in a coma, but all those medical shows make it seem like talking to them helps. Does it? Does he know I’m here?”

“Yes,” she smiled softly, hand softly stroking your arm. “Go talk to him.” 

“Good, thank you,” you nod, and make your way back to his room.

Only two minutes had passed, and Leon looked the same. The same beeping and whirling filled the empty air of the room. Hand still on the door, you noticed his almost beard covering his face. Knowing he preferred a clean shave, you walk back to the nurse. 

“Would it be alright if I shaved his face? He isn’t the biggest fan of his beard. Says it’s too itchy,” you ask. 

“As long as you don’t pull out his breathing tube, I don’t see why not,” the nurse agreed. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll have someone bring you a razor and shaving cream.”

“Thank you,” you pat the counter, going back to Leon’s room. 

Taking a seat next to Sherry, who has taken hold of his hand, you place a soft hand on his thigh. “Hey, baby, sorry I left. Already thinking about insurance and all that. The nurse says it can wait for now. Good thing you showed me where all your documents are kept, right?” you laugh softly. “Or else I’d be trying to break into your safe. Not that I don’t know your passcode is my birthday.”

“What are you doing?” Sherry asked. 

Six Months Later

Barely able to contain your excitement, you ran for the escalator. You had a three-day weekend and a whole lot of plans to do nothing with your boyfriend, Leon Kennedy. Carefully stepping around an elderly couple, you bounded down the escalator when you caught sight of the man himself. Giggling, you quickened your pace before dropping your purse and jumping into his arms. 

“I missed you,” you say, locking onto him like a spider monkey. 

“I missed you, too, baby,” Leon grinned, spinning you around. Pressing his lips to yours, you deepen the kiss, needing to taste this man completely before anything else is said or done. 

The elderly couple you passed earlier noticeably cleared their throats as they walked by, making both of you laugh. “We should get home.” 

“Did you bring any luggage?” Leon asked, setting you down, picking up your bag, and taking your hand. 

“Just a carry-on,” you shake your head. 

The last six months have been a dream filled with phone calls, countless texts, numerous Zoom calls, and a lot of plane rides. Somewhere along the way, Leon had begun to buy you things for his house, so now all you had to bring with you was your computer, camera, and phone. He’s been hinting at moving in together, but you weren’t quite sure you were ready quite yet. Another part of you felt ready to quit your job, leave every material possession behind, and simply be with this man. You were attempting to find common ground between the two. 

“Hold on, I got to pee,” you say, already belining for the bathrooms. After a couple of minutes, you come out to find Leon on his phone. “What’s up, baby?”

“You’re gonna hate me, baby,” Leon said, frowning.

“Don’t tell me you have to work,” you asked, feeling your excitement dissipate. 

“Yeah,” Leon confirmed, taking your hand. “I leave early tomorrow morning. I just got told.” 

“Any idea how long you’ll be gone?” you asked. You knew better than to argue about him going. This was his job. This was what you signed up for as Leon’s girlfriend. But why does it have to be on one of your long weekends?

“Not sure,” he answered, putting his phone back in his pocket. “But we still have tonight.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, tucking yourself under his arm. “Maybe I’ll take more vacation time and wait for you to come home.” 

“You know you could quit your job and move in with me,” Leon suggested, trying to sound casual. “That way you’ll be here all the time.” 

“Don’t tempt me, Kennedy,” you joked back. 

“Why not, baby? You’re here all the time anyway. You have more things at my house than you’re own. Plus, I don’t know if you know this, but Alena and Michael are thinking of moving back here to be closer to family.” Leon stopped, pulling you into his arms. “Tell me, what’s holding you back?”

Placing your hand on his chest, you bite your lip, trying to find the words. “What if we don’t work out? What if something happens?”

“What if we do work out? What if I’ve been thinking of proposing to you?” Leon asked, knowing how your mind is quick to the worst-case scenario.

You felt your heart leap in your chest at his “casual” mention of a proposal. “You want to marry me? I thought you didn’t want to get married, like ever?”

“That’s what I thought; until I met you,” Leon tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Okay,” you cannot lie, a part of you is terrified of this level of commitment, but the idea of spending the rest of your life with this man, of not having to leave on Sunday, made your heart do funny things. “I’ll put in my two weeks' notice and cash out my PTO.”

“So you’re staying? For good?” Leon asked, eyes as wide as a kid’s on Christmas.

“Yeah,” you nodded, laughing as Leon picked you up and spun you around in his arms. 

“I love you, baby,” Leon said, kissing you. “I love so much.”

“I love you, too,” you responded, pressing yourself against him, deepening the kiss. A part of you was crazy scared of moving across the country to be with a boy, but a bigger part of you was crazy happy to live a life with the love of your life, Leon Kennedy. 

“Come on, I want to get you home,” Leon murmured against your mouth. 

“You know the car is closer,” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Baby, at my age, my back won’t let me have car sex anymore,” Leon said, keeping an arm around you as he walked towards the parking garage.

“I thought you were some superfit government agent man,” you asked, putting your hand in his back pocket. 

“Who’s back has been flung against many a wall,” Leon drawled, cringing at the memories.  

“Ahhh, there’s my sweet old man,” you joke, pinching his butt. “Maybe when we get home, I’ll massage it for you.”

“Now that I won’t ever turn down,” Leon said, pinching your butt. 

***

You two barely pulled into the driveway before your hands were all over each other. Forgetting your bag in the car, the moment Leon opened your door, you jumped into his arms, pulling him for a kiss. 

“Baby, neighbors,” Leon said, groaning as you rocked your hips against his cock. 

“Then you better get inside,” you whisper, sucking on his earlobe. 

Leon smirked before throwing you over his shoulder and shutting the car door. Casually going around to the other side, he took out your bag. 

“I thought you were worried about the neighbors,” you call from behind his back. 

Leon shrugged. “They’ll get over it.” 

Grinning, you use both your free hands to grab his butt. “I have to say I like the view from this angle.” 

Barely losing stride, Leon easily walked into the house, set the bag down, and took the stairs two at a time. Once in the bedroom, he threw you on the bed, causing you to bounce a couple of times. 

Giggling, you remove your shirt, tossing it aside. “Come on, big guy. Show me what else those muscles can do.” 

Growling, Leon tossed his own shirt aside before covering your body with his. Letting him settle between your legs, he takes your lips in a heart-claiming, body-scorching kiss. Arching your breasts into his chest, you run your hands through his hair as the kiss deepens to something feral; tongues twisted together, teeth bit on lips, and lips sucked on each other’s mouths, until chests burned for air. 

“I need you now,” you panted, reaching between your bodies to undo his jeans. “We can do slow and gentle later. Fuck me now.” 

“As my lady commands,” Leon used one hand to undo your jeans, as you used your feet to shove his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. “Lift your hips.” 

Doing as instructed, Leon took off your panties and jeans in one swipe. “Fuck baby, that will never get old. Now give me your cock.” You growled in his ear, squeezing his cock with one hand. 

Growling once, Leon moved to stand on the edge of the bed and stepped out of his jeans. Pulling you to him, he wrapped your legs around his waist. Lining his cock up to your opening, you felt your pussy walls clench and unclench in anticipation. “You sure, baby?”

“I’m ready,” you nodded, removing your own bra, tossing it aside. “Come on, Daddy. Show me who’s in charge.”

Caging your body between his arms and under his chest, you felt your pussy drip at the dark, feral look gracing Leon’s features. God, you loved it when he took so much control. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With one thrust, he went balls deep in your pussy, causing you to arch your back, lock your feet around him, and scream his name to the ceiling. Barely waiting, Leon began to thrust hard and fast into your pussy. The pain-filled pleasure given to you wrested moans of “Leon”, and whines of “more”. Gripping the bedsheets, it felt as if your whole body was on fire, and Leon’s cock only stoked the flames until the flash burn consumed your whole being. Pussy clenching and unclenching around the cock, still hammering your pussy, you were immediately taken over by another orgasm. Air suddenly became optional, as you were flipped onto your stomach. 

“On all fours,” Leon commanded, his deep, gravel-filled voice causing your pussy to drip onto the blankets. Brain foggy, Leon lifted your ass in the air and fisted your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “Seems I have you so dickdrunk you can’t function. I love it.” Slapping your ass once, Leon thrusted back inside your pussy, pulling your hair back, making you arch your back, so the angle his cock took swiped over your G-spot every time. 

Completely at his mercy, you could only moan for more as he pounded your pussy in the most delicious way he could. When your arms finally gave out, Leon lifted your body, so your back was pressed to his chest. 

“Say my name,” he commanded in your ear. 

“Daddy,” you whispered like a prayer, pleasure consuming your entire being. 

“You’re going to cum again,” Leon said, massaging your clit. “Then I’m going to cum inside you.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned, laying your head lulling back on his shoulder. 

Without losing the brutal pace, Leon kept hammering your pussy and massaging your clit, making the pleasure build in your pussy, until it snapped, and you screamed Leon’s name. Three more thrusts into your pussy, and Leon bottomed out his cock, emptying his load deep inside you. 

“Fuck, baby.” Leon took deep breaths, holding your entire body weight in his arms. “That was…amazing.”

You could only nod in agreement, your pussy still spasming around Leon’s cock. Shocks of pleasure still ran up your spine, earning additional whines even as Leon lay you on the bed, and gently slid out of you. 

“Need a minute?” Leon asked from somewhere above you.

Nodding, you tried to catch your breath. The sound of water being drawn for a bath was the first non-Leon thing you registered. Opening your eyes, you saw Leon smiling down at you. 

“Did I go too hard?” Leon asked.

“Never,” you shake your head, grinning. 

“Good,” Leon said, lifting you into his arms.

Once settled in the bath, back against Leon’s chest, you felt control of your limbs start to return. You’ll never get enough of this man. You loved the way he’d mouth the words as he read. He’s started humming along with the songs you play as you get ready. He’d reach for you in the middle of the night when a nightmare hit. When you were in San Francisco, he’d call you; the two of you stayed on until both fell asleep. You loved the way he took care of you. When you’d fight, because your demons showed up, he’d take the time to explain his rationale, and that usually ended the fight. He knew you always expected the worst, and strived to give you the best. He’d even blocked your mother’s number for you, so you didn’t have to speak with her anymore. 

“What has you thinking so hard, baby?” Leon asked.

“How much I love you,” you answered. 

Kissing your neck, Leon pulled you tighter against him. “I love you, too.” 

You both stayed like that for a long moment, until Leon cupped one of your breasts. “Baby?” Leon asked. “Are your boobs bigger?”

“Leon, you don’t have to come up with an excuse to cop a feel. You can just grab them,” you chuckled. 

“No, baby,” Leon cupped the other one. “I really think they’re bigger.” 

Looking down, you tilt your head. “Are they?”

“Yeah,” Leon nodded. 

“Well, you would know, you spend more time playing with them than I do,” you tease, kissing his jaw. 

“Baby, there’s a very short list of why boobs get bigger,” Leon said, his voice going concerningly deeper. 

“And what would those be?” you ask, your heart suddenly going a million miles a minute. 

“Top of the list is pregnancy,” Leon said, dropping his hands. 

You turn around at that, needing to read his face; nothing. His face was carefully neutral. “You think I might be…”

“Well, it’s a possibility, we have to admit,” Leon said.

“I take my birth control every single day, at the same time,” you shake your head. “It’s not possible.” 

“Birth control is still only 99% effective,” Leon added, making you swallow. 

“Okay…” you nod, feeling your breath getting caught in your throat. “Okay.”

“Baby,” Leon took hold of your face. “Let’s not panic right now.”

“But you said you never wanted kids. I swear I always took my birth control. I didn’t do this to trap you. I swear,” you started to ramble, feeling tears prick your eyes. 

“I know. I know,” Leon nodded, stroking your hair softly. “I’m not mad. I’m not upset. Let’s just figure out if you are pregnant, and if you are, we’ll go from there. We might be panicking for nothing.”

“Okay,” You nodded, going to lay your head on his shoulder. “Okay.” 

Wrapping his arms around you, Leon lay his head on yours, taking slow, deep breaths. Matching his breathing, you feel the panic start to subside. “We don’t have any pregnancy tests,” you whisper.

“I can run to the store,” Leon said, stroking your back.

It took thirty minutes from the time you got out of the tub to the time Leon walked back in, pregnancy test in hand. Prepping the test was the easy part. Waiting for the two minutes felt like two lifetimes. Everything you planned with Leon ran through your mind. Would he still want to move in together? Would he still want to be with you? Would he still want to marry you? As if he could read your racing thoughts, Leon pulled you into his arms. 

“One minute left,” he said.

 Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, trying to remember how to breathe. One minute later, the timer went off. Both of you simply stared at the little blue test.

“Alright, here goes nothing,” you say, and with a shaky hand reach for the test. Turning it over, you felt your heart drop to your feet. “Pregnant” stared back up at you. 

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. You were pregnant. You had a baby, Leon’s baby, growing inside you. You never wanted to be a mother. In fact, you actively did what you could to prevent it. Here now, with the positive result, you had no idea what to do. 

“We’re going to have a baby,” Leon finally whispered. 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded. 

“You’re going to have my baby,” Leon said, sounding joyful.

Shocked, you pull out of his arms to look at him, and there he was, smiling. He wore a big, wide, goofy grin. “You’re happy? I thought you didn’t want kids.”

“I didn’t,” Leon confirmed. “Until I met you. I’ll admit the idea of starting over is terrifying, but the idea of starting a family with you is just as exhilarating.” 

“Really? So you’re okay with this?” You hold up the test.

“Yeah,” Leon nodded. “Are you?”

“I…” you look back down at the test. “I don’t know how I feel. I mean, I never thought about being a mother. I mean, look at my mother; not exactly the best example. What do I know about being a mother? I’m going to screw up our baby. I can’t do that.” 

Leon chuckled, pulling you into his arms. “Baby, you are not going to screw up our baby. You are going to love them so much, it’s going to hurt. You are going to want to do everything you can for them. And you need to remember, you’re not alone. I’m right here. You are not facing any of this by yourself.” 

“You really believe I can do this?” you ask.

“I know you can,” he whispered, kissing you softly. 

“Okay then,” you finally smile. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Leon grinned, kissing you deeply, before dropping to his knees and hugging you around the waist. “Hey, you in there. It’s your dad, and I love you so much.”

Feeling happy tears falling, you run your hands through Leon’s hair as he spoke to the little bean in your stomach. 

One Week Later

Leon had been gone a week. You put in your two-week notice at work, and, after some back and forth, they agreed that two weeks of your remaining PTO will count for your last two weeks; the rest is set to be paid out. After contacting a moving company, the rest of your belongings will be at Leon’s house in about a week. 

You kept the baby news to yourself. You really wanted to tell Alena, but you knew Leon wanted to be there too. Instead, you familiarized yourself with the local area. You found some decent brunch spots, a cute local bookstore, and an internet cafe. Wanting something more to fill your time with than missing Leon, and stressing about the baby, you began applying for work-from-home video editing jobs. Between your education and resume, you got loads of positive responses. 

On the seventh day, you found yourself reading on the couch when your phone rang. Seeing an unknown number, you let it go to voicemail. Not a page later, the same number called again. 

“Hello?” you answer. 

A voice you’ve never heard called you by your full name.

 “This is her,” you confirmed.

“Ma’am, you’re Leon Kennedy’s emergency contact,” the voice continued, making your heart stop beating. “He’s been in an accident. You need to come down to the hospital.”

“I’m on my way,” you say, after getting the location. 

