Now, Leon was a different story. He's hated you since day one. Short, blunt replies and no smiles. Yet, the horses at his stable adored you, and you assume that's why he keeps letting you visit. You've always been curious about the man. He's devastatingly handsome even if you got a feeling he's nearly twice your age.

You've noticed how kind and patient he is with his employees. Farm hands, veterinarians, and anyone else he happened to have under his wing. He makes plenty of dad jokes. Though, there's no wedding band, and everyone you've talked to says he's a loner. Long story short, you're extremely interested in the man.

The sun is setting, and the horses are all in their stalls, but that stupid girl is still here. Leon tried to talk his friend, Chris, into politely kicking you out. In which he replied, "I'm off the clock. It's your problem now." He's sick of it being his problem.

That damn girl has been a problem since day one. Gorgeous, bright, and intriguing. But young. Too fucking young. He'd rather lie to himself and everyone around, acting like he hates your guts.

His heavy, work boots kick up dust as he stomps into the stable. His eyes find you, a moth to the flame. You're so breathtaking. Golden light falling on you and offering an angelic glow. An innocent smile on your face as you talk lowly to a black mare. Your feminine hands brush over the horse's nose before hugging its big head to your chest.

He forgets to say anything, completely mesmerized. That is until you say your goodbyes to Storm and turn to him. Your smile should evaporate at the sight of him, but it just widens. "Hey, Leon." You wave at him, and he scowls in answer.

"What are you still doing here? Get out." He points his thumb behind him and towards the exit.

"Why are you so mean?" You pout, the smile now fading. "I was just leaving."

"Good." Leon grins with satisfaction and crosses his beefy arms. He notices the way your eyes flick down and follow along the defined veins.

A huff leaves you and your arms cross in front of you to mimic him. Now, his eyes are drifting down, but for different reasons. They find your breasts, and his dick comes to life. They're so perfect and highlighted by your arms.

"Why do you hate me?" She snaps. The young thing says it like he should be frightened. But he's just turned on. Ain't that pathetic. It's just some attitude and narrowed eyes. Oh, but your scrunched up nose is so cute.

"Hate you?" His footsteps are harsh and kill the space between you. Your bodies brush, but you don't step back. Though he notices you lean away from his broad frame. "Why would I hate you? Have you done anything to deserve it? Have you mocked me? Tripped my employees? Drugged my horses?" He quirks his eyebrow up, having fun messing with you.

"Drugged your horses?!" You gasp, a shocked expression taking over your pretty features. "How could you say that? I love Storm, Daisy, Mr. Lucky and all the other horses. Hell, I knew most of them before you even came on the scene."

Now, you're fired up. Poking at his chest and shooting daggers at him. More insults and accusations fall from your lips. The noise becomes irrelevant, like it's coming from underwater. No, he's set on your lips. So lively, so unique, and such an enchanting color.

He wants to pull the bottom one between his teeth before sliding his tongue inside. He wants to suck on your top lip and hear you whine. If only he could kiss you until there's saliva strung between your mouths.

Leon wishes he didn't know you were single. He wishes you were married and carrying some other guy's little toddler. If you were dating some idiot he could let you go. But somehow. Someway, no one had claimed you, and he loathes it. Because his foolish, senior brain believes that means he has a chance.

"Are you even listening to me?" You pat his prickly cheek and wave your hand in front of his face. He frowns and grabs your hand.

"No, I'm not listening." He growls, "get out of my stable."

You yank your hand from him and give him a death glare. It's exactly what he wants. Yes, hate me enough to never come back. Then, I can forget you. Live out the rest of my life, not craving a woman that I can't have.

Leon's ashamed doesn't matter that he tried everything he could to avoid this. A cold shower and watching the most boring things on his tv. But you kept coming back to his mind. And no, he couldn't paint you in a bad light. Couldn't come up with a single thing that disgusted or angered him.

No, everything just made him hard. He should be asleep. There's an alarm on his nightstand blinking 2 a.m. in accusing red. But his hands are itching. "Come on, Leon. Don't do it." He whispers in the emptiness of his bedroom. Yet, his hands are sliding down, and his breathing deepens.

Boxer briefs are slid down to mid-thigh. His large hand wraps around his semi-hard member, and it doesn't take long to get it to full mast. He grunts as images of you spring up and along with it snippets of your voice.

The fire in your eyes and the bite to your words. The friendliness you bestowed upon his employees. The gentleness his horses received from you.

He groans louder, head falling back against the headboard. Precum glistens on his tip, and he quickly spreads it over the pulsing veins of his dick. His hands quicken, and you play like a film reel in his mind.

It's too much. His groans building. The slick noises and frenzied jerks of his hands. All he can think of is you. Every small detail of your body and how magnificent it is.

Leon comes with your name on his lips. He chants it, falling apart while imagining you there with him. Your cries of bliss and your tired, shimmering smile underneath him.

It's not the first time he's touched himself to thoughts of you, and to his disappointment, it won't be the last.

You stayed away for a few weeks. He was . . .okay. Leon thought he'd forget you given enough time. Yet between brushing down horses and fixing fences, he'd catch himself looking for you. He was not with it, and Chris was starting to get worried. The muscular brunette was practically begging him to take a vacation.

Leon doesn't do vacations. This is his ranch. His peace. His work. His home. A young woman with delectable curves and a pure heart was not gonna be his undoing.

You didn't wanna come back. Leon's a miserable, old fart and you were upset with him. But a phone call from Chris changed everything. He told you Storm, that magnificent mare, had become sick. The vet on hand didn't know if she'd make it as old as she is. So, you jumped in your car and rushed over.

Your wheels crunch over gravel, and your car door slams before you're racing to the stables. No longer can you hold back your tears when Storm comes into view. She's lying on her side and hooked up to some drip. She makes a horrible wheezing noise, and sweat covers her tar black coat.

"Hey, pretty girl." You muttered softly, attempting a smile. Tears drip down your cheeks. You don't know how long you sit there in the hay, speaking to her and petting her. Footsteps and voices force you to wipe your tears and clear your throat.

That deep, smooth voice belongs to Leon, and the other you assume is the vet. One stays and one goes. You keep your eyes glued to Storm and her alone.

Leon sighs, exhausted and forlorn. "Chris tell you?" You nod in response, and the latch to the stall clicks open. Then, you feel him standing over you. His scent washes over you, masculine and laced with leather. He drops to Storm's other side, across from you.

She gives a weak yet welcoming sound. His large, calloused hands carefully ease her head onto his lap. "It's alright, girl. You're alright." You whimper, tears flooding over once again. Something in his smooth, deep voice tells you she won't make it. Even worse, it sounds like he's said goodbye before, like death is an old friend.

You curl in on yourself, holding your head in your hands. Logically, this is stupid. Crying in front of a man who hates you, crying in general, and not being stronger. Storm was getting old, and you knew that. You just didn't want to face it.

But it hurt so bad. All those memories overcoming you. You remember Storm being around when you were just a little girl, watching her from afar and bringing her snacks as you got older. Mr. Hammond always encouraged your love for the horses.

A warm weight settles on your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna talk to her? I'll step outside." You lift your head to find Leon. A kindness in his eyes and a smile forming on his handsome face.

A shaky breath leaves your lips, and you nod. His hand pats your shoulder, and a sense of calm comes over you.

He leaves you to say your goodbye.

Then, you and Leon stay with her until her final breath. The whole night is spent together, learning about one another and reminiscing about moments with the black mare. He forgets that he hates you. You forget why you were angry with him. There's a shared respect for one another, bonding during one of the darkest moments of your life.

Months pass, and healing has its way. You come over more, and Leon doesn't treat you with cold cruelty. He's welcoming, warm, and soft with you. You fall hopelessly in love. No longer experiencing just curiosity or attraction. It's so much more.

"God, it's so peaceful out here." You exclaim, stretching out in the rocking chair. Leon's next to you in his own chair, rocking at a leisurely pace. He holds a beer bottle in one hand, looking way too hypnotizing.

His warm chuckle reaches your ears, "Yeah?"

"Yep. It's almost better than my farm." You reply, a little playful and winking at the older man.

"Pfftt. That itty bitty teenie tinnie thing you call a farm?" Leon snorts, returning the friendly teasing.

"Uh!" You lean forward and face him. "It's a beautiful farm, and at least I don't need fifty million people to help me run it."

"I don't have fifty million people employed." He tilts his head to you and points his beer bottle to you before taking a swig. His dirty blond hair falls over his bright blue eyes.

"Forty-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine?" You ask with a grin and a special twinkle in your eyes.

Leon bursts out laughing and nods. "Yes, definitely. That many." His laughter sets a fire in you, hot and filling. It flickers inside you, and you melt. You give him a tender smile, eyes glued on him.

He feels the air shift, and he turns to you. You're smiling at him, and there's something in your gaze he doesn't wanna name. You look so gorgeous that his chest is in pain. Pain worse than a bullet wound. His hand clenches and unclenches, longing to touch you. What'd he give to caress your cheek and brush his lips over yours.

"Leon," you whisper, eyes drifting down to his lips. His own gaze drops to your lovely mouth and a thirst he's never known bubbles up inside. Leon has an out of body experience. There's no control as his hand reaches for your arm.