Grabbing your purse and keys, you run out the door. Leon loved driving his Proche; he’d never admit it, but he didn’t like you driving it. Today, you were taking it, and you drove as fast as you could to the hospital. 

After parking somewhere, you run inside to the nearest nurses' station. “I’m looking for Leon Kennedy. I’m his fiancée.” Technically, he hadn’t asked you yet, but right now, you did not care. Being directed to the ICU, you felt your knees threaten to give out. 

You promised me that I wasn’t alone with this baby. Please don’t break your promise, you thought, running down the hall. 

“I’m here for Leon Kennedy,” you tell the nurse under the ICU sign. 

“Right this way,” she said kindly. Nurses were never kind, not unless something was seriously wrong. 

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, you head to a doctor’s office. “Leon Kennedy’s fiancée is here,” the nurse told the doctor. 

“Have a seat, ma’am,” he directed you to a chair. 

“What’s going on?” you ask, needing to sit before your knees give out. 

“Mr. Kennedy was in an explosion. He was behind a concrete half-wall, blocking some of the blast. He’s suffered second-degree burns and some abrasions that required stitches.”

“What else?” you ask, knowing there’s more. 

“He’s suffered a severe high-grade concussion due to the blast, and he’s currently in a coma,” the doctor calmly explained. 

Feeling the air leave your lungs, you struggle to take a few deep breaths. “Will he be okay?”

“We’ll know more if he wakes up,” the doctor said. 

Noticing the non-answer, and the terrifying if, you press forward. “Can I see him?”

“Right this way.” The doctor stood, leading you down the hall towards a corner room.

Inside lay Leon, the love of your life, a man you believed indestructible. He had a breathing tube down his throat, an IV pumping something, and so many other things you couldn’t name. 

Feeling tears behind your eyes, you pull up a nearby chair and gently take one of his hands in yours. You noticed the stitches on his forehead, his forearms wrapped in gauze, and the numerous bruises covering it all. Between the burns and the stitches, it’s like you could see where his body armor ended, and his skin began. Hands shaking, you push aside some of his hair to reveal another set of stitches near his hairline. 

“I’m here, baby. I’m here,” you whisper, a quite steady beeping of the machines his only response.  

You didn’t know how long you sat there holding his hand and watching his chest move and down, when another nurse walked in. “Ma’am?”

“Yes?” you asked, gently putting down his hand to face her. 

“Do you happen to have the number to his next of kin?” she asked.

Right, you needed to let Alena know. Did you need to let his work know? Surely they already knew; he was on assignment. Chris and Claire will also want to know. Grace, Ashley, Sherry… Ada?

“Ma’am?” The nurse asked again. 

Shaking your head, you say, “Yes, I’ll call his daughter.”

Taking out your cell phone, you close your eyes and take three deep breaths. Losing yourself to your rising panic will not solve or help anything. Right now, you need to let everyone know what happened. 

Dialing Alena, it rang twice before your best friend picked up. “Hey girl, what’s up?” She sounded so happy, making your chest twist at the news you had to deliver.   

“Leon’s been in an explosion, Alena,” you tell her, sounding remarkably calm. 

“What? Is he okay?” Her voice dropped.

“He’s in a coma. They can’t tell me if he’s going to wake up or not,” you tell her. “When can you get here?” 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she said, sounding near tears.

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll be here.”

You

Landing shortly before 8 pm in Hawaii felt ideal; however, it also felt more like 2 am. After checking in at the resort and eating a quick dinner, both you and Leon crashed for the night by ten. Having gotten used to Leon’s cuddly nature, you aren’t surprised to wake up with your head on his chest and arm wrapped lazily around your back. 

Feeling the jet lag to your bones, you decide that a good workout is exactly what you need. Sitting up, careful not to jostle Leon too much, you stretch your arms above your head and arch your back, letting out a soft moan at the cracks along your spine. That’s when you felt a familiar hand find the skin at your hip.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, smiling down at the man blinking the sleep from his eyes. 

“What time is it?” Leon asked, stretching the sleep from his whole body. 

“About 6:30,” you answer, starting to get off the bed. “I’m going to hit the gym. Care to join me?” 

Suddenly, the man with no energy sat up, wrapped his arms around you, and flipped you to the other side of the bed, still wrapped tightly in his arms. 

Unable to hold back your laughter, you let him snuggle you against him. “I will take that as a maybe later.” 

“Five more minutes,” Leon muttered once again, sounding barely awake. 

Still laughing, you turn in his arms to lay your head back on his chest. “All you had to do was ask.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Leon asked, kissing the top of your head. 

“One day I’m not going to give in so easily,” you tease, cuddling deeper into Leon. 

“And how are you going to do that?” he asked, now playing with your hair. 

“I’m going to make you chase me,” you declare. 

“I would easily catch you,” Leon stated, stroking your back. 

“I don't know,” you tease. “I am pretty fast and scrappy. Plus, you are what? 55? You can’t be that fast still.”

“Is that so?” Leon drawled, now towering over you, encasing you in both arms.

“Yes,” you grin, trying not to giggle. 

“How about I show you just how old I am,” Leon warned, lowering his head to bite and suck on your neck. 

“And … how do you … intend to do … that.” You try not to give in so easily, but Leon has already figured out most sensitive spots and how to use them to his advantage. 

Kissing along your collarbone, Leon draws a path with his mouth down your chest, gently biting a nipple while he pinches the other. “By undoing all your resistance.” 

Attempting to rein yourself in and not let him win so easily, you run your hand through his hair, pulling him closer to your breasts. “Or am I using you to fulfil all my deepest desires?”

“Diabolical,” Leon said, taking his mouth off your skin. “I should leave you like this all day.”

Letting out a slow breath, you reach between your bodies and grab his already hard cock in your hand. Squeezing and stroking it, you use his precum to ease your slide, wringing a moan from the man above you. 

“I will be fine if we stop here,” you twist your hand just right and flick the tip. “But will you?”

“Fuck,” Leon cursed, eyes rolling back in his head and arms shaking. 

“Admit defeat, and I’ll ride you just the way you like,” you say, biting his earlobe. “Think about it,” you whisper directly in his ear. “Imagine, my pussy squeezing your cock, pulling out so just the tip is in, and then slowly coming back down.”

Leon moaned, starting to thrust into your hand. 

“Or, we could put on a song, and I can bounce to the beat,” you offer, flicking the tip of his cock again. “Or, I could spread my legs and let you sink this big, heavy cock in my dripping pussy and let you pound me into oblivion. What do you think?”

Leon rolled you both over, so you were straddling his hips. “I want you to squeeze me. Slowly fuck yourself on my cock until I’m so pussy drunk I don’t remember my own name.” 

Bending over to press a soft kiss to his lips, you smiled. “Since you asked so nicely.” 

Taking his cock back in your hand, you raise yourself and line him up with your entrance. Taking in only the tip, you meet Leon’s eyes and use your pussy to squeeze around it.  

“Fuck, baby,” Leon moaned, doing his best to keep still. “Do that again.”

Taking in about half his cock, you squeeze him again, earning an even deeper moan from Leon. “Is this what you wanted?” you ask, taking his entire cock into your pussy and squeezing it. 

“Fuck yeah,” Leon nodded, hands gripping the sheets. 

You’ve been with Leon for about a month now, and during that time, you learned several things about him. He is a gentleman at heart. He will always get doors, pull out chairs, seek consent, etc. He’s quite protective. He’ll walk closest to the street. He’ll put himself between you and any sketchy-looking person. He does not take bullshit. You learned that from his many work stories about his coworkers. He has many amazing qualities. One of your favorites to exploit is his love of being teased. 

Hands on his abdomen, you slowly roll your hips, squeezing him periodically. The moans from below you, combined with his white knuckles gripping the sheets, told you how much Leon was enjoying himself. Lifting your hips so only the tip remained, you dug your nails into his skin, making him buck up into you, seeking the warmth of your pussy.  

“Nah-uh,” you admonish, applying pressure with your hands. “Be a good boy, and I might let you touch me.” 

“I’ll be good,” Leon declared, using any reserves to still his movements. 

“Good boy,” you say, taking his cock back into your body and squeezing it. His grip on the sheets tightened, and you’re pretty sure you heard some ripping, but he didn’t move. “I’m so proud of you.” 

Taking your time, you slowly bounce on his cock for a few minutes, love the gasps and deep moans radiating from the man beneath you. Veins on prominent display from holding back, you squeeze his cock one more time before reaching over and taking his hand in yours. 

“You’ve been such a good boy,” you say, running his hand from your stomach up your body so he cupped one of your breasts. “You may squeeze.”

Moaning as he squeezed your breasts, you rolled your hips over his, keeping yourself on edge but never quite falling over. After a minute, you run his hand back down your body to the bundle of nerves. Taking two fingers, you angle his hand for best access, then slowly apply pressure with his fingers on your own clit. 

“Make me cum,” you tell him, removing your hand from his. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, keeping up the slow circles on your clit as you go back to bouncing on his cock. 

Between the depth of his cock, his fingers squeezing your clit, and how you angled your hips so he slides over your G-spot every time, you could already feel your orgasm reaching boiling point. 

“Keep going,” you gasp, bouncing faster. 

It took three more bounces and additional pressure from Leon, and you came undone. Breaking your own rhythm, you roll your hips on his cock, letting your pussy squeeze around it, drawing out your own orgasm. Leon’s fingers never wavered, giving you the delicious overstimulation you craved. 

Taking his other hand, you place it on your breast. “Play with me.”  

Hands braced on Leon’s chest, you began to bounce on cock determined to make him cum. Squeezing his cock with your pussy and rolling your hips, you loved the deep moans radiating up from the man below you. Knowing he wanted you to cum again, you felt Leon pinching your nipple and clit at the same time, making you cry out in pleasure and bounce even faster. 

“How close…” You gasp as his cock hits that sweet spot deep inside you. 

“Please squeeze my cock again,” Leon begged, somehow still not moving his hips as you continue to bounce on him. 

“Look at me,” you demand, and once your eyes meet, you squeeze his cock tightly with your pussy over and over while you roll your hips. 

His cock twitched inside you, and with one more squeeze, he came with a deep moan. Squeezing your nipple and clit, and you came undone with the feeling of his cum shooting inside you. Body shaking from the aftershocks, you lie down on Leon’s chest, his softening cock slowly sliding out of you on its own. 

“Did I do good?” Leon asked, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You did splendidly,” you compliment, looking up at him with a smile. 

Head lying on Leon’s chest, his fingertips caressing your back, the afterglow of amazing sex, yeah, you were exactly where you wanted to be. 

One bath and some breakfast later, you found yourself lounging on the beach next to Leon, the sun shining down with the cool breeze from the ocean, making the moment perfect. 

“Be honest with me,” you say, as the waiter brings over your drinks. “When was the last time you took an honest vacation like this?”

Leon took a sip of his drink as his hand found your thigh. “My honeymoon.” 

“Where’d you go?” you ask, reaching to play with his hair on the back of his neck. 

“The Maldives. We went snorkeling and jet skiing. We rented a boat and went wakeboarding, and did a whole lot of nothing,” Leon said with a soft smile. 

“Sounds amazing,” you smile. 

“What about you?” Leon asked. 

“Well, I’ve been to quite a few places,” you answer honestly. “My favorite would have to be when I went to Turks & Caicos with my mom. We also did all the water stuff, like snorkeling and free diving. We even went on a kayak tour through the mangrove forests. It was stunning. I loved it.” 

“You’re close with your mom, then?” Leon asked. 

That’s when you realized you're just given Leon information about yourself, which is something you never do with clients. You let them talk about whatever they want, usually themselves. Sometimes you help them work through something, encouraging them to get help. You become whatever they need and/or want. Hand paused in Leon’s hair, looking at his bright blue eyes, you have the sudden epiphany that you can be more yourself with Leon than with any other John. 

“Yeah,” you answer, unsure what to do with this new information. “She’s my best friend.” 

“Sounds nice,” Leon said, fingertips absently caressing your skin. “Wish I could say the same.”

“Mind me asking why?” you ask, hand still playing with his hair. 

“My parents died when I was young,” Leon answered. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say. 

“It was a long time ago,” Leon cleared his throat, taking a sip of his drink. “Plus, they weren’t the best people. They're actually part of the reason why I do what I do.”

“How so?” you ask.

Leon cracked his back and squeezed your thigh. “Long story short, a cop saved my life the day they were killed, and ever since then, all I’ve ever wanted to do is help people.”

“You picked a valiant career to do just that,” you say, seeing there is a lot more to the story than Leon wanted to share; some wounds you don’t discuss with the hired help.   

“Yeah,” he drawled, finishing his drink. “What do you say to renting a boat and doing some wakeboarding? I see a place right over there.” 

“Yeah, sounds like fun,” you grin. 

Taking a beach vacation with Leon was proving to be so much fun. He didn’t want to just sit around all day by the beach or by the pool. He did get sloopy drunk and force you to carry him through the resort. He didn’t spend all his time working. No, he wanted to go out and do things. On your first day alone, you spent all of ten minutes lounging by the beach before you rented a boat, went wakeboarding, and water skiing for hours. After lunch at a cafe by the beach, you went free diving around the coral reefs; well, you went free diving, Leon used a snorkel. 

Back in the hotel room, you were drying your hair after a shower when Leon came up to you, kissing your neck. 

“Thank you for doing all that with me today,” he said, between kisses. 

“I had fun,” you reply honestly, tilting your head, giving him more room. “It’s been a while since anyone wanted to go out and do things on vacation.” 

“You’ll find I can’t just sit around and do nothing for too long,” Leon said, placing his head on your shoulder.

Looking at the two of you in the mirror, you can’t help but smile. “You’ll find I am totally okay with that. I may even have suggestions of my own.” 

“Oh yeah?” Leon asked, spinning you around in his arms. “Like what?”

“Well,” you start, running your hands up his arms to wrap them around his neck. “What do you say to dinner and dancing?” 

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Leon said. 

“You don’t have to be,” you smile up at him. “I put on a tight dress. You put on a tight shirt. We come together like this and start to sway.”

You begin to rock your body side to side, encouraging the man to join in. It took a few seconds, but Leon eventually gave in, spinning you around out of the bathroom and into the wider space of a bedroom, making you laugh. 

“Like this?” he asked, taking your hand in his and placing his other on your hip. With expert movements, he began to dance you around. 

“Someone just lied,” you teased. “You are a dancer.”

“I never said I didn’t know how to dance,” he said, pulling you closer to him. “It’s not my favorite thing.” 

“But you will tonight,” you smile. “For me?” 

“For you,” he agreed, kissing you softly on the lips. 

Slipping on your tight, low-cut, navy blue cocktail dress, you adjust your breasts in the mirror, so they look nice and perky; you knew Leon loved to look. One soft silver necklace later, you walked out in matching three-inch heels. Leon wore a tight, long-sleeve, black button-up shirt that covered his arms like a second skin. This man knew what his muscles did to you and enjoyed watching your eyes take him all in. 

“You look amazing,” he said, stepping close and pulling you into his arms. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you tease, running your hands up his arms. “Ready to go?”

“You sure you don’t want to stay in?” Leon asked, eyes taking in your cleavage. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

“I’m sure,” you laugh, stepping out of his arms. Taking his hand in yours, you walk towards the door. “Come on.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a long night,” he said, opening the door for you.

“Be a good boy, and I might let you help me take this dress off later,” you tease, walking out the door. 

“What if I’m not a good boy?” he asked, pulling your ass against his already hardening cock. 

“Then you’ll have to buy me a new dress tomorrow,” you say, softly moaning as his hands move across your breasts.

“I’m okay with that,” he said, biting your ear. 

“No,” you shake your head, stepping away from his embrace. “You promised me dinner and dancing, and I will collect.”

“Alright,” he held his hands up in defeat. “Let’s go dancing.” 

Dinner was amazing. Of course, you got steak; turns out it’s one of Leon’s favorites. You two talked about all the things you want to do while on vacation. He was most excited to try ziplining and a hike around an active volcano. You were most excited to swim with sharks and to visit Pearl Harbor. 

“You love history,” Leon stated with a smile.

“I do,” you agree with a grin. “It’s all just so fascinating.”

“So tell me, history nerd,” he teased, making you playfully hit his arm. “Where would you most like to visit? History wise.” 

“Oh, that’s a tough one. While I would love to visit Russia, I don’t think that’s a smart idea right now. Taking out the Middle East for similar reasons, I would have to say Poland and Germany. I want to go see the various concentration camps. Pay my respects,” you answer. 

“Maybe one day I’ll take you,” he said, his thumb caressing your knuckles. 

“Maybe one day I’ll let you,” you answer, knowing it’s never going to happen. 

May 2029

Leon

Walking back towards his office, Leon knew he was already running late. He promised you he’d be done with work by noon, so you two could leave on time for the airport. He should have been done with his meetings by ten; however, they ran an hour late. They always run late. Now he had one hour to do what typically took him two. 

“Please hold my calls,” Leon instructed his assistant. 

“Yes, sir,” they said with a nod. “You do have a visitor in your office.”

“Great,” Leon drawled. 

Believing it to be his newest “friend,” Derek, wanting more advice, Leon pulled on all his remaining patience and opened his office door. Sitting behind his desk, scrolling his phone, was not the annoying upstart Derek, who really needed to figure out Leon hated kiss asses. It was Chris. 

“Redfield, what brings you to my neck of the woods?” Leon asked.

“None of us has heard from you in a month. We got worried, and I drew the short straw, so what’s up, man? Where’ve you been?” Chris asked. 

“Been busy,” Leon answered, shooing Chris off his chair. 

“With what?” Chris didn’t move.

“Look, man, I have a lot to do right now and not a lot of time to do it. Can we have this conversation later?” Leon asked. 

“Nope,” Chris shook his head.

Letting out a long sigh, Leon knew Chris was not going to give up until he got what he wanted. “Fine, I’ve been with a girl.”

“A girl? A real girl?” Chris's eyes went wide.

“What kind of question is that? Yes, a real girl. Now move,” Leon waved his hand.

Chris finally vacated the chair. “I thought you weren’t ready to date anyone? What happened?”

There’s the reason Leon hasn’t contacted any of his friends for the last month. He had no idea how to tell them he’s hired an escort for an entire year. It may have been a rash decision, but her breasts were the most perfect things he had ever seen, and it had been too long since he got laid…okay, so it was a rash decision, but he couldn’t find a part of him that regretted it. Not only is she one of the best fucks he’s ever had, but for the first time in years, he’s waking up with a woman in his arms. Even now, he can still smell her perfume on him from that morning. 

“I just met someone,” Leon evaded. 

“Nah, there’s more than that,” Chris smirked, taking a seat across from Leon. “You were dead set against dating anyone. Even said no when Ashley tried to set you up with someone. Who is she?”

“No one,” Leon snapped.

“Alright, when can we meet her?” Chris asked.

“Never,” Leon drawled. 

Snatching Leon’s phone, Chris easily unlocked it. “Dude, you have got to stop making your password 1,2,3,4.”

“Give that back,” Leon reached to take it back, but Chris held it out of reach. 

“Oh, she’s hot,” Chris waggled his eyebrows upon opening Leon’s camera roll. “Way too hot for you, that’s for sure.”

Holding his head in one hand, Leon let out a long sigh. “Can you not?”

“Come on, man, give it up. Who is she?” Chris asked again. 

“Fine,” Leon rolled his eyes. “If I tell you, will you let me get back to work?”

“Sure,” Chris smirked, setting down Leon’s phone. 

“She’s an escort,” Leon said. “I hired her for an entire year to act like my girlfriend.” 

“So you finally used the website I gave ya,” Chris said.

“Yeah, wanted the company without the commitment,” Leon explained. 

“Good for you,” Chris nodded. 

“What?” Leon asked, unsure of the game Chris was playing. No way his best friend was just okay with Leon hiring an escort. Not possible

“Look, man, we’ve all …” Chris started, then shifted directions. “I know you have not been happy these past few years. If this is what you need right now, then I’m okay with it.” 

“Really?” Leon asked. 

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, something flashing across his face Leon couldn’t quite catch. 

“Why?” 

Chris looked down, trying to decide on how best to phrase whatever he’s thinking. “Since losing Ada…

At the mention of her name, Leon looked down. He still felt cheated for losing his wife. They were supposed to travel the world together, experience where she came from, and spend their twilight years on matching rocking chairs. He got none of that. 

“I know you have not been okay,” Chris continued. “Since coming back from Racoon City alive, a part of you grew angry. You held your temper on a short leash and treated every mission as if it were your last.”

“Get to the point, Redfield,” Leon snapped, hating the impromptu therapy session. 

“While still angry,” Chris scowled back, then softened his tone. “She’s softened you. Reminded you that life might be worth living after all.” 

“You got all that from talking to me for two seconds?” Leon drawled. 

“Something like that,” Chris shrugged. “And I got word you’re actually going on vacation. Let me guess, her idea.” 

“Maybe,” Leon conceded. “I’m taking her to Hawaii.”

“Oh, the land of tiny bikinis,” Chris grinned. “You’ll have to take pictures for me.”

“In your dreams, Redfield,” Leon smirked, throwing a stress ball at his friend. 

After a couple more minutes of chatting, Chris left, allowing Leon to finally return to work. Having lost himself in reports, emails, and projects, Leon was shocked when he checked the time, 11:47. 

“Dammit,” Leon cursed. Picking up his phone, he dialed your number. 

“Hey, babe,” you answer. “You leaving?”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, but my meetings ran late. It’s going to take me an extra hour to finish things up here. Would you mind meeting at my place around 1? I swear I will be no later than that,” Leon said, still typing on his computer. 

“No problem,” you reply. “Oh, if I can be a motivator, I am wearing a sundress with nothing else. In case you want to renew your membership for the Mile High Club.” 

Leon groaned into the phone. “Suddenly I can type twice as fast.”

“Thought that might help,” you laughed. “See you in an hour.” 

Deciding to only finish what was completely necessary and email the rest to others, Leon walked out of the office at 12:30 and into his house a little before one o’clock. 

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” he called, toeing off his shoes. “Just have to pack toiletries, and I’ll be ready to go.”

“No worries,” you call from the living room. “We have three hours before our flight leaves.”

Instinctively, Leon made his way to the sound of your voice. Smiling, he saw you reading a book. 

“What ya reading?” He asked, leaning down to give you a soft kiss. Your yellow low-cut sundress gave him the perfect view of your incredible breasts. Not bothering to hide how he looked you up and down, taking in the high slit in your dress, Leon had to wonder what a woman like you saw in him. Right, it’s my money, he reminded himself. Watching you take a deep breath, Leon found no part of him cared. 

“1906, it’s about the San Francisco earthquake and subsequent fire,” you answer, returning his kiss. 

“You’ll have to tell me all about it on the plane,” Leon said, glancing at the cover. 

“I plan on it,” you smiled.

He never spent a lot of time learning about the history of things. It’s not that he didn’t find it important, or anything like that, but whenever he tried, he kept losing focus. Somehow, whenever you told him about whatever historical event you were learning about, he couldn’t get enough. He found himself hanging on every word, asking questions, and debating the lasting consequences. 

“Give me five minutes, and we can go,” Leon said, already making his way to his bedroom.

Packing up the various toiletries he’ll need on the trip, he noticed your perfume somehow got mixed among his things. Smiling at the bottle, he felt something melt in his chest. He mentioned in passing that he liked waking up surrounded by your scent and missed it whenever he slept alone at his place. 

Picking up the bottle, he sprayed some over his bedspread. Taking in the clean jasmine scent, Leon turned to make his way back to the bathroom when he saw Ada’s portrait, the one he kept by his bed. Still beautiful as ever, he noticed someone had taken the time to dust it. Curious, he went into the hall where he had hung their wedding portrait, and it, too, had been dusted. 

Calling your name, Leon walked back into the living room. “Did you clean while you waited for me?” 

“Sort of?” You answered, putting a finger in your book. “I noticed you don’t have a lot of decorations around, so I figured the ones you do have must be pretty important. I saw they were a bit dusty, so I cleaned them. Hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, of course it is, I just…” Leon looked back at the wedding photo. He could still remember that day perfectly. Neither he nor Ada wanted a big affair, but she still wanted the long white dress and to walk down the aisle. To this day, Leon believes it was to make him cry, which he did. She looked so beautiful, how could he not? Turning back to you, he saw you looking at him with a kind, patient smile across your own beautiful features. 

“She is important to me. Thank you,” Leon said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I’ll go finish packing right quick.”

“Okay,” you said softly, allowing him to escape back down the hall.

You

After checking in, getting through security, and finding the first-class lounge, you and Leon settle at the bar. 

“What can I get for you two?” the bartender asked. 

“The lady would like a dry Rosé, and I’ll take anything Mexican,” Leon said, already handing over his card. 

Politely thanking the bartender for your drink, you turn back to Leon. “I’m so excited for our trip.” 

“What are you most excited for?” Leon asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Swimming with sharks,” you beam, clapping your hands together. “I never thought anyone would want to do that with me.” 

“Same,” Leon agreed, eyes looking at someone out the window. 

Ever since Leon noticed you dusted those photos in his apartment, he’s been a bit off, looking out of windows with his eyes glazing over with memories. You’re not an idiot. You knew from the very beginning that Leon already had a wife, so it’s not much of a stretch to assume the woman in a stunning white wedding dress, standing next to a younger him, was her. No part of you felt jealous. Not one ounce of you felt any animosity towards her. Your honest first thoughts were, "Wow, she’s gorgeous.” 

Now, seeing the familiar glaze settle over Leon’s eyes, you knew he was lost in memories of her; either ones created or ones robbed. Placing your hand over his, he turned his attention back to you. 

“You know, you can tell me about her,” you say kindly. 

“No, I can’t,” Leon shook his head, taking another sip of his drink. 

Gently squeezing his hand, you hold his attention. “You can talk to me. I’m much like an attorney or a bartender,” you try to joke. “Meaning, you can tell me things, and I won’t tell anyone. After all, you don’t do what I do long without knowing how to keep secrets.” 

“I’m not looking to be fixed,” Leon said, with an edge to it. 

Watching his shoulders tense, and his hand squeeze a little too hard around the glass, you quickly put it together that his family and friends have tried numerous times to fix whatever he’s feeling, and he hates it. 

“Leon, I am not a therapist, nor am I, Jesus.” You get a small chuckle at that one. “I cannot fix anything like what you're feeling, nor will I try to. However, my experience has shown me there’s power in simply voicing how you feel.” 

Leon kept staring at his beer, as if it held all the answers in the world. Finally, after a full two minutes of silence, he let out a long breath. “I miss her. I miss her a lot.” Knowing words will not help, you gently rub circles in his back. “Her name was Ada, Ada Wong. We met at work, well, sort of.” Leon quickly wiped away a tear. “She was ferociously independent, yet always let me open her doors. Before we settled down together, I never planned more than a day ahead. She…” Leon swallowed hard. “Together we planned vacations. We were going to see the world together. You see, she was Chinese-American. We had a whole plan to visit China and experience her culture. Then she got sick…” Leon’s voice cracked. “And once again, my job took everything from me.” 

In the past month, Leon had created the image of being an immovable mountain. Capable of standing against anything and not budging. It wasn’t stubbornness, although it had the same flavors. It felt more like determination. He knew, without a shadow of doubt, his place in the world, and it involved helping others. He told you stories of walking into the most dangerous places on earth and not only coming out alive but also saving someone along the way. Leon S. Kennedy felt like a real Superman. Right now, watching two tears fall down his cheek, Leon has shown you his kryptonite. 

Heartbreaking for this man, you take one of his larger calloused hands in your softer ones. “She sounds amazing.” 

“She was,” Leon agreed, finally squeezing your hand back. “She really was.” Wiping away his tears, Leon takes out his keys. Showing you a worn-out teddy-bear keychain, he smiled. “You know she gave this to me years ago in Spain. I was there for work; so was she. I didn’t know it at the time, but she made my mission easier. Saved me a couple of times, even. I didn’t use to carry this around. I don’t want to lose it, but…” Leon ran his fingers over the small bear. “I feel closer to her with it.”  

Over the next hour, Leon kept telling you about his late wife, Ada. How she loved to tease him. How she was the only one to ever beat him in a sparring match. You teased that it was because he kept getting distracted by her. He agreed. He told you stories, both funny and serious. The more he talked, the less pain you saw standing behind his eyes. 

“Thank you,” Leon finally said. “For letting me talk. For listening. You’re really good at it.” 

“You’re welcome,” you smile, moving the hair from his face. 

Not too much later, it was time to board the plane; thankfully, everything went smoothly. Settling into your seat, you couldn’t help but smile as Leon’s hand “casually” found the bare skin of your thigh. Settling in for your ten-hour flight, you take out your book, and Leon begins watching the latest Marvel movie. About two hours into the flight, you take out a crunchy granola bar. After taking a bite, you notice that crumbs have fallen on your lap. Idea popping into your head, you grin before “casually” dropping some crumbs on Leon’s lap. 

“Oh, sorry,” you say, already starting to clean them off him. Looking into his eyes, you press the palm of your hand on his cock. “My bad.”  

  You didn’t know if Leon still wanted to “renew his membership to the Mile-High Club”, but you figured you’d let him know you were still interested. His bright blue eyes, darkening, told you all you need to know. 

Under the guise of adjusting your dress, you pulled it this way and that, ensuring your breasts were on proper display for Leon to get his eyeful. Crossing your legs, you let the slit of your dress ride high on your thigh. 

Watching Leon lick his lips while he tries to adjust himself, you look up at him, all innocent. “Everything okay?”   

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, his hand back on your thigh, thumb making circles in your inner thighs.  

Going back to your book, and reading the same paragraph three times, you let Leon sit in his chair for a few more minutes. Just as his hand started to slide up your thigh, his fingertips almost reaching your bare pussy, you carefully get to your feet.    

“I need to use the bathroom,” you say, walking past Leon and towards the first-class bathrooms. Not even a minute later, Leon walked through the door, locking it behind him. “You need a lesson in being discreet.” 

“Then don’t tease me so hard,” Leon growled, taking you in a fierce kiss. 

Never breaking the kiss, Leon raised your skirt and inserted two fingers in your already wet pussy, thumb pressing circles onto your clit. Taking your moans into his mouth, you buck into his hand when he curls his fingers, stroking your G-spot. 

“I must say, I love how easily I make you wet,” Leon whispered hotly in your ear. 

Careful to keep all your sounds low, you palm Leon through his jeans. “And I love how hard I get you without really trying.” 

Turning you around, Leon lifted your skirt above your hips before you heard the familiar sound of his pants sliding down. With one hand covering your mouth, and the other on your hip, Leon slammed into you. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, your eyes roll back at the pleasure rolling through your pussy, up your spine, and down your legs. Setting a quick, yet efficient pace, Leon angled your hips so he hit all your sweet spots. Wanting Leon to cum with you, you use your pussy walls to squeeze around his cock. Never breaking the rhythm, Leon lifted your upper body so he could cover your mouth with his, taking all your moans into his mouth. 