He sees his hand drawing you in. You leaving the safety of your rocking chair to stand in between his legs. Your hands cup his scruffy cheeks, and his hands find the small of your back.

Then, your lips meet his own.

It's so light that he could mistake it for a figment of his imagination. But then you sink into him, lips pressing harder, and a needy noise scrapes along your throat. He's shocked by the needy noise that he gives in response.

He should have more control. You're not his first kiss. Definitely, not his first girl. And for fuck's sake he's too old to be this desperate. But it makes no difference. His hand curls around your hip while the other caresses your back, mapping out the curves of you.

The moon shines behind you, painting this moment in glimmering silver. Fireflies dance in the open fields, and a simple porch light flickers above. Your lips meet over and over. And Leon. He's lost in you in all ways imaginable.

You pull away, and his lips chase yours. A low whine in the back of his throat can be heard. "Should we stop? Do you want to stop?" Leon hears your concern and the defeat in your voice as if you're already expecting a 'yes.'

"Hell no." He replies in a gruff tone, nearly growling in anger. Leon doesn't want to be separated from you. Maybe he'll regret it in the morning. Maybe he'll even despise himself for kissing a woman your age. But he might just be in love with you. And yes, he's most definitely turned on by you.

It's the most stunning thing he's ever witnessed. The way desire sparks in your eyes before turning into a low simmering heat. Your whole body language changes and your confidence skyrockets. Your hands slip beneath his shirt, and your lips find his adam's apple. Kissing and licking on it like a sweet candy apple.

He stands up from the rocking chair and scoops you into his muscular arms. Your legs lock around him, and his head tilts back, letting you have your way. The wooden planks of his front porch squeak as he carries you inside. The door shuts behind him with an audible creak of hinges.

He lays you down, your hypnotic body laid out on cool sheets. The same sheets he's been sleeping in. "Oh, darling. You're so beautiful." He kisses your brow before stepping back. His heavy-duty working boots hit the floor. Then, his flannel, along with the tight shirt underneath.

"You wanna do the rest, honey? Or should I undress you first?" Leon smiles, a hint of teasing in his words. You're looking at him as if he's every dream you've ever had come true. Openly admiring with wide eyes and shaky breaths.

"May I?" You gesture towards his lower half, face hot and now licking your lips.

He steps forward and answers in a low, sultry tone. "You can do whatever you want to me." His reply leaves you wet and aching. A feeling so intense that you've never encountered. Your fingers tug at his belt loops. The bulge in his jeans is nearly at eye level with you, causing your thighs to press together.

You unzip his wranglers, and it's all too loud in this tense moment. The room is burning hot as the denim is pulled down. Then, your hands curl in his waistband, and you catch his jaw ticking. The simple muscle twitching beneath his stubble makes you hotter than the sun.

You feel like a blazing inferno here in this old rancher's home. When he's left naked and you're fully clothed, things couldn't be more clear. He might be older and stronger, but you're in control here. Nothing will be forced on you, and you'd rather die before forcing anything on this man.

"Come here." You whisper, eyes burning into his. You grab at his massive, scarred shoulders and sink into the mattress, dragging him with you. His naked, tan body is hovering over you. His lips drag along your neck and collarbones. You sigh in bliss, and low content noises slip from his chapped lips.

Over time his body sinks into you, hard cock nudging at your hips through your clothing. Your hands cease their exploration of his toned body and squeeze his shoulders. "I need you to undress me, Leon. Please." You're breathing, hard and heavy. Cunt aching for friction and desperate for no more boundaries.

"Yeah, baby. I'll undress ya." His hands, worn from hard labor, are gentle with you. They slip off your shirt, strip down your jeans, and peel off your undergarments. It's slow and intimate. Your heart races the whole time, and your body closes in on itself in an attempt to cover up.

He calls your name, yearning and mesmerized in equal measure. His hands palm your breasts and follow the curve of your torso. A restrained groan leaves him as he follows the lines of your body. Over your hips and down your legs. "You're so damn gorgeous. I can't breathe."

His sky blue eyes have darkened into a raging sea. He really has wanted you this whole time. Yet he was such a jerk, doing anything and everything to push you away. To make you hate him and you never understood until now.

He was terrified of this. Wanting you. Needing you. In such a desperate manner. With such all consuming desire.

"Leon, I need you too." It's all you can think to say. Your voice hoarse and quiet in the dark. Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

His heavy body falls into you, and his lips collide with yours. You become a writhing mess on his mattress. Kissing and touching what you both thought you couldn't have. Two of his fingers slip inside you, and you cry out from the unexpected sensation. His thick fingers brush over your walls as his thumb plays with your throbbing rosebud.