“Close,” you whisper, pulling your mouth away from Leon. 

“Me too,” he growled, starting to slam into you harder. “Cum with me.” 

“Okay,” you nod, pulling Leon back into an intense kiss. 

Sliding one hand down your body, Leon begins to play with your clit, pushing you over the edge and making you see stars. Pussy spasming around Leon’s cock, he slammed into you three more times before cumming deep inside you. 

Still keeping your breathing quiet, you lay your head back against Leon’s chest. “My god.”

“I’ll say,” he said, kissing your temple between breaths. Not having long to enjoy the after effects, Leon slides out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. “I’ll leave first, wait a bit before leaving.”

“Got it,” you agree.

Giving you one last kiss, Leon quietly slid out of the bathroom. After cleaning yourself, you adjust your dress in the mirror and leave. The knowing, almost envious, look from one of the stewards earned them a wink, but besides them, no one noticed a thing. 

You

After losing patience waiting for his own erection, Leon picked you up off the table, walked you towards the bedroom, and tossed you on the bed. Letting out a surprise gasp at the strength he casually displayed, you met his dark gaze. Licking your lips, you look down, seeing his still flaccid cock. At this point during the night with a client, they’d usually thank you for your time, maybe stay an hour or so talking, then leave. The way Leon devoured your body with his eyes, you knew this man was far from finished with you, and fuck, if that didn’t make your pussy drip in delight.  

Already figuring out Leon enjoyed being teased, you get on your hands and knees, arching your back, giving him the best view of your body. “Babe, I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’re not quite up for round two yet,” you say, licking your lips. “I can help with that.”

Now it was Leon’s turn to lick his lips, chest heaving, his eyes took in your entire body. “Spread those legs, baby. I’m going to eat you until I’m hard again.” 

“Oh, I have a better idea,” you say, crawling over to him. “Why don’t you lie down? I sit on your face, and help your cock,” You take the flaccid appendage in your hand, earning a soft hiss from Leon, “get back to the party.” Eyes never leaving Leon’s, you continue stroking his cock, which started to valiantly twitch in your hand, while you slowly rise to your knees, body not quite touching his. “What do you think?” 

Instead of responding, Leon devoured your mouth, his tongue taking over your mouth with a growl. Ignoring the drool dripping from the all-consuming kiss, Leon gripped your wrist, pulling your hand off his cock, and placing it on his shoulder before sliding those calloused fingers tenderly down your side. Hands now at your waist, Leon knelt on the bed, pressing his body flush to yours. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his hard, muscular form against your own, you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. Even with all your senses full of Leon, you have the presence of mind to realize that this man has worked hard his entire life. Doing what you had an idea, but nothing conclusive. 

One hand on holding you flush against him, Leon slowly lowered the two of you onto the bed. Spreading your legs for him to settle onto you, you whine as Leon breaks the kiss, allowing you to settle against the blankets and pillows. Arms caging you in, you smile, running your hands up Leon’s chest, over his nipples, before settling on his shoulders once again. 

“You still haven’t answered me,” you point out, booping him on the nose. 

“Are you sure?” he asked, something akin to caring crossing his features. “We can be done.”

Now that gave you whiplash. One second, he was about to devour you, and now he’s stopping?  “What?” 

Staying on one hand, Leon stroked your side. “I can spend all night taking you every way I can imagine, but only if you want to as well.”

“Of course I do,” you say automatically. What else were you supposed to say? He’s spending a lot of money on you; you didn’t exactly have a lot of room to say no. Not that you really wanted to say no in the first place.

Leon shook his head, but stayed. “Don’t tell me what you think you owe me. I want to know what you really want. Please.”

Consent. This man with the muscles of a god and the mouth of a devil had the soul of an angel. He was genuinely looking for consent. For him to continue, he needed to know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. You had to admit it felt nice to be considered like this for once. 

“I want you, Leon,” you say, squeezing his shoulders. “I really do.”

“Tell me if I go too far or do something you don’t like,” Leon said, hand still caressing your side, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of simply touching you. 

“I will,” you agree, seeing the sincerity in his features. This obviously meant a lot to him, and it was your job to make him happy, at least for the next year. 

Cupping the back of your head, Leon lowers his head enough to press a soft, tender, almost loving kiss to yours. “Thank you.” 

Sliding your hands over his chest, you smirk up at him. “Where were we?” 

Leon smiled, flipping you over, so you lay on his chest. “You were about to sit on my face.” 

“Oh, right,” you smirk, taking a moment to rock your hips over his. 

“You are a tease,” Leon said, physically moving you up his body, so you sat on his upper chest. “Now take your seat.” 

Giggling, you stand to face the end of the bed before kneeling over his face. “I’d worry about suffocating you, but I believe you’d love it.”

“Oh, to die a warrior's death. Every soldier’s dream,” Leon whimsically said, hands on your legs. “Now sit, woman.” 

“Yes, sir,” you say, pressing your pussy over Leon’s face, immediately earning a moan from the man below you. 

“Fuck, I missed this,” he said, already sucking your clit repeatedly in and out of his mouth, winning more of your juices to cover his face. 

Pleasure shooting up your spine with each breath Leon took, you involuntarily start to rock your hips over Leon’s face. Large hands quickly take hold of your hips, forcing you to still and enjoy the sensations Leon wrung from your body.

His cock twitching in front of you caught your attention. Smiling, you lick your hand and begin to squeeze and stroke it, making Leon moan around your clit. Eyes rolling back in your head, you lose your rhythm for a moment. A dark chuckle below you hardened your resolve to make him feel as much pleasure as he gave you. Needing to move up his body a bit, you force Leon to lift his head to continue to reach your pussy, as you take his cock into your mouth. Before Leon could regain his own rhythm on your clit, you swirled your tongue around the head before sucking hard, making him moan so deep you felt it in your own body. Humming in satisfaction, you squeeze the base of his cock while starting to bob your head, allowing his cock to repeatedly hit the back of your throat. 

“You play dirty,” Leon moaned, starting to rock his hips into your mouth. 

“You’re in the big leagues now, baby,” you tease, blowing on the tip of his now hardening cock. “Not my fault, you didn’t make the cut.” 

“Oh yeah? First to make the other cum wins,” Leon challenged, already licking at your pussy again. 

“You’re on,” you say, taking his cock back into your mouth. 

Leon instantly sucked your clit back into his mouth, then used his tongue to lick it over and over. Moaning around the cock in your mouth, you feel your own juices slide out and all over Leon. Using your position to your own benefit, you get on your hands and knees and begin fucking yourself on Leon’s face and cock. While effective in making Leon moan darkly and start to fuck your face, it also edged you closer. Especially when Leon inserted two fingers into your pussy and curled them, making you work his fingers over your G-spot over and over. 

Forgetting about the bet, you lift your mouth off his cock. “Leon, fuck. So close…”

“What does my baby need?” he asked, pressing his tongue onto your clit. 

Arching your back, you whine as he pulls back, dragging you back from the edge. “Leon!”

“Use your words,” he instructed, starting to slowly move his fingers in and out of you. “What do you need?”

“I need… I need you. Please, I need to cum,” you scream as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. 

Clit never leaving his mouth, Leon licked it over and over, quickly bringing you back to the edge. Toes curled and back arched, you felt the delicious spikes of pleasure shoot through your pussy and up your spine, stealing your breath. 

“Cum, baby,” Leon rumbled, breath over your clit, fingers stroking your G-spot. 

It took one more press of Leon’s tongue to your clit, and you came all over his face, screaming his name. Body trembling, you swear you stopped breathing for a minute, as Leon licked and sucked until he felt your thighs stop trembling. Only then did he flip you over on your back and pull you to his chest. 

Head on his chest, leg over his, you slowly relearn how to breathe. “You are very good at that.”

“Good enough for the major leagues?” Leon asked, stroking your back, even as you saw his hard cock between his legs. 

“Oh yeah,” you nod against his chest. Lifting yourself on an arm, you smile down at Leon. “So, winner, what would you like?” 

“You, on your hands and knees,” he instructed. “I want to pound your pussy until you’re trembling and I’m cumming deep inside you.”

“I can make that happen?” you say, kissing him hard on the mouth, before pulling away to kneel above him. “Or, would my old man like to lie back and let me do the work?” 

“Old man?” Leon repeated darkly. 

Eyes alight with mischief, you only shrug. 

Leon slowly got to his knees, his eyes darkening with every movement. Hands on your body, he maneuvers your face in the blankets with your ass in the air. “Let me show you what this old man can do.” 

Without preamble, Leon began slamming his cock deep inside your drenched pussy, making you scream blissfully into the pillow. Gripping the blankets at the intense pleasure he wrings out of your body with every slam of his cock, you try to meet his movements, but he only growls at your attempts. Fingers digging into your hips, Leon moves your body for you, making you fuck him as hard as he’s fucking you. God, you’ve never been with a man so dominant before, so intense, and fuck if it didn’t make you flood your pussy with more juices. 

Grabbing your hair, Leon pulled you up, so your back pressed against his chest. Unable to move at all, you grip Leon’s hand where it held your body against his. Moving your hand down and over your stomach, you felt both inside and out, Leon’s cock fucking you. The sensation sending over the edge, you pussy squirted over the bed, earning a dark chuckle from the man behind you. 

“You like it rough?” he rasped in your ear. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Words meant nothing, air became optional, and the world around you disappeared. Only Leon, his body, and cock existed. You only needed him, and you could survive; of that, you were certain. 

“Cum again, baby,” Leon licked your ear. “Cum all over my cock. Squeeze me. Milk me dry.” 

As if he owned every part of you, you came undone in his arms, pussy spasming around his cock, sending more juices down your legs as if crying for Leon’s cock to stay buried inside. Five more thrusts, and you got what you wanted. Leon slammed once more deep inside you, moaning your name as you felt his warm cum fill your pussy. 

Completely spent, body unresponsive, you hung limply in Leon’s arms. Lying on a part of the bed that wasn’t soaked, you felt Leon move your damp hair from your face. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

You shake your head no, moaning as his softening cock slides out of you. It takes you a couple of minutes to remember that breathing is required, and you indeed needed more than Leon to survive. “No, you were…incredible.” 

A soft kiss is pressed to your temple. “You were fucking perfect.” 

“Am I good to shower?” you ask after a couple more minutes of cuddling in your bed. 

Leon stiffened for a moment before relaxing again. “Yeah. Pretty sure the last round did me in for at least a couple of hours.” 

“You sure?” you ask, turning your upper body to look at Leon. “I just need a few more minutes to recover, and I’ll be good to go again.” 

Shaking his head, Leon kissed your forehead. “You are amazing, but I am good. Go take your shower.”

“Okay,” you smile, slowly getting out of bed, your thoroughly used body not sure if it’s going to cooperate or not. 

With one hand, Leon steadied you. Smirking, he asked, “Need help getting to the bathroom?” 

Smiling, you pat his hand. “I’ll be fine. Just haven’t had rounds like that…well ever.” 

“You sure I didn’t go too hard?” Leon asked again.

“Yes,” you turn to smile at him. “I swear, I will tell you the moment you do anything I don’t like.” 

Leon looked at your face for a long moment, as if assessing the truth of that statement. Eventually, he nodded. “Mind if I use your other bathroom?”

“Of course not, it’s straight down the hall. There are all kinds of products under the cabinets; help yourself.” You motioned towards your spare bathroom. 

“Thank you,” He said, standing. Hovering for an extra second, Leon walked out of the bedroom. 

Making your way to your own bathroom, the first thing you do is thoroughly clean yourself before deciding to draw yourself a bath. After the last couple of hours, your muscles needed bubbles and a nice, long soak. 

An hour later, you step out of the bathroom, brushing your wet hair. Looking around, you’re surprised to find the bedding has already been changed on your bed. Amazed, you start looking around your apartment for Leon. You find he’s cleaned up the table from your early adventures, but no Leon. Shrugging, you choose not to be disappointed. Finding your phone, you see the notification of his payment, a few random news articles, but nothing else. 

“Not even a see ya later?” you ask out loud. 

Rolling your eyes, you go back to your bedroom. Tossing your phone on your bed, you go back to drying your hair and getting ready for bed. Hair about dried, you nearly jump out of your own skin when you hear someone in your apartment. Not expecting anyone, you put down your hair dryer. Taking a moment to listen, you determine they are in your front room. Quietly going to your side drawer, you take out your pistol. Clicking off the safety, you silently make your way down the hall. 

“Don’t fuckin move,” you snarl, raising your gun at the intruder. 

Leon raised his hands and stayed completely calm. “It’s me, Freddy, let me up.” 

“Leon?” You let out a breath, aiming the gun down and clicking the safety back on. “What are you doing here? I thought you left?”

“I left a note,” he said, grabbing a sheet of paper off the counter. “I needed to run home for a couple of things, and thought I’d pick up dinner. I can leave if you want.” 

“No stay,”  you insist. “I didn’t see the note. I’m sorry. Let me put this away.” 

“Let’s see what you got,” Leon said, motioning towards the gun. 

“It’s a Walther F-Series Pro,” you answer, carefully handing him the gun. 

Leon expertly turns the gun over in his hands and easily removes the magazine. “Walther, decent enough. F series, better than PDP. 18 rounds, good size. Nice weight. A bit small for me, but a good fit for yours. Good choice.” Flipping it over in one hand, he holds it out for you to take. 

Not sure what to comment on first, his knowledge of guns, or how he just flipped your gun with one hand. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“The flip thing,” you say, taking the gun. 

Leon just shrugged. “Not the first gun I’ve handled.”

“I can tell,” you say. “Let me put this away, and we can have dinner.”

After putting your gun back in the drawer, you put on a blue satin nightgown with a matching floral satin robe. Walking back towards the kitchen, you find Leon has already found your plates.   

“What’s for dinner?” you ask

“Just the steakhouse from earlier. I’m not sure what else you like, and I wanted to get you something you’d actually want to eat,” he said, setting the plates down on the counter. 

“Let me help,” you say, opening up one of the containers of food. 

“No,” Leon said, taking you by the hips and leading you towards the table. “Take a seat. I got this.”

“At least let me get silverware and drinks,” you insist.

“I got this,” Leon said, pulling out a chair for you. 

“You don’t know where anything is,” you point out. 

“Your kitchen is not that big, I bet I can find everything I need,” Leon countered. 

“Alright,” you concede, leaning back in the chair. 

From your spot in the dining room, you watched Leon serve up both meals, find all the utensils, and grab two waters from your fridge. Unable to hold back your smile, you had the sudden realization that this next year was going to be nothing like you expected. Leon was not the typical client. He didn’t sit back and expect you to serve him. He actually cared if you came during sex. You suspected that when you went to shower alone, you might have hurt him somehow. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you decide next time you’ll ask if he wants to shower with you. 

“This looks amazing, Leon. Thank you,” you tell him as he sets down your meal. 

“I didn’t know how you liked your steak cooked, so I went with medium rare. That okay?” he asked, taking the seat next to you. 

“It’s perfect,” you say. 

“What do you like to eat?” he asked. “I looked around your kitchen, and all I found was water and baking soda.”

“Yeah, I need to get to the market,” you chuckle, taking a bite of veggies. Seeing Leon expected to answer, you continue, “I’ve been trying the Mediterranean diet for the last few months.”

“I’ve heard of that one. Lots of vegetables, fruits, whole grains, healthy fats, and fish. Right?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you confirm. “Which makes this meal a treat.”

“Is this what you normally eat on your cheat day?” Leon asked. 

“Sometimes, but my cheat days will always involve ice cream. Specifically, Ben and Jerry’s Honey Graham Latte.” You smile. “It’s so good. What about you? Do you have a specific meal plan, or are you naturally huge?”

“I don’t know if I’d call it a meal plan,” Leon shrugged. “I just make sure to have lots of protein and carbohydrates.”

“So you have these muscles without really trying?” you ask, squeezing his bicep. 

“Oh, I definitely try,” Leon chuckled. “Just don’t have a detailed plan about what to eat when.”

“Okay, so what are some of your favorite foods? Like for your cheat day?” you ask.

“Pizza,” Leon nodded. “I could eat four medium pizzas on my own if I let myself.”

“Any specific pizza?” you ask, taking a bite of steak.

“Basic pepperoni,” he answered. 

You two spent the next hour eating dinner and learning about each other. Turns out Leon is way into motorcycles, and is even building his own. You told him you enjoyed a good puzzle or strategy game like Sudoku or escape rooms. Conversation proved easy with him; you found yourself not needing to be in character as much. You didn’t need to fake your likes and dislikes to please him. They all just seemed to match, or he showed genuine interest in your love for history and wine. 

Plates washed and put away, you soon found yourself lying in your bed with Leon sliding in behind you. Arms wrapping around you, you find yourself tucked against Leon, his face almost completely buried in your hair. 

“Good night,” Leon yawned. 

“Good night,” you whisper back, waiting for him to fall asleep. 

You

The restaurant was absolutely stunning. Black stonework for walls, brown leather chairs, combined with soft, warm lighting, made the air perfect for first dates, or whatever the first dinner with your sugar daddy is called. You picked this place because even though it’s Friday night, you have a standing reservation. 

“Do you have a reservation?” the hostess asked, doing her best not to eye-fuck Leon. You had to give her credit; she didn’t appear too obvious. 

“Yes, it’s under Fancy,” you answer, catching her attention. 

After forcing her eyes away from Leon, she checks her tablet. “Right this way.” 

“If it’s possible, may we get a table along the wall?” Leon asked.

“Of course, sir,” the hostess agreed, taking you two towards the back of the restaurant. Making a mental note of the odd request, you follow her deeper inside. “Is this alright, sir?”

“Yes, thank you,” Leon agreed, pulling out a chair against the wall for you to take a seat. 

The hostess set down your menus. “Your waiter will be right with you.”

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the offered seat. 

Leon took the seat adjacent to you before taking your hand in his. “How did you get a reservation at this place so quickly?” 

“One of my many secrets,” you smile at him, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

“And how many secrets do you have?” Leon asked, leaning closer. 

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you,” you whisper, watching his gaze drift to your breasts. “Like what you see?”

“Very much,” Leon spoke low. 

“How’s everyone doing this evening?” the waiter asked, walking up to the table. 

“We’re doing great,” you smile at the waiter, Leon’s calloused fingers stroking your hand. 

“Excellent, now what can I get started for you?” he asked in his practiced customer service voice. 

“I would like your best Pinot Noir,” you answer, placing your free hand over Leon’s. “What would you like, handsome?” 

“Your best IPA,” Leon answered, sparing the waiter only a glance. 

Some men had a hard time on the first date together. Some men spent the time talking about their families. Some got quiet and refused to speak. Leon, though, you knew he was thinking with his cock, and trying very hard not to appear too eager to get through the dinner. You had to give him credit for that at least. 

“Tell me, Leon, what’s the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done?” you ask, needing to know more about the man you’re about to spend a lot more time with. 

Leon tilted his head, taking a minute to think. “Recently, I was on a job where I had to ride a motorcycle up a collapsed skyscraper, jump over a pretty good-sized gap, and land on the other side.”

“Really?” you ask, eyes wide with excitement. “What do you do?”

“I work for the DSO,” Leon answered. 

“That’s anti-bioterrorism,” you say, actually impressed.

“Yes,” Leon answered, then proceeded to change the subject. “What’s the most adventurous thing you’ve done?”

“A couple of years back, I got to skydive from Mount Everest. Well, a helicopter about 23,000 feet,” you tell him. “We had oxygen tanks and everything. The adrenaline rush was crazy.” 

“Wow, I’ve heard of that jump. It’s on my bucket list,” Leon said. “Would you do it again?”

“In a heartbeat,” you answer honestly. 

“Good to know,” Leon spoke low, as the waiter came over with your drinks. 

“Are we ready to order?” The waiter asked with a kind smile. 

“I’m ready,” you smile at Leon. “You?”

“I need a minute,” Leon said, letting go of your hand to pick up the menu. 

“Of course,” the waiter nodded. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

“What are you getting?” Leon asked, eyes scanning the menu. 

“Filet Mingon with steamed veggies. My personal favorite,” you answer, leaning over and pressing your breasts into his arm, you look at the menu together. “Would you like a suggestion?”

Leon looked at your breasts again. Blinking innocently, you took a deep breath, allowing him to feel them move on his huge bicep. “What would you suggest?” Leon’s voice so low it’s almost a growl. 

“The ribeye pairs well with your drink,” you answer, pointing to it on the menu. 

“I’ll have that,” he said, flexing his arm under your chest. 

This man knew what he was doing, you thought, meeting his lust-filled gaze, and damn if your pussy didn’t start to ache for this man to pin you down. Usually, you had to prep for a client, but something about Leon told you it wouldn't be an issue. His hand found your thigh, allowing you to feel just how big his hands were. 

“Tell me, do you like being the pursuer, or the pursued?” you ask, sliding your fingers along his inner thigh, your pussy aching at the feel of the hard muscles under your administrations. 

“Depends,” Leon spoke low. 

“On?” you ask, your own lust-filled eyes meeting his blown pupils. 

Licking your lips, you watch Leon’s face slowly lower to yours, stopping millimeters from your mouth. “The moment.” 

Never one to back down, you press your mouth to his, hand squeezing high on his inner thigh. Leon let out a growl, pressing his own mouth harder onto yours, arm snaking around your waist to pull you so close your breasts were pressed hard against his chest. Nipping your lower lip, you let out a gasp, permitting Leon to insert his tongue into your mouth, his free hand angling your neck to give him greater access. One hand still on his inner thigh, the other on his waist, you press your tongue against his, tasting his toothpaste and mouthwash from earlier. Hand squeezing your waist, you nip his tongue, earning a warning growl. 

“Careful,” he spoke low against your lips.

“Of what?” you ask, running a hand up his chest. 

“My restraint only goes so far,” Leon said, biting into your neck. 

“I’m not afraid,” you gasp, at the pleasure shooting down your spine from his bite. Fuck, he’s easily the best you’ve been with for a long time. You definitely will have no problem being ready for Leon. 

“Let’s go,” Leon said, between sucking and biting your neck. “Get a hotel.”

“Thought you were hungry,” you teased, hand now gripping his shoulder. 

“For you,” he answered, letting go. Taking out his wallet, he dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table. “That should cover it.”

“I have a place nearby,” you tell him, already grabbing your purse and roses. 

“Did you drive here?” he asked, already standing and holding out his hand for you to take. 

“Took an Uber,” you answer, sliding your hand into his. 

“My car’s out front,” he said, already walking towards the exit. “Just tell me where to go.” 

“Legacy Towers,” you tell him. It wasn’t your main home, that was on the other side of town. This was the place you took your clients when they didn’t want to be out in public. 

“Fancy,” Leon responded, holding the door open for you. 

“I like pretty things,” you smile at him, pulling him in for another scorching kiss. Usually, you let your clients take the lead on the pda, but you just couldn’t keep your hands or lips off this man. 

Leon’s hand found your ass, pressing you so close you could feel his hard cock against your stomach, his other hand gripping your hair, angling your head for the best access to your mouth. Ignoring the scoffs and comments, Leon kissed you like a man starved, like a man taking what he owned, and, fuck, if that didn’t make your pussy drip in your pants. 

Keeping you pressed against him, Leon took something out of his pocket. Handing it to a nearby valet, Leon said, “Bring my car around.” 

Letting out a shaking breath, you pressed your hands to Leon’s chest and looked up at him. “I take it you're a fan of pda.”

“Not usually,” Leon said, kissing your hard on the lips. “Suddenly, I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

“Almost,” you tease, rocking your pussy onto his thigh. “You still need to pay.”

Taking out his phone, Leon pressed several buttons. “There, bought and paid for.”

You felt your phone vibrate in your purse, tucked under your arm, roses lost somewhere on the sidewalk. “Now I belong to you.” 

Growling, Leon took you in another searing kiss that you felt down your spine, through your pussy, and to your toes. If this is how the man kissed, you could not wait for him to bury his cock deep into you. 

It took ten minutes, ten long minutes of traffic jams, red lights, and slow pedestrians, before you signaled to where Leon could park his car. “Remind me to put your car on the register for the tenant parking.” 

Although you could see Leon’s hard cock through his jeans, he still took the time to open your door and help you out of the car. “I will,” he said, pressing you against the car, rocking his cock against your body, earning him a mewing moan. “One day I’m going to fuck you on this car.”

“Okay,” you nod, hand gripping his shoulders, your body never having been this alive before. It felt like every nerve ending and synapse screamed his name. 

“But tonight, I want to take my time,” he spoke low, mouth pressed against your neck. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman? Since I’ve tasted a woman?” Another moan escaped your mouth as he lifted you, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Cock rocking against your pussy, you struggled to maintain any semblance of your usual control, but damn, this man was making it near impossible. “I’m going to bury my face in your pussy, eat for as long as I want. Make you cum until you can’t see straight. Then I’m going to bury my cock in that pretty little throat of yours, watch it expand as you take my cock like a good girl. Lastly, I’m going to fuck that pussy, until you can’t walk. Maybe I’ll make you ride me, maybe I’ll put your legs behind your ears, or maybe I’ll spread you wide. What would you like?”

Those deliciously dirty words spoken directly into your ear, punctuated with his clothed cock rocking into your pussy. “All of it,” you whined at the amount of clothes between your bodies. “I want all of it.”    

Leon took a step back, making you whine at the loss of contact. Setting you back on your feet, careful to keep his hands on you until you were steady on your feet once again, he said, “Then take me to your room.” 

Hands on his chest, you took several steadying deep breaths before smiling up at him. “Follow me.”

“Fancy, welcome back,” your doorman smiled, opening the door as you approached. An older man who’s been working for Legacy Towers for decades, he’s the perfect balance of discreet and distinct. 

“Thank you, Freddy,” you smiled, nodding at the man as you walked past. 

“That’s the second time you’ve been called that,” Leon said, hands sliding over your body as you waited for the elevator to take you to your room.  

“It’s a nickname,” you tell him, running your hands up his chest. “You can use it if you want.”

Leon only shrugged, walking you backwards into the elevator as it dinged open. Pressing the button to your apartment, you slide your hands over Leon’s shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his hard, well-worn muscles flexing under your palms. “One day, you’ll have to let me ride your thigh.”

“Baby, I’ll let you ride any part of me you want,” Leon growled, hands gripping your ass, suddenly lifting you into the air and pressing your back against the elevator wall. “But not tonight.” 

“Okay,” you agreed. Using your position as leverage, you take Leon into your own devouring kiss, forcing him to angle his neck so you may drive your tongue into his mouth. Arms now wrapped around his neck and never breaking the kiss, you bounce slowly, your pussy slowly over Leon’s hard clothes dick. 

Just as the elevator pinged open, Leon growled, spun around, and walked the pair of you into your apartment. Immediately placed on your dining table, you watch Leon tear off his shirt, revealing one of the best bodies you have ever had the pleasure of seeing in real life. Due to your job, you’ve been with all kinds of men: princes, delegates, congressmen, and more. None of them had a body remotely like Leon’s. Running your hands over his pecs, you felt nothing but pure muscle; your fingertips tracing each groove of his eight-pack had your pussy dripping in anticipation of riding this man until, hopefully, both of you came. 

Hand lifting your gaze to meet his, you saw him smirking at you. “Get naked. I want to see what I bought.” 

“Yes, sir,” you smile, watching something dark flick behind his eyes at your submission. Unbuttoning and removing your white shirt, you reveal your thin black lace bra, your nipples hard and on display through the lace. With one hand, you flick the front clasp open, allowing your heavy breasts to pop free. Watching Leon lick his lips, you stand on your table, undo your jeans, and shimmy out of the tight jeans, kicking them somewhere else. 

Now completely naked, you slowly spin around, allowing Leon to look his fill. “What do you think?”

“Fuck,” Leon cursed, looking you up and down. “I’m going to enjoy this year.” 

“Yes, you are,” you agree, sitting down you spreading your legs, allowing your pussy to drip onto your table. “What’s next, sir?” 

Leon took off his own jeans in record time, before dropping to his knees, lips already biting, licking, and sukcing on your inner thighs. “Now I’m going to eat you until my back hurts. Then I might let you sit on my face.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out as he licks the entire length of your pussy before burying his face deep in your folds, his mouth already sucking hard on your clit.

“You are not to hold back your sounds, or exaggerate,” he ordered, his words vibrating your swollen clit. 

“Yes, sir,” you agree, hips bucking towards his mouth. 

“Good girl,” he growled, sucking on your opening, drinking down your juices like a dehydrated man gulping down his first water in days. “Fuck, I missed this,’ he said more to himself than you. 

Hand now buried in Leon’s hair, you throw your head back moaning, the sensation of Leon sucking and biting your clit sending pleasurable shocks up your spine, making your hips rut against his face all on their own. Using his tongue to lick the inside of your pussy, and his nose to massage your clit, you scream in pleasure. “Leon! I’m close…” 

“You may cum whenever you want,” Leon said, licking your swollen clit, eyes meeting yours as he swallowed more of your juices. “For now.” 

Nodding, you couldn’t stop rocking your pussy against his face. You’ve had previous clients “eat” you out before, but never like this. Leon was in a league all to himself, and, damn, if he didn’t ruin everyone else for you. 

Going back to licking your core, and pressing his nose into your clit, you came moments later, your legs shaking and pussy juices covering more of Leon’s face and tongue. Not giving you time to recover from your first orgasm, Leon inserted two of his fingers, curling them until he found your sweet spot, pulling your body into another mind-altering orgasm.  

“Two in quick succession,” Leon said, sucking on your swollen clit, your mind starting to narrow into only Leon and the pleasure he was pulling from your body. “Let’s see if we can make it three.” 

Sucking hard on your clit, and stroking your sweet-pot, you felt another orgasm already threatening to crash through you when you felt Leon bite down on your swollen clit, causing your third orgasm in less than a minute to crash over your entire body. 

“Has anyone else done that for you?” Leon asked, licking and drinking down your juices, face still buried in your pussy, voice vibrating your over-sensitive clit. “Made you cum three times like that?” 

“No,” you answer, shaking your head, whining as your body shakes from the aftershocks cascading through you.

“Don’t lie to me now,” Leon commanded, eyes looking up from between your folds, silently commanding you to meet his gaze. 

“I’m not,” you nod, unable to hold back another moan, “Only you have ever…”

“Good,” Leon licked your pussy once more, before getting to his feet, his large cock so hard it already dripped pre-cum. 

Unable to take your eyes off the red-tipped cock, you licked your lips, imagining how it would feel him shoving that girthy appendage deep into your throat. “May I?” you ask, already falling to your knees. 

“Such a good girl asking.” Leon ran his hand through your hair. “You may.” 

Nuzzling the cock and balls for a moment, you lick him from base to tip. “May I play for a minute?”