"Oh, god. You sound so damn good. Better than I imagined. So fucking sweet." He's breathless, hips rutting into the bed as he fingers you. You're just as bad. Rocking into his hand and moaning unabashedly. "That's it, baby. I need you to cum so I can slide into you. Nice and painless."

The thought of his dick finally inside you finishes you off. Your nails leave marks in his tan skin. Your back arches, and your head is thrown to the side. The older man watches the whole thing without any shame.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He kisses you, thumb brushing over your clit lightly as you come down.

The tender kisses abruptly end with you gasping. He has his tip nudging at your wet folds. "Is this okay? You ready?" Leon whispers, laying kisses on your face from forehead to chin.

Your heart pounds fiercely, but you clasp onto him and spread your legs wide. "Yes. Please, Leon. Own me."

The weary rancher groans loudly as he pushes forward. Little by little, his throbbing dick slides inside your slick walls. A whimper slips free as he finally settles to the hilt. He sighs, hiding his face in your neck. His hot breath washes over you and sends a tremor throughout your body.

His thrusts start off slow, holding you close and mouthing at your shoulder blindly. You rub his broad back and follow the edges of his shoulder blades.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off to you?" The older man slurs, hips thrusting into you again and again. His muscular body is covered in sweat and curved over you. That combined with his breathy noises in your ear drives you to whimper.

"N-no. Tell me. Please. How much?" You stutter. Nails bitting into his skin and walls pulsing around his dick. It's like you can see the pearly gates now.

"All the time. Every night. Can never forget your smile. When the sun gives you a halo. When you laugh or talk to the horses. Every glimpse of skin and curve hinted at . . ." He groans, speeding up, and you cry out. "It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy."

You call his name, legs quivering like a foal. You throw your head back and his calloused fingers reach for your clit. The sweetest release rushes over you. Fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

He pulls out at the last second, jerking his cum onto your stomach instead of inside. It's a shame, but next time he'll wear a condom so he can at least stay connected with you. Great, now he's thinking about doing this another time. He was a fool to believe he could let go of you.

His eyes trail all over you as he catches his breath. Your eyes are shut, lashes kissing your cheeks. Your breasts rise and fall with your uneven breaths. His mess is splattered on your stomach. He runs a hand through his dirty blond hair and tries in vain to be normal about this.

You're too young. Way too young. But that doesn't sound like a good enough reason to push you away anymore. No, you're a bright and stunning woman who loves this ranch, the horses, and possibly him. The thought of you not feeling the same way he does crushes his heart, making it bleed.

"I'll . . .I'll clean you up." His voice falls flat, and the bedroom no longer feels warm in a pleasant way. More like stuffy, and no one wants it on their skin. He walks to the bathroom, not even noticing he's still naked.

When he returns with a warm wash cloth, he finds you in his flannel shirt and a shy expression on your face. He groans and runs a hand down his face.

"What?" You laugh lightly, looking even more uncertain.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, knees sinking into the mattress as he starts cleaning you up. The wet cloth roaming your stomach and inner thighs.

"You sure?" You brush his hair back as he lays a kiss on the curve of your tummy.

"Hmmm, nothing." He hums and sits back up. "You need anything else?" His large hands rub up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.

Your head shakes back and forth. "Just need you to hold me." Your voice is so small and timid. His chest tightens, and he envelops you in his big arms. The mattress shifts beneath you both as he holds you to his chest.

Silence falls like a warm blanket, and his calloused hands idly rub your back. A clock ticks on the wall, and the old ranch house creaks in a familiar pattern. There's no doubt in his mind that he's fucked. He wants this. Wants you forever. Every night from here on out he wants to share it with you.

To fall asleep next to you. To bring you pleasure. To hold you close and feel your breath on his skin.

"Hey, Leon?" Your voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts. He hums in acknowledgment. "You're not gonna push me away anymore, right?"

He takes a deep, fortifying breath and gently pulls you away from his chest. He caresses your cheek and whispers your name. "No more pushing you away. I know I'm older. A bit broken and I don't have much to offer. I know your tiny farm is better than my ranch." He smiles at your responding giggle.

"But I do want this if you want me." Heat tingles at the back of his neck and spreads to his face. God, he feels so stupid. His eyes widen in surprise when you kiss him. Just a single press of lips that lingers.

"I want you, Leon. No more pushing me away, or I'll make you wish you were dead." You give him a playful grin and nip at his jaw. He just laughs and rolls you two over. Laughter spills into his bedroom, spelling out a new future with you two intertwined.

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Holy crap! I broke a personal record! This is now my longest fic ever!