Leon nodded, taking a seat on one of your dining chairs, and spread his legs wide. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, using one hand to squeeze his ballsack, testing to see if he likes it. The deep moan from above you gave you all the confirmation you needed. Taking one ball in your mouth, you sucked while squeezing the other. Moving your mouth to the other ballsack, you feel Leon’s cock twitch against your cheek, making you laugh, sending vibrations through Leon’s cock and up his spine. 

“Do that again,” Leon ordered, his hand fisting your hair. 

Humming around the ballsack in your mouth, you squeeze one more time before licking and sucking your way up and down Leon’s cock. Usually, this is how you lubricate a client's dick before you have sex with them, but with how much your pussy dripped onto the floor, you were doing it for pure fun. Licking the pre-cum off the tip, you look up at Leon, his dark eyes finding yours. Sticking out your tongue to show off his own cum, you bring it back into your mouth and swallow. 

“Please, sir, may I have some more?” you ask, taking his tip into your mouth without breaking eye contact. 

“Fuck,” Leon moaned, already starting to thrust into your mouth. 

Placing your hand on his thigh and gripping the bottom of his cock with the other, you suck hard on the tip, coating more of his cum on your tongue. Swallowing around the cock in your mouth, you softly start to hum and take him deeper into your mouth. The more of his cock you took into your mouth, the deeper Leon’s moans got and the harder he gripped your hair. 

“Can I take a picture?” Leon asked, eyes rolling back. “Of you like this?”

Humming around the cock in your mouth, you took a moment to think about it. Your default answer was no, and, honestly, you were leaning that direction. Pulling off Leon’s cock for a moment, you look at the man's legs spread wide, eyes blown with lust, and chest heaving, you decide on a compromise. 

“Only after I get one of you eating me out,” you answer, licking his cock again. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Leon agreed. 

“Shall I continue?” you ask, tilting your head, hand still slowly squeezing him from base to tip over and over. 

“No,” Leon shook his head, gripping your wrist. “If you continue, I’ll end too soon.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” you agree, pulling your hand away and laying your head on his inner thigh. 

“We can talk if you want,” you smile at him, knowing your breath was still hitting his cock. 

“You’re a minx,” Leon smirked down at you. 

“Am I?” you ask, feigning innocence. “Whatever do you mean, sir?” 

Using one hand to cup your chin, Leon slowly lifted you so you stood between his legs, your pussy juices dripping down your thighs. “Tell me, has anyone else gotten you this wet?”

Shaking your head, you smile down at him. “Not for a very, very long time. If ever.” Leon’s cock twitched at your answer, making you giggle. “What if I told you, you are the first that I haven’t had to prep myself for?” you ask, straddling Leon’s hips, his cock pressed between your two bodies, with your pussy juices dripping onto him.  

Hand running up your side, cupping one of your heavy breasts, Leon used two fingers to pinch your nipple, making you whine and rub your dripping pussy against his cock. “I’d say those boys should learn now to properly please a woman. Making you writhe on top of me,” Leon pinched your other nipple, making you cry out in pleasure. “Fuck, it’s the best feeling.”

“Leon,” you whine, your pussy searching for any friction. “Leon…”

“Yes?” you asked slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. 

“I need…” You whimper as your clit finds a moment of friction on his cock. 

“What do you need?” he asked, kissing the top of your breast. 

“Cock,” you finally say, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need your cock.” 

“Then taken it,” Leon said, using one hand to halt your movements and the other to line the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Take a seat, baby.” 

Eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure, you feel your walls stretch to accommodate the large cock you’ve ever had the utter delight of taking into your body. 

“That’s it,” Leon cooed, stroking your cheek, allowing you to settle on his cock. “Take it all into that sweet pussy of yours. Feel it stretch you.” 

“So deep,” you moan, eyes blinking rapidly, mind unable to focus on anything else but the delicious stretch of Leon’s cock going deeper than anyone else. 

“So tight,” Leon gripped your hips now. “Your pussy is squeezing me like a vice. Fuck, feels like nirvana.”

Pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, you groan, feeling him twitch inside you. “All in,” you breathe out. “You’re all in. Feels so good. Oh my god, Leon…” 

Getting to his feet, you gasp, feeling Leon go even deeper into your pussy, if that were possible. Settling you back onto the table, Leon now stood between our open legs cock still buried deep in your pussy. “Tell me when I can move,” Leon said, hand gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. 

“Move,” you nod, chest heaving. “You can move.” 

Pulling his cock out until only the tip remained, he stayed like that until you whined and your hips attempted to impale yourself on his cock. Slamming back into you without warning, you let out a scream, back arching as pure pleasure shot up your spine. Not giving you a moment to catch your breath, Leon set a delectably brutal pace that set off every nerve ending and had your pussy wildly clenching and unclenching around his cock. Lips fusing over yours, Leon ate up every moan and whine, all the while pounding your pussy. Orgasm smashing through your body, you tore your mouth away, screaming his name to the ceiling. Legs now wrapped around his waist, Leon’s cock kept hammering your pussy, the oversensitivity stealing whatever breath you were able to gather. 

“You on birth control?” he asked, hips starting to lose rhythm. 

“Yes,” you gasp, nails digging into his back. Mind registering the question, you gather what little sanity you had left. “No kids, promise.”

“I trust you,” he groaned, slamming into you three more times before cumming deep in your pussy. The five orgasms, the rough treatment, combined with the feeling of his cum deep inside you, has you cumming one more time pussy milking more cum out of Leon’s cock.

You stayed like that, locked together and trying to catch your breath for a couple of minutes. You could feel Leon’s cock soften inside you, his forehead now pressed to yours. 

“Wow,” he finally said, slipping out of you. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, eyes closed, needing to maintain some semblance of emotional distance between you two. Legs dangling over the edge of your table, you lie back, still trying to catch your breath. 

“Give me twenty, maybe thirty minutes,” Leon said, from somewhere around you. 

“You up for round two?” you tease.

September 2026

Leon

Gray clouds gathered in the distance, the wind rustled the trees, and the chill early autumn air cut deeper than it should in this time of year. Although that might have more to do with the reason Leon stood in the graveyard than the actual weather. It’s been twenty-two days since Leon had last held his wife’s hand. It’s been nineteen days since he last heard her voice. If he looked at his watch, he could know down to the minute the last heard Ada speak, the last he felt her warmth, the last he felt any sense of comfort. 

Crouching down, Leon placed his hand, covered in black, bruise-like marks, over the earth that forever took Ada six feet away from him. “I promise I will find and destroy everyone who did this to us.” 

He stayed there watching the grass slowly spread over Ada’s freshly dug grave, wondering if he’ll live long enough to see the headstone he picked out for her. It would come up to his knees in beautiful granite, her name carved across the top with a teddy bear next to it. That was their thing, teddy bears. It started with a keychain back in Spain, and ends with a gravemaker. 

“I love you,” Leon whispered, before rising to his feet. He had a meeting with Sherry, and he didn’t want to be late. 

April 2029

Leon

Leon sat in his empty apartment, a Factor meal rotating in the microwave, and emptiness filling everything else. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a meal with anyone that wasn’t Sherry or Grace. He cared deeply for those girls and felt grateful every day that both were safe and healthy. Smiling at the hand-drawn pictures Emily gave him, he knew they loved him and wanted him around. At the same time, he missed his wife. He missed having a woman around the house and everything they brought. He missed perfume on his sheets. He missed her things taking over his. He missed the brightness she’d inherently bring in this dreary place. 

Not for the first time, Leon thought back to the suggestion from Chris. “If you just want the company of a woman without the commitment, there are ways to get that.”

After that, Chris sends him an invitation to an online high-end escort service. Officially, it was simply a website linking lonely people together. Unofficially, it’s a website for lonely rich people to pay money for company. That didn’t always mean sex, but whatever the two people negotiated. 

“When was the last time I spent a meal with a beautiful woman?” Leon asked himself out loud. “Hell, when was the last time I went out to eat?” 

He didn’t want a relationship. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. He knew no one could replace his late wife, but he wanted to have a meal with a beautiful woman again.

Making up his mind, Leon went to his office, logged in to the website, and began looking at women. Maybe it was too short notice for tonight, but maybe tomorrow? Narrowing his search by gender, age, and desires, he began scrolling through the options. A part of him felt gross for going through women as if it were a meat market, but a bigger part really just wanted company for dinner. About the time he was going to call off the search, a pretty smile caught his eye. Opening her profile, he immediately liked her bio, "Passionate about life, art, and exploring new cities. I enjoy fine dining and stimulating conversation. Looking for a generous, worldly gentleman to share unique experiences and create lasting memories". She was even online.

Taking the plunge, Leon clicked the “Let’s Chat” button. What should he say? What does one say in a situation like this? Something like “Hey, I’m lonely, want to have dinner?” No, that definitely was not it. After a couple of minutes of thinking, Leon finally Googled “best first-time messages for sugar daddies.” Reading what the AI suggested, he went with, "I promise I'm not a bot—just a semi-charming lonely man who actually read your profile. 😉 Available for dinner?” Pressing send, Leon waited for two minutes. Cursing himself, he went to get his frozen dinner when the chime came through his computer. 

“Semi-charming? I’m intrigued and available for dinner. Where did you have in mind?”

“She responded. Oh my god, she responded,” Leon spoke out loud, sitting back in his chair. Where should they go? Should he take her to a fine dining place? Is that too fancy? Does she expect fancy? 

Typing and retyping various responses, Leon finally settled for, “Where would you like to go?”

“How about Mastro's Steakhouse? Say in an hour?” came her reply. 

“Sound good to me, meet you there,” he sent, then realized he never told her his name. “My name is Leon, by the way,” he sent. Then he realized she had no idea what he looked like. Should he send her a picture of himself? Does he have a picture of himself? Grabbing his phone, he took a quick selfie, emailed it to himself, saved it to his computer, then sent it to her. “This is me.” God, looking at the stream of chats, he felt like a twenty-year-old boy again, talking to a girl for the first time. How did he ever make Ada fall in love with him? 

“Nice to meet you, Leon,” she typed, giving her name during the time it took him to send his photograph. “Very handsome,” she responded to the picture. “I will see you in an hour.”

“See you then,” he sent, then just stared at the screen. He just made a date with an escort. Would this be considered a date? Is this a crime? He’s not paying for sex. He’s paying for her time. Deciding to stop overthinking it, Leon left his frozen dinner in the microwave and went to get dressed for his date, not date. 

An hour later, Leon stood outside the restaurant deciding to go with jeans and a basic black polo. Checking his watch, he realized he was ten minutes early. Noticing a flower shop across the street, Leon decided it would only be appropriate to buy this woman roses. He knew this wasn’t a date. He did want it to be a real date. Yet, another part of him decided it was okay to pretend it was a date. He’d buy her flowers, open the doors, pull out her chair, all the things a boyfriend should do. They’d have a pleasant conversation, share a meal, and he’d pay for dinner. If it went well, they could do this again, almost like having a girlfriend without the strings attached. 

He only had to wait another minute before one of the most mesmerizingly beautiful women walked straight towards him. He knew it was her the moment they locked eyes, and hot damn did the blood in his body go straight to his cock. Trying to discreetly adjust himself, he struggled to remember the last time he had this visceral reaction to any woman. Her dark jeans hugged her curves perfectly, showing off a round ass that made his cock twitch in his jeans. Bringing his eyes up towards her breasts covered in a black lacy bra, peaking out from a loose-fitting white button-up shirt, he knew she was way above his league. 

You

 It’s Friday night, and you have no plans for the entire weekend. Your long-term client passed away earlier that week. It was sad to get the news, but not surprising. He was in hospice for the last few months, with heart problems. He was a sweet old man, a retired CEO with a few kids who are now fighting over his massive estate. You never cease to find the whole thing depressing. A rich old gentleman, who lost the love of his life years prior and whose kids never visit, only matters when they want money; it does not matter if Father is alive or dead. They didn’t care about the same five stories he told on rotation. They refused to travel anywhere with him, not wanting to “deal” with all the added help Pop needs nowadays. 

You didn’t mind at all. You listened to all five stories numerous times and laughed like it wasn’t the millionth time you heard it. You traveled around the world with him, making sure he had plenty of time to get on and off planes, cars, or whatever he needed. In return, he paid all your bills, gave you a weekly allowance, and bought you whatever you desired. Usually, that type of client wanted to enjoy your body in return for his “investments” (you were used to that term), but he didn’t. He really only wanted company to do whatever he wanted. 

Now, having lost your top-paying client, you turned back on your profile and waited for the Johns. You got a few creepy hits, you’re a pro at spotting those after a decade of doing this. Then one came through, obviously a copy-paste of Google’s top response to “best openers for a sugar daddy”. 

"I promise I'm not a bot—just a semi-charming lonely man who actually read your profile. 😉 Available for dinner?” 

You knew instantly this was an older gentleman, first time looking into anything like this, and he was nervous as hell. The rest of your brief conversation only further confirmed your suspicions. You even let out a soft chuckle at his attempt at a selfie; him looking down at his phone. You were pleasantly surprised to see he trimmed his nose hairs. After confirming your dinner plans, you turn off your computer and get ready. 

An hour later, down to the minute, you sauntered up to the man in question, and damn if you were not shocked by what you saw. His shirt hugged his body like a second skin, showing you this man worked out a lot. His arms, easily as big as your thighs, strained against his sleeves and across his pecs. Looking him up and down, you could easily imagine yourself riding his thigh and making yourself cum all over him. Mentally shaking those thoughts away and keeping your face a pleasant, nice-to-meet-you neutral, you walked up to the man. 

“Leon?” you ask. 

He asked your name, earning a warmer smile. “Nice to meet you.” 

He held his hand out to shake. Instead, you place on hand on his shoulder, went on your tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for inviting me to dinner. All my plans fell through for this weekend, and I was starting to go a bit stir crazy at home.” 

A light blush covered his cheeks. “Thank you for agreeing to join me.” 

“Are those for me?” you ask, motioning towards the bouquet of red roses. 

“Oh yes,” he nodded, handing you the flowers. “A gentleman never arrives empty-handed on a first date.” 

First date? That rang one of your warning bells. “Leon, you know…”

“I know,” he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Can we pretend we are?”

“You want the girlfriend package?” you ask, needing to know exactly what he wanted out of this relationship. 

You knew what you did for a living. You knew all the words people used to describe you. Girlfriend? That wasn’t new, but it wasn’t exactly common. Most men who wanted the “girlfriend package” just wanted a girlfriend, and almost always ended up leaving in tears when their feelings weren’t reciprocated. You made a pact with yourself years ago to never go down that road again. 

Leon looked around, ensuring no one could overhear your conversation. “I don’t want a real girlfriend. I’ve had the love of my life, and I’m not looking, nor wanting, another. I just miss the company of a woman in my life. I want to take you on dates, buy you things, take you on vacations, and all that, but absolutely no feelings. Don’t expect me to come to weddings, birthdays, or holidays. Unless I invite you to something like that, I am not going. I’ll give you a nickname, and you can call me one, but I will never say ‘I love you’, and if you do fall in love with me, then this,” he motions between the pair of you, “is over. Those are my expectations.” 

You listen to every stipulation Leon says and carefully read his expressions. You needed to determine if he was indeed telling the truth. You say loss at the mention of losing the love of his life, understandable, that stayed for only a moment, replaced with determination and a profound sense of loneliness. In a way, Leon reminded you of your late client. He really only wanted a girlfriend on his terms. 

“And here are mine. If you want the ‘girlfriend package,’ it sounds like you want me to be at your beck and call. Correct?” you ask.

“Correct,” Leon confirmed.

“The price to fill my entire calendar is $200,000 per year plus bills, weekly allowance, travel expenses, and shopping trips. If you have a will, you are not to put me in it. Does that sound agreeable?” you ask. 

Leon looked you up and down before nodding. “Sounds agreeable.”

“Are you expecting more?” you ask, needing to know everything Leon expected.

“Would that be too much?” he asked.

“No,” you shake your head. “If there is more, then I’ll get tested every two weeks to ensure I am clean. I expect the same of you. I did get tested about a week ago. I am clean and have the results on my phone.” 

“I had my yearly physical three weeks ago; they tested me then. I am clean, do I need to get tested again?” he asked.

“Have you had more between then and now?” you ask.

“No, have you?” he asked.

“No,” you answer.

“Is there a price increase for more?” Leon asked. 

“The price goes up to $300,000 per year,” you answer. “Everything else remains the same.”

“I believe we have a deal,” he nodded. 

“If either of us thinks of anything else that needs to be changed, we’ll negotiate then,” you reply with a kind smile.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask for this in writing,” Leon asked.

“I can get you a contract if that will make you feel better,” you reply. “My lawyer is really good at keeping all above the line.” 

“I would like that,” Leon nodded, then looked at the restaurant. “If there’s nothing else to discuss, would you care to join me for dinner?” 

Amber eyes met yours as that newly familiar fated-mate bond pulled you two together. A part of your brain screamed at you to fight this. You needed to get as far away from Leon as quickly as possible. His family is responsible for the deaths of too many good wolves. But as you stare into his eyes, that part of you fades. You no longer want to fight it. You longed to give all to Leon, let him take all of you as his teeth sink into your neck, tying you together forever.  

Leon took two careful steps forward. “Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

A hand grasped your shoulders to pull you back, and Leon let out a deathly snarl at the contact, causing everyone to jump back, except you. Your eyes never dropped from his bright amber ones. Your feet never moved from where you stood. Leon stepped in front of you, close enough for you to inhale his unique scent of leather and citrus. Never have you smelled anything so divine before in your life. 

“You know Shakespeare?” you ask softly.

“Studied it in school,” he answered, reaching to cup your cheek. 

“We can’t do this,” you shake your head, his hand stopping millimeters from your cheek. 

“My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word,” Leon quoted again. 

“If my father finds out, he’ll kill you,” you whisper. “I couldn’t bear that.”

“Surely your father would not step between fate?” Leon asked, finally placing his hand on your cheek. 

Closing your eyes and nuzzling into his hand, you allow a brief moment of peace to fill your soul. “You do not know my father well. He cannot forgive the lives we’ve lost in the war between us.” 

“We long for peace.” Leon stroked your cheek with his thumb. “That is all we’ve ever wanted.”

“Peace? My father doesn’t know the meaning of the word” you whisper. Then the possibility dawns on you. “Perhaps he may listen to fate and me? Give me some time to speak with him. I may be able to convince him.” 

“Truly?” Leon smiled, taking your face between both his hands. 

“I shall try,” you smiled, placing your hands on his waist. 

Placing his lips on yours once more, you felt the entire world fall away. Nothing else existed beyond Leon and you. Lips exploring each other, you both floated alone among the clouds. When you hit the stars, Leon wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss. Noses bumped each other, teeth clicked together, but everything felt divine. You knew with your whole heart this is where you were meant to be. 

“Um, hello?” Ella’s voice cut in. “Maybe we should rethink this whole party thing? How about we go back to my place and watch a movie instead?” 

“I want to show you something,” Leon said to you, ignoring Ella and taking your hand 

“Okay,” you smile, walking towards the nearby river. 

After walking a bit away from the crowd, Leon looked north, further into the forest. “I want to show you something. Are you comfortable shifting?”

“Yeah,” you nod, starting to remove your dress and underwear. Meeting Leon’s amber eyes, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “Don’t want to ruin my dress.” 

“You have the most amazing body,” Leon growled, wrapping his arms around your naked form and biting your neck. Giggling, you tilt your neck, allowing him all the space to lick, bite, and suck until he’s satisfied. After a few minutes, Leon lifted his head. “You are very distracting.”

“Am I?” you ask, looking into his now blue eyes. 

“Yes,” Leon kissed you. “I still want to show you something before the day dawns.” 

“Then we'd better hurry,” you say, taking a step back, so that he could get undressed. 

Now it was your turn to stare, as Leon took off his clothes. Taking off his shirt, Leon reveals one of, if not the best, bodies you have ever seen. His chest and abs appeared carved from granite. As he removed his pants, you suddenly had a vision of riding his thigh until you came all over him. Shaking your head, you forced your eyes anywhere but on him. Where did that thought come from? That’s not like you. 

“You can look as much as you want,” Leon chuckled, grasping your chin to take back your gaze. “I am all yours.” 

“All mine?” you breathe out. 

“All yours,” Leon confirmed, stroking your chin. 

Shaking your head again, you look in the direction Leon did minutes ago. “You said you wanted to show me something.” 

“Yes, here, wrap your clothes in my shirt, so they don’t get dirty out here,” Leon said, carefully folding your clothing within his. You also noted that it would coat your clothing in his scent. “Follow me,” Leon said, shifting into a large black wolf. 

Easily shifting into your pure white wolf, you begin running after Leon through the forest, past trees, rocks, animals, and more. Roughly ten minutes of running later, you step into a grove full of tall trees, the fireflies mimicking the glow of lanterns along the edges of the lake. The full moon bathed the whole area in soft light, while a tall waterfall filled the lake with precious mountain water. Your senses told you no living thing was around for miles. 

“Leon, this is beautiful,” you say, shifting back into your human form. “Where did you find it?” 

“I found it a while ago, it’s the place I come to be alone. To my knowledge, no one knows about it but me,” he answered. 

“Why’d you show me then?” you ask, pulling your gaze away from the lake to meet his. 

“You’re my mate,” he said as if it explained everything. “I want to share everything with you.” 

“I  promise, I won’t tell anyone about it,” you smile, turning back to the waterfall. Allowing the sounds of the forest to fill your ears, you smile wider as Leon wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing your neck. Lifting his head, Leon took your hand, pulling you towards the lake. “Come on.”

Giggling, you two ran into the lake. Leon turned, wrapped his arms around your waist, before jumping into the deep end with you in his arms. Coming up for air, feel Leon run his hand up your side, pulling you flush against him and pressing his lips to yours. While treading water, you wrapped your arms around Leon’s neck, opening your mouth so you could explore each other. It felt new. It felt exciting. Leon felt right. She’s read the tales of finding one’s fated mate. The instant connection, the fated bond tying you two together, and the divine pull to each other. It’s terrifying, and you're wildly unsure, yet unwaveringly certain that this man was your mate. 

“I have never craved another as much as I crave you,” Leon growled against your lips. 

“I feel the same,” you admit, moaning breathily as he kisses along your jaw. 

“I want to mate you tonight,” Leon said, lifting his mouth off your skin. “Here, under the full moon.”

“Here? Now?” you ask, feeling as if ice water got dumped over your heart. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, your father would not accept your mating with Leon. Your father would not bless your mating with Leon. You promised to try, and try you will, but deep in your soul, you worried it was a losing fight. Looking into Leon’s blue eyes, his strong arms holding you so close, and, god, you wanted it too. “I don’t know if it’s a smart idea. Our fathers… the war…”

“None of us want this war,” Leon explained. “Don’t you see? The younger generations don’t fight each other. We meet here, in the forest. We became friends. Even on the battlefield, we don’t fight each other. We want the war to end, and this,” he squeezed your hips. “You and I could end it. Together.”

“What if it makes it worse?” you ask, biting your lip. 

“What if it makes it better?” Leon countered. 

“Leon,” you start, letting out a long breath. “This could get really complicated.”

“I don’t care how complicated this gets, I still want you,” Leon said. “Even if it means leaving all this behind and only having you.”

“You would do that?” you ask.

“In a moment,” Leon confirmed. 

“I want to mate with you, too,” you tell him. “I’m just worried about all the ways this can end poorly.”

Moving a strand of hair off your face, Leon said, “I am too, but I can’t look past all the ways it can end happily.”

“Let’s wait,” you finally decide. “I’m not saying no. I just need some time to think about it. A lot can go right or wrong here.”

“It can,” Leon agreed. “I just don’t want to watch you walk away from me.”

You look at the moon, still sitting high in the sky. “We have hours before I have to do that.”

“Well then,” Leon grinned, taking you in another kiss. 

Hours later, you and Leon walk back towards the rest of the group, now smaller and drunker. The closer you get, the more the pit in your stomach grows. Soon you’ll have to say goodbye to Leon, with no plans on when to see him again. 

“There you are,” Ella declared, running up. “I have been waiting hours.”

“Leon wanted to show me something,” you tell her. 

“Tell me you didn’t mate with him,” she begged. “Please.”

“Not yet,” you confirm, earning a short, relieved breath from your best friend. “Would it have been that bad?”

“It could be,” Ella answered, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “I just…I want you to be smart about it.”

“I know,” you look at Leon. “We talked about it and decided to wait for a time.”

“She’s still my mate,” Leon said, kissing your hand. “I want no one else.”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, Romeo. Look, it’s late, we have to get back home.” 

“I know,” you agree, turning to Leon. “I have to go now.”

Pulling you into his arms, Leon kissed you hard, claiming you in every way possible in that moment. “Call me.”

“I will,” you kissed him once more, before forcing yourself to step away from him, and towards Ella’s car. The door opens, and you look back at Leon. The pain covering his face mirrored the same pain you felt deep in your chest. It felt like you’re leaving a part of your soul behind; in a way, you were. One more wave, and you get inside Ella’s car. 

After you could no longer see Leon, you sat back in the front seat. “God, leaving him felt like pulling my heart out of my chest,” you say, rubbing where the hurt felt deepest. 

“You really are fated to him,” Ella said, shaking her head. “Girl, this could be bad.”

“I know,” you admitted. “I didn’t plan it. I didn’t ask for it. It just happened. Surely my father will understand that.”

“Whatever you say,” Ella drawled. “I do know this. If you don’t want to cause another battle, then you need to shower as soon as we get back to my place.”

“Why?” you ask.

“His smell is all over you. Your father will know the moment you step into his house that you have been flirting with the enemy, so to speak,” Ella said.

“Oh yeah,” you agree, smelling your dress. Leon’s citrus and leather scent filled your head, wringing a soft moan out of you. 

“Calm yourself, girlie. Don’t need you cumming all over my seats,” Ella teased.

Baby’s POV

Casually leaning against the counter, Baby slowly sipped his coffee as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Inside, he was torn. Should he tear her apart for making his beloved cry? Or should he let her live? Knowing whether he did hurt her would upset you, stopped any further action on his part. 

Bet I could convince Mystery to give her nightmares, he thought, smirking behind his coffee mug. 

“What has you smirking?” Amelia demanded, pouring coffee into her travel mug. 

“Considering what I should do with you, after you made Angel cry,” Baby answered, feeling no need to lie.

“I made her cry?” Amelia asked, astounded. “I am not the one going out of my way to kiss her, take her on dates, or give her flowers. I’m not looking to hurt her. I’m actually looking out for her.”

“Why shouldn’t we go out of our way for her?” Baby asked, still casually sipping his coffee. 

“So, it’s not normal for five guys to ‘date’ one person at the same time,” Amelia stood her ground. “The only way it makes sense is if she was a bet. Who beds her first wins.”

“Again, I come to the question, why did you not just call?” Baby asked. “If you were so concerned about your friend? Why ruin her night? Why make her cry?”

“I didn’t make her cry. I was looking out for her,” Amelia insisted. 

“Do you make it a habit to jump to conclusions instead of seeking out facts?” Baby asked, seeing her grow frustrated with him. Good, he inwardly smirked.

“No,” she shook her head. “Again, I was looking out for her.” 

“Let me give you a hint, Amelia. Looking out for a friend involves gathering all the facts, then giving advice,” he said, going to wash his empty coffee mug. “You missed a crucial step there.”

“I am not the bad guy here,” Amelia half-yelled.

“When did I say you were?” Baby asked, casually drying his mug before putting it away. 

“You’re insinuating it,” she pointed furiously at him. 

“See, you’re doing it again,” Baby smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“What?” she demanded, hands slapping her sides. 

“Jumping to conclusions,” Baby repeated, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Okay, so what are your intentions with my best friend?” Amelia demanded, breathing hard and hands on her hips. 

Forcing himself not to gloat over the ease it took to piss Amelia off so nicely, Baby answered. “I won’t speak for everyone. It’s your job to ask them. But I want to get to know her. I want to take her on dates. I want to take care of her. Is that so horrible?”

“You …” she stabbed her finger towards him, before stomping towards the door. “I’m going to be late for work.”

“I can take you,” Baby offered, knowing her response would be a door slam. Laughing, Baby loves messing with humans and their petty emotions; it’s always so easy to work them up. 

Your POV

Ten minutes later, you walk out of your bedroom, hair in a ponytail and ready for work. Looking around, you notice Amelia is gone. “Where’d Amelia go?”

“She decided to take the bus,” Baby answered, taking your bags for her. 

“Did you offer to drive her?” You ask, handing your things over without realizing it. 

“Yeah, and she just walked out,” Baby said, opening the front door. 

“Why do I have the feeling there’s more to this story?” You playfully narrow your eyes at the mint-haired boy.

Kissing your cheek, he chuckles. “You’re adorable, Angel.” 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question,” you say, taking his hand in yours. 

“What can I say? After we talked, she didn’t feel like driving with me,” Baby shrugged. “She seems a hit high strung that one.”

“I mean, you’re not wrong,” you realize. You loved your best friend, but she can be a bit much sometimes, and easily worked herself up into many emotions. “Still, I want you to get along.”

“For you, I will try,” Baby consented. 

“Thank you,” you smile, kissing his cheek. 

After a long day at work, you were looking forward to taking off your shoes and calling one of your boys. ‘One of your boys’, now that’s a phrase you never thought you’d say in your life. When Baby first dropped you off, and you were left alone with your thoughts, you started to doubt everything. Did you trust, Baby? Yes. Did you believe, Baby? Yes. Was all this too good to be true? Also, yes. About when your anxiety was reaching a fever pitch, the texts started coming in. 

“Good morning, Princess. Baby told us what happened. We want you to know he was right. You were never a bet to any of us. Hope you have a wonderful day. Xoxo.” - Jinu 

“Hey there, Gorgeous! It’s driving me crazy to have to wait until Tuesday to see you. You should come over, and I can show you my gym setup. You’ll love it!” - Abby

“Hello, Sweetheart 😍 Hope your day is as amazing as you are!” - Romance

“Things I want right now: 1. You 2. I forget. Oh ya, you.” - Baby

“Any plans tonight? I was hoping to take you out on a late-night picnic.” - Mystery. 

Giggling after each one, you make sure to text each one back. 

“Seeing your name on my phone is the best feeling. Have an awesome day! Xoxo” - to Jinu

“Hey Studly, can’t wait for Tuesday either. Maybe we can do a movie night this weekend sometime?” - to Abby.

“I smile whenever I get a message from you 😊” - to Romance

“I like you a lot. Like, a lot a lot.” - to Baby

“Free as a bird. I get off at eight. ” to Mystery

After making plans with Mystery, you focus on your job so as not to cause grief to your boss anymore. After clocking out, you run a quick brush through your hair and touch up your makeup, ensuring you don’t smell, and you make your way out of the restaurant. A sleek black Porsche was parked in a spot right in front, with Mystery casually leaning against it, holding at least two dozen red-orange azaleas. 

“For you, Starshine,” Mystery held out the flowers.

“These are beautiful, thank you,” you gush. “I love them.”