Mom said not to fall so hard in love, that it was pointless to end up with the first man who paid attention to you.

But how could I not? Leon is everything, your whole world, your air, your reason for being, your first and second place.

So no one was surprised when you ended up marrying him; rather, everyone expected it with deep disappointment. You had a future ahead of you beyond being an obedient wife to him, But you would do it again and again, because Leon would keep choosing you; no one else could take those slaps as well as you.

Where everyone else sees an abusive husband, you only see a thousand wishes fulfilled. You cry every time he leaves, you can't stand it, you love him so much, you love him so, so much that it's unbearable, it suffocates you, It makes you want to rip out your heart and have him pump it manually so you can keep living, just for him.

It doesn't matter if he hits you hard in the stomach, you know you'll recover. It doesn't matter how many bruises you have, because in the end you know you'll have two arms holding you tight against him to tell you how beautiful and precious you are to him.

So it doesn't really matter, because you know what your husband has suffered.

Sometimes you think he doesn't love you, because his love hurts. His love destroys you, and he seems to enjoy it. You cry on his tactical boot, kneeling and holding his ankle with those delicate hands.

—I'm sorry for not loving you enough— you say in that ungrateful voice, because your husband deserves all the love your enormous heart can give him.

Leon only seems to look at you with disdain, but of course he forgives you. No one would want to be with him more than you; his perfect happily ever after.

He's not quite perfect , but it's close enough for you.

—There's no one else like you — he says.

Leon didn’t like nosy neighbors.

For someone whose life has always been ruptured by the hostility of his past, all he wanted was tranquility in his home.

And he couldn’t even get that.

Not when a girl half his age would pester him around the cheap trailer park whenever he went out for fresh air or for anything else that required him to leave the house.

“What’cha doin’?” This, “Can I come?” That. You were basically like a puppy trailing after him, no matter what he was busy with. Leon wasn’t dumb. He knew you had a crush on him.

He was afraid someone might’ve believed that he was making you follow him around and spend time with an older man like him, but he’d never wanted anyone off his ass like he wanted you to give him some peace.

Well, at least that’s what everyone thinks.

Your secret affair began when he was fixing his pickup truck. He would sometimes allow you to kiss his cheek between breaks just to get you to shut up, but with time, those small pecks turned into more intimate kisses and later more than just kisses.

Maybe he wasn’t good with words, but what he lacked verbally, he made up for physically.

Tonight, Leon drove out of town to run some basic errands. Of course, you tagged along, because he had accepted the fact that you going wherever he went had become a routine.

“You didn’t buy the strawberries! Did you forget them?” You whined at him, resulting in Leon tutting and shaking his head.

“I already have strawberries at home, you don’t need more.”

“But they’re not fresh ones.”

Leon sighed with the furrow of his brow that followed. Did he have to explain everything to you?

“Kid, ripe or not, they’re strawberries. And I have them, alright? No more fussing, I like you better when you’re grinning stupid.”

“Fineee.. grinning, right. Only grinning? Or do you… like-like me?”

Oh, he knew where this was going. “I do like-like you, but don’t go around making a big deal out of it, alright doll?”

The corners of his lips turned up when he glanced at your grinning face while pulling over next to a corn field. Usually, when he pulled over, it meant that you could crawl into his lap safely.

Trailer homes had thin walls. As much as he’d love to fuck you against his cheap mattress, the consequence of what would happen after— including complaints— was an obvious dealbreaker to him.

The moment he felt your weight on his lap, his rough palms found your hips to hold you against him. His tongue sought after yours while he pushed your underwear aside under the flimsy and cheap cotton dress you were wearing.

“Already so wet for me? So pretty.”

He shuffled beneath you to open his belt and let his hard dick spring out of the jeans that were restricting him a minute ago. As much as you loved dry-humping and foreplay, he needed you now. And according to how wet your pussy looked to him, so did you.

His lips brushed against yours, mirroring the way his tip was rubbing against your soft cunt before you sank onto his length. Leon’s moans, along with yours, were harmonious and a clear sign of mutual satisfaction. At least you knew he tolerated you through moments like these.

“That’s it, dollface. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

One of his hands tugged your dress higher, letting you rock your hips against him. With every thrust, his soft-pink tip would hit your cervix repeatedly.

Leon lifted his free hand to deliver a loud spank, hard enough to sting until tomorrow, but not too painful either. Your reactions always fascinated him, because even with every spank he gave, you were still determined to ride his cock through the stinging sensation. He expected you at least to stop for a second to let the sharp burn pass, but you didn’t.

“You keep bouncing on my cock like that, and I might just cum if you keep it up, sugar pie.” His words immediately motivated you to hump him quicker, your fingers tracing over the exposed skin of his chest near his neckline.

“C’monnn- cum w’me-“ You babbled breathlessly right before he obliged to your wishes. Your walls clenched around his ejaculating dick, feeling every part of your womb getting filled up by his warm seed.

He kept you glued to him like this, just to keep you full of him for a while longer, rather than driving back home. It’s late, though. You should be home, but the content smile on your face reassured him that maybe you genuinely enjoyed his presence, even if he used to push you away constantly.

And for a moment longer, he just sat with you wrapped around him in the driver’s seat while crickets and windy crops filled the atmosphere around you.

Married life had it's ups and downs especially when you're married to a government agent who constantly leaves on missions for weeks to months on end. You made your peace that being married to Leon would be difficult. But it doesn't always mean you always agreed with some of things your husband does.

And Leon knew this. Yet, he pushed his luck this time. Perhaps Leon got used to believing that whatever he did - you would always come back to him. Oh, how wrong he was. He believed that after the argument yesterday over how allowed the newest rookie flirt with him and not set boundaries, Leon thought there was no reason to when he was just training them, and nothing had happened. Like a dumbass, he believed that it would blow over.

Nope.

Leon was utterly wrong. The bed was empty. That was odd because he had been a light sleeper since Raccoon City outbreak so how did you slip past him during the night? You were a FOS agent, a woman behind the chair; someone who absolutely refused to go out on field work because you claimed you didn't want the trauma that followed or smell like shit after each mission like Leon would each time he came back from one.

That was the first instance on the day. He was sure you'd get over it by breakfast time, so he took his time showering, got dress for work begrudgingly needing to write reports for the last mission he did. As soon Leon entered the kitchen, you were gone.

Now frustration took over him because morning time was one of the times he had alone with you before the bullshit at work. Leon barely got to see you at work since your department was several floors below his and to see the well-crafted routine over the course of your marriage; it irked him. He hated his routine being disturbed at home especially when it was the only source of normalcy he had.

And what irked him worse? The stupid green neon sticky note plastered on the fridge, he ripped the note from the fridge and took a closer look.

Gone to work. See you later.

Cold and distant. His fingers crumbled around the note harshly and let out a deep, rumbling bitter laugh. "What are we fucking five?" Leon grumbled under his breath. He couldn't understand why you were jealous over some rookie agent he was training - he only loved you; no one else, it was ridiculous! Fine, he can give you the silent treatment too if you wished to avoid him.

A day passed.

Leon was losing his fucking mind at the silent treatment. He cracked first. He came up to the FSO department with a bag from your favorite restaurant — you turned him down by giving the contents of food to Hunnigan who gave him an apologetic smile.

That didn't work. Next, Leon tried making excuses coming your department and hanging around asking Hunnigan meaningless questions that only you would know to answer but you never once looked at him! He was becoming more desperate by the hour, silently grabbing files that you had done which wasn't just job might he add to go take them to the old lady that worked in the filing department.

He constantly refilled your coffee and you stopped drinking hoping he'd go back to his department. He didn't. He tried getting your attention any way he could during work hours — nothing, absolutely no response from you. So he couldn't get your attention at work, there was always home.

Leon fixed everything and anything he could around the house. Stuff that needed to he fixed like the sink or the way the toilet flushes down to items that didn't need fixing like the fridge to stay in the kitchen while you cooked dinner just to sneak glances while he sighed very loudly to capture your attention.

Nothing still. Leon went outside to wash your red Porsche to make it look brand new for whenever you used it. Hell, he took your car to go to the nearest name brand stores to buy you almost everything he can find you would like. He came home almost proud, almost believing you would crack as he littered the shopping bags around the living room with a prideful huff.

He turned and his eyes narrowed. You weren't even looking at him! Leon gave up and sighed frustratedly as he made his way into the kitchen with defeat.

He was following you around at dinner like a lost puppy, his fingers were holding the back of your shirt as you prepared dinner. Forty-nine years old and Leon was acting like his younger self over his wife's anger.

"Are you still going to ignore me, sweetheart?" His voice rumbled, peering over your shoulder to stare at the side of your face. Silence. Nothing. His fingers tightened around your shirt and began tugging on the fabric. "I know you hear me, stop ignoring me. You have nothing to be jealous of.” His words almost came out like a plea.

More silence until, “I’m going to eat dinner in my office. Serve yourself.” 

The utter audacity! Another routine ruined! Leon loved eating dinner with you. He loved to hear about your day and the gossip that came from romances around your department, how another intern messed up your files and how you would scold them; he wanted to hear your voice. And you denied him the pleasure as you grabbed your plate and hurried past him that his fingers slipped off your shirt going limp on his side. 

He hadn’t felt this sort of rejection in years. And Leon fumed over dinner, poking and glaring at his plate. 

But what made him spiral was how you never came to bed and you locked your office door! That didn’t stop Leon, he tried to pick the lock but he honestly sucked so he did the extreme thing and went outside of the house to the window to open it up determined to make you talk to him instead of this frustrating silence. His face peeked through the window seeing your eyes trained on the computer, ear piece in no doubt helping an agent on the field.

Leon should have left but he didn’t like the agent Xavier that you often assisted. The younger man overstepped at times yet he never said anything. Oh but the silence and the argument? He couldn’t care less what situation Xavier was in that you needed to help him. His fist raised and knocked on the window impatiently.

“I know you hear me, open the window.”

You looked up unimpressed and annoyed that Leon went on the roof and crawled along it just to get your attention. It would have been cute if he didn’t piss you off. You turned off your mic real quick to address your husband. “I hope you fall!” With a harsh pull, the curtains shut his view of you.

Leon stared at the blocked out window. Disbelief and annoyance crept on his face. For a moment, he considered breaking the window. As much he thought about it, he didn’t want another reason for you to be angry so he took a deep breath and scaled the roof back into his house. He was going to give up. It was ridiculous at their age on how you were behaving.

But he couldn’t blame you at the same time. You expressed multiple times at the discomfort of the rookie agent’s advances towards him; he obviously saw it but he only cared about his job on training them nothing more. Just a job.

Oh but Leon didn’t realize he was going to taste his own medicine soon. 

Leon tried once again getting your attention the next day. Flowers were sent to your desk yet his secretary awkwardly told him you wouldn’t accept them. And now they mocked him on his desk as fellow agents were asking who gave him flowers and he would reply, “the grim reaper.” because he might as well be dead from the silence from his wife. 

Hunnigan seemed to catch wind of their argument as you were complaining about the rookie who didn’t seem to take a hint Leon is married to you. While Leon was brooding with his hands deep against his face mulling over what to do about you, she leaned against his doorframe with an amused laugh. “Desperation doesn’t suit you.”

“Yeah? And what does? Blood?” Leon deadpanned, dragging his hands from his face and lazily tilted his head at her. “Guessing you know the details of the drama?”

Hunnigan simply shrugged. “It is awkward to have both of my friends in an argument like this. Sherry has been complaining about how her parents were getting a divorce.”

“A divorce?” Leon’s voice raised as he sat up straighter that his chair creaked loudly in his office. Surely the argument couldn’t have lead to divorce over some rookie agent?

Hunnigan blinked. “She was joking. You know your girl wouldn’t divorce you.” And Leon visibly relaxed and glared at her for the mini-heart attack he almost had. “Do you want my advice?”

“Anything would be surely helpful after the heart attack you almost gave me.”

“Then here’s a tip for you. She’s going out for lunch in ten minutes, just reassure her that you wouldn’t leave her for a rookie agent.” Hunnigan stated.

“I have been saying that.” Leon defended.

Yet Hunnigan gave him a deadpanned expression; hearing both sides of the story and being on both ends of what her friends were going through – she can confidently say that Leon had not reassured you of anything. “Really? Oh sweetheart I’m just doing my job, there’s nothing to worry about.”Hunnigan mocked his voice. Coming out of someone else’s mouth Leon cringed. It sounded terrible now that she put it that way.

His hands dragged along his face once again. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.” 

“Majorly.” 

“I should have reassured her that I’m not doing anything with the rookie.”

“Obviously.” 

“You’re making me feel so much better.” Leon grumbled sarcastically. His body suddenly got up from his chair pushing it back fast and began making his way out of his office past Hunnigan. “Thanks for the help despite your clear bias.”

Hunnigan smirked because she always chose your side. “You got five minutes left.” 

Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately left the DSO department towards the elevators where he bounced impatiently as the elevator descended slowly until it stopped just before the lobby and in came the rookie agent Carmilla came strutting in. Her eyes immediately landed on Leon, sparkling the second she realized it was him.

Fuck, just what he needed before he went to see his wife. Carmilla started talking to him but he was half-listening that he didn’t notice her standing close to him, he was thinking of what he would say to you once he found you in the parking garage. He fought bioweapons all the time, his life was constantly on the line; he almost died multiple times on different missions but facing you? He’d let you rip his heart out if it meant it made you feel better.

 “Uh-huh, sure.” Leon absentmindedly said.

“Really? Okay!” Her voice came out high-pitched that Leon cringed.

He wasn’t sure what he agreed to because the moment the elevator open, he immediately quickened his steps. It was easy to cross the lobby and out to the parking garage. His eyes looked around for the familiar red porsche that was the same brand as his; a gift he gave to you on your birthday. 

The echoing of footsteps poured through the parking garage and his heart leaped, turning around to see if it was you. His twitching smile fell when it was Carmilla following him. He stopped walking and gave her a raised eyebrow, “did you need something? Because I’m in a rush.” 

“Aren’t we going to lunch?”

Leon stared at Carmilla and stared as confusion settled on his features. “What?” 

“You agreed in the elevator to going to lunch.”

“What? No I didn’t-” Leon realized when he was thinking of his wife and ways he was going to apologize that Carmilla must have asked him on a lunch date. Fuck, just what he needed. He didn’t need Carmilla believing she had a chance when she didn’t. “Rookie, there’s been a mistake. I’m not going out on a lunch date with you, I am married.”

Carmilla tilted her head and shrugged, stepping closer to him as she grabbed his upper arm. “Your wife doesn’t have to know.” 

His eye twitched from the touch of another woman’s hands on his bicep. Before Leon could say anything, you were in your car a few feet away witnessing everything. Utter rage filled you from seeing the younger woman’s hands on him. Like any normal person, you should get out of your car and demand an explanation or trust your husband on handling the situation. 

Perhaps there was a spike in your hormones because you did the most rational thing ever.

You tried to hit them with your car. 

Leon’s eyes widened seeing the familiar red Porsche heading their way as the headlights came into view, his instincts of years of field work made it easy to pull him and Carmilla to the side. His lips fell open in disbelief gazing at you as the car window slowly rolled down half-way to expose your narrowed eyes were met with his. “Oops, I didn’t see you there.” 

“Are you mad?!” Leon shouted, angrily pulling himself from Carmilla to grasp the handle of the car and began tugging it to get you out of there. “Get out of the car.” 

“It was an accident, I was barely going ten miles per hour.” Which was true, you weren’t trying to kill him. You were just going to tap him with the car and he knew this – you wouldn’t actually kill him over some girl gripping him.

“We haven’t talked in days and the first thing you try to do is hit me with your car!” 

“Oh, you survived worse.” You waved your hand mindlessly and your expression fell once again glancing to Carmilla behind him. “I hope you enjoy your little lunch date.” With a roll of your window, you blocked Leon’s furious gaze from your view, ending the conversation. The engine revved throughout the parking garage and you sped away for your lunch break.

Leon stood there in disbelief seeing his wife drive away after almost tapping him with a car he had bought her. Unexpected laughs came out of him as he stared at the spot she was once in relief. “Well, at least she doesn’t want a divorce.” And it was a relief because he had been spiraling the last couple days believing you would never acknowledge his presence again.

“Your wife is crazy!”

Oh, right. Her. Leon turned the side lazily and a deadpanned expression, “one of the qualities I love about her.” He had to deal with this. Leon couldn’t stand for you to be angry about this situation any longer, he would have someone else train Carmilla. He wasn’t going to risk his marriage over a woman who didn’t understand he is married.

“Aren’t you going to report her? She tried to hit us with a car!”

“Report her? No, this is her on a good day.” Leon quipped and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Then I’ll report her-”

Leon barked out a laugh. “No, you’re not.” His voice rumbled, stepping closer to her with narrowed eyes. “If you try to report her, I can easily report you for sexual work harassment. I have witnesses on your shameless flirting and I can have you fired given I founded this department. Or, you can keep this incident to yourself and I can point you to another supervisor where I do hope you learn your lesson on not flirting with married men.” 

The threat was there, he didn’t like to threaten his co-workers but it was necessary. He couldn’t risk his marriage over some horny rookie. “The choice is yours.” He had scared her, good, she should learn her lesson on not being a weirdo. Leon turned to leave her alone in the parking garage where he was going to find you once you came back.

Leon waited outside of your department. Everyone at the FSO department knew you were married and allowed him in the department once you returned from lunch. He didn’t wait to see if you had something important to do, he went to the back where Hunnigan and you worked in. He had his thoughts planned out, carefully constructed reasons to plea with you that he did what he should have done a long time ago. 

He pushed open the door and his mouth opened to explain himself but his lips closed seeing Xavier leaning over you, his arms caged in on either side of you as you worked on the computer typing away. A white hot flash of jealousy that he hadn’t felt in a while filled him. Leon always was secure in the marriage, he never had reason to believe you would commit infidelity and break your vows. 

Yet, the mere sight of this younger man towering over you. His clothes brushing against the back of your hair embedding his scent on you made his fingers flex from years of survival itching to reach for his gun on instinct on shooting