“Jinu may have told us your favorite flower,” Mystery admitted, opening your car door.

“Oh, I just assume at this point, you all share details,” you playfully tease, taking your seat. 

Mystery only smiled and shrugged, closing your door. Inhaling the sweet yet spicy notes of your azaleas, you could not stop smiling. Two boys have gotten your flowers. Two of your boys have gotten flowers. Something tells you your apartment might soon be filled with a variety of azaleas. 

As Mystery slides into the front seat, you turn to him. “Where are we going on our picnic?” 

“Naksan Park,” Mystery answers, taking your hand in his. “The stars go on forever there.”

“Sounds wonderful,” you admit. 

You find that with Mystery, you don’t need to fill the silence; it’s comfortable, easy. Almost like you’ve known each other for years. Looking at the lavender-haired boy, you realize his hair is pulled back, and you can see his soft amethyst eyes. 

“You have purple eyes,” you say, realizing something important about this man. “You don’t like to show your face to the world.” 

Shaking his head, Mystery confirmed your thought. 

“Thank you for showing me,” you say, squeezing his hand. 

“I want you to see all of me,” he said, softly kissing your hand. 

Blushing, you bury your face in your flowers, trying to hide your reaction to something so simple. Still, you knew seeing all of Mystery’s face meant a lot. 

A few minutes later, Mystery parked the car. “I’ve always wanted to come here, especially at night.”

“Never been here?” Mystery asked, turning off the car.

“Haven’t made the time,” you shake your head. 

Smiling softly, Mystery steps out of the car before walking around to open your door. “M’Lady.”

Taking his offered hand, you carefully leave your flowers on the seat. “Thank you.” 

After taking out a picnic basket, along with two blankets, you walk with Mystery along the wall, eyes perpetually glancing up at the blinking stars. Once settled onto a spot on the grass, you two sit close together.    

“So what are we having?” you ask, as Mystery opens the basket. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got more commonly liked foods,” Mystery said, taking out some Kimbap, Yubu Chobap, Mandu, seasoned vegetables, and fruits. 

“This all looks amazing,” you say, already taking a bit of Kimbap. “And delicious,” you add, holding your hand in front of your full mouth. 

Smiling, Mystery ensures all the food is in reach before settling next to you, and taking a bit for himself. Again, the easy, comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you ate dinner. On a first date, you’re usually constantly asking questions, trying to fill any silence. With him? It’s completely different. You didn’t need or want to fill all the silences. That feeling that you’ve known him for years settled over you, and, craziest part, it didn’t scare you. 

Unable to stop a shiver on the cold night, Mystery grabbed the extra blanket he brought. Settling behind you, he tucked the blanket around the pair of you before wrapping his arms around you. Leaning back against the man, you watch the stars shine above you. Warmth now settled back in your bones, you wanted to know more about this man. 

“What takes your breath away?” you ask, softly

“Moments like this,” Mystery whispers, as if speaking loudly would scare the stars away. 

“How so?” you ask. 

“Moments when the world is quiet, and I have the company of a beautiful woman,” Mystery answers, kissing your temple. “When do you feel most free?” 

“Most free?” You repeat, taking a moment to think. “When I’ve lost myself in my violin. The world fades away, and it’s just me and the music. But this?” You twist a little to look him in the eyes. “This is really close second.” 

One hand cupping your cheek, you let out a soft hum as his lips press to yours. The kiss felt like every part of you that came from the stars is alive again. Hand on the back of his neck, you open your mouth, allowing the two of you to explore each other for the first time. The longer you kissed, the stronger the feeling of flying in space consumed the pair of you. When you pulled back, you found yourself on your back, Mystery lying half on you, and both of you firmly on the ground. 

“Wow,” you whisper, smiling up at him. 

“You are ya ruh al-ruh,” Mystery whispered, stroking your side. 

“What does that mean?” you ask, not recognizing the language. 

“Ya ruh al-ruh is an Arabic phrase that means ‘soul of my soul,” Mystery answers. 

Twenty Weeks Pregnant

Sitting with Alena on the couch, you browsed bridal magazines. She’s finally started the process of moving back, so this visit is mainly dedicated to house hunting. That doesn’t mean you two can’t take some time to do some wedding dress shopping. Apparently, getting a wedding dress involves nearly a year. You weren’t sure if you wanted to wait that long to marry Leon. 

“What about a ball gown?” Alena suggested, pointing to an elaborate beaded dress. 

“Eh,” you shake your head. “I’m not really a ball gown kind of girl. Plus, I think that dress is wider than I am tall.”

Chuckling, Alena said, “Alright, what kind of dress do you see yourself in?”

“I want to show off my bump,” you smile, running your hand over your growing baby bump. 

“Remember, it takes about a year to order the dress, so you won’t be pregnant during the wedding,” Alena pointed out.

“I don’t want to wait that long to get married,” you admit. “Surely there are some dresses that don’t take that long.”

“First thing you want to do is set a date,” Alena said. “That will give us a better idea of what dresses are available.”

“Setting a date hasn’t come up,” you admit. “We’re both just excited to be married.  Alena, I want to be married when I have my baby.” 

“Alright, we can make this work. When we get to the salon, we’ll just look at the dresses we can get today. The selection will be limited, but we’ll find something you love.”

“Maybe we should just forget about the wedding dress,” you say with a shrug. 

“No,” Alena declared. “That’s half the fun of a wedding, the dress.”

“But I don’t care about the wedding,” you point out. “I want to get to the marriage part. We’ve been looking at houses. There’s this beautiful one with five rooms, an at-home gym, and a locked gate, so only those with a key can get in.”

“That’s great,” Alena admitted. “Thinking about the future is awesome, and I know you’ve never given much thought to your wedding. I still want you to consider a wedding dress.”

“We have talked about just going to the courthouse to get married,” you tell Alena, who tries hard not to look offended. “That way I can wear a simpler dress.”

“How about we keep our appointment with the bridal salon today, and if we don’t find anything, we’ll explore other options?” Alena suggested. 

“Okay,” you concede, knowing your friend was far more excited for your wedding than you or Leon. He wanted whatever you wanted, and you just wanted to take his name.  

“Great,” Alena beamed. “Now, what about this? A mermaid cut, tight on top and flares at the knees.”

“Oh, I like that,” you agree. “But nothing too beaded and whatnot. Oh, I saw this one dress at your last dress fitting. It had strings of pearls on the front of it. I liked that one.”

“I think I remember that one,” Alena nodded, checking the time. “Oh, we should get going. We don’t want to be late to the bridal salon.”

“Oh, right,” you say, grabbing your purse and travel snacks. Finding your fiancé, typing away on his computer in his office, you smile.  “Leon, babe, we’re headed to the bridal salon.”

Looking up, he pushed back from the desk, allowing you to sit in his lap. Placing a hand on your baby bump, Leon kissed your cheek. “Have all your snacks?” 

“Yes,” you nod. “We should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Alright, have fun,” he said. “Call if you need anything.”

“Always,” you kiss him before getting off his lap. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said, turning back to his computer. 

“Love you, Dad,” Alena called teasingly.

“Love you too, Daughter,” Leon smiled, teasing back. 

Walking into the salon, you were met with a sea of wedding dresses. A few displayed on mannequins that you swore had more diamonds embedded in lace than in an entire Tiffany’s display. 

“This place is high-end fancy,” you whisper to Alena.

“It’s the best place in town,” she explained. “If anyone has your dream dress, it’s going to be here.” 

“I don’t have a dream dress,” you whisper back, as a kind older woman walks up. 

 “Hello, welcome, which one of you is the bride?” she asked, with a wide smile that never faltered.

“That would be me,” you hold up your hand. 

“Great, I’m Miranda, and I’ll be your consultant today,” she said. “Is it just the two of you today?”

“Yes,” you nod. “This is my maid of honor.” 

“Great, if you’ll follow me, we can get started,” she said, waving you towards the dresses and couches. 

“Remember, if we’re getting anything, it’s going to be simple and available sooner rather than later,” you remind Alena. 

“I know, I know,” she whispered back. 

You loved clothes. You loved getting all fancy and going to dinner, but your version of fancy meant a tighter dress that showed off your curves and highlighted your breasts. It’s not a heavily beaded white ball gown. 

Ten minutes later, you find yourself wearing an empire-waisted gown complete with long sleeves; all of it covered in lace. Miranda had nothing but wonderful things to say, but you hated it. You may not have envisioned your dream wedding dress, but you’re certain it did not come with long sleeves or make you feel more like a fat cow than a beautiful pregnant bride. 

“I hate it,” Alena agreed. “We don’t want a high-waisted, long-sleeved, lacy gown. We want a tight, possibly corset top mermaid dress.”

“That will only put the belly on display,” Miranda pointed out.

“And that’s a problem?” Alena demanded. 

“Most pregnant brides are looking to hide their bumps,” Miranda tried to explain.

“Well, I’m not most brides,” you say. “I would like a tight mermaid dress, sweetheart neckline.”

“And you’d like to get it today?” She clarified.

“If possible, yes,” you nod.

“Let’s see what we can find,” Miranda smiled, going to look at more dresses. 

“Alena, I don’t have a good feeling about this,” you say when Miranda leaves. “She’s only wanting to hide my baby like she’s ashamed I’m pregnant out of wedlock. Let’s just go.”

“Let’s give her one more chance, and if she still hasn’t listened, we’ll go,” Alena conceded. “But you’re right, she seems to be a bit on the old-fashioned side of things.” 

“If she comes back with something gaudy, I am leaving,” you say. 

It took Miranda five whole minutes before she rounded the corner with more dresses in hand. “I have found some options that, if they fit, should be ready today.”

A simple sleeveless ivory mermaid caught your attention. It even had a sweetheart neckline. “I want to try that one,” you point at the dress. 

“Great choice,” Miranda smiled, taking the dress out of the bag. 

“I’ll wait outside,” Alena said, closing the dressing room door. Your best friend never ceased to make you laugh. She was more excited about the reveal than you were.

Stepping into the dress, it took your breath away, and it zipped up perfectly. Half twirling in front of the dressing room mirror, for the first time, you felt like a bride. Hand sliding down your baby bump, you grinned at the tight fit. 

“You look stunning,” Miranda gushed. “Want to show your friend?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, walking out of the dressing room.

“Oh my god,” Alena gasped. “You look gorgeous.” 

“Right!” You declare as you step onto the pedestal, watching yourself in the three mirrors. “And it fits me perfectly.”

“It’s like it’s meant to be,” Alena stood behind you. 

“Hold on,” Miranda smiled, walking up with a pearl-studded wedding veil and matching pearl jewelry. 

Putting them on, you turn back to your reflection. “Oh my god,” you whisper. You looked and felt like a bride. All of it was the perfect amount of bling and cleavage for you. 

“Oh my god, you look like a bride,” Alena wiped away a tear. “Dad is going to love it.”

“Is this your dress?” Miranda asked. 

“Yes,” you sniffle, twirling in front of the mirror. “Alena, we found it.”

“We did,” she beamed, hugging you. “Although I’m pretty sure this means your wedding needs to happen sooner rather than later.” 

“Yeah,” you agree, knowing how quickly your belly can grow overnight. “Leon won’t care. If need we’ll fly to Vegas tomorrow and get married there.” 

“You know, I see him really liking that idea,” Alena conceded.

“Me too,” you agree. 

Back at the house, you bounce into Leon’s office, where he’s still working. “Babe! Guess what?”

“You found a dress,” Leon guessed, as you slid onto his lap, his hand immediately palming your baby belly. 

“I did, and it fits me perfectly!” You gush.

“That’s great, baby,” Leon said, kissing your cheek. “Can’t wait to see it.”

“Well, you may not have to wait long,” Alena sing-songed, taking a seat across the desk.

“What does that mean?” Leon asked.

“It means that in like two weeks the perfect dress…”

“Which we already bought by the way,” Alena cut in. 

“May not fit anymore, so I was thinking, if you can get off work, let’s fly to Vegas and get married there. Before you say anything, just think about how perfect it would be. We met and fell in love in Vegas, plus neither of us really cares about the whole wedding thing,” you say quickly. “What do you think?”

“Can I talk now?” Leon teased.

“Yes,” you playfully pinch him. 

“I love the idea,” Leon said, looking at you. “I care about a big wedding as much as you do, love. I say we call the few people on our list and fly to Vegas. Wait, can you fly?” 

“Yes,” you nod. “According to the book, I am safe to fly up until the third trimester.”

“Still, I’d feel better if we checked with the doctor,” Leon said, stroking your belly. 

“Alright, you get the time off, and I’ll phone the doctor,” you smile, kissing him. 

Three days later, you stood behind some shrubs, wearing your dream wedding dress, and waiting for the music to play, so your dad could walk you down the aisle to the love of your life. 

“Why am I nervous?” you ask, holding a simple bouquet Alena put together for you from flowers at a grocery store. 

“It’s your wedding day,” Chris smiled. “Pretty sure it’s a requirement.” 

“Thanks for doing this,” you smile up at your dad. “I mean, having you walk me down the aisle was the only thing I ever dreamed about as a kid.”

Kissing you on the cheek, Chris said. “It’s an honor to do it.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you whisper, as the music starts to play. 

“Here we go,” Chris held his arm out for you to take. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you grin, taking his arm. 

It wasn’t a long walk, but when you turned the corner seeing Leon standing there in his perfectly tailored tux, complete with cufflinks, you felt as if your heart could burst. Never taking your eyes off each other, you watched as one of the toughest men you knew pressed his hand over his heart and shed three tears. Not bothering to stop your grin, you also felt a tear fall at the speciality of the moment. In the first thirty years of your life, you never dreamed of this moment. Now walking towards the love of your life, it was everything you never imagined. 

Now at the front, you hear the officiant ask, “Who gives this woman to this man?”

Now it was Chris’s turn to shed a tear. “I do.” With a kiss to you cheek, he places your hand in Leon’s and takes his place standing next to Leon. 

Lifting your veil, Leon wore the biggest smile you have ever seen. “You are beautiful.”

Blushing, you never take your eyes off each other as the officiant gives his opening remarks and welcomes the six of you to the ceremony. “Do you have rings?”

“Yes,” Leon said, taking the one for you from Chris. Sliding a simple wedding band onto your finger, Leon gives his vows. “Love, I remember the first moment I saw you. I swear time stood still. That night, my heart was so cold that it came with frost, yet one laugh from you, and it immediately started to thaw. Before you, I gave up on love or the dream of starting a family. Now, because of you, all of my dreams are coming true. I never thought I would need someone as much as I need you, and I can say with certainty that my life would be empty without you. I love you, baby.”

Never taking your eyes off Leon, you didn’t see both Alena and Claire wiping tears from their eyes. 

Taking his ring from Alena, you slide it onto his finger. “Leon, before you, I never had a soft place to fall, and I had to be strong to save myself. I look back, and I was drowning. Now, because of you, dreams I didn’t know I had are coming true. You are my shelter from every storm. With you, I have a soft place to land, someone who can be strong when I am weak, and someone who will always choose me. We have been through quite a lot to get here today, but I wouldn’t change one thing. It all brought me to you, and you are the best thing to have ever happened to me. I love you, Leon Kennedy, and I hope to have many decades ahead of us together. 

Exchanging the customary “I dos,” the officiant smiled and said, “By the authority vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Leon wasted no time, taking you in his arms, dipping you low, and taking your lips in a quick, hungry kiss, while everyone cheered.

“May I present, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy,” Alena announced to another round of applause, and a kiss from Leon.   

“I love you, Mrs. Kennedy,” He whispered, straightening you. 

“I love you too, Mr. Kennedy,” you whisper back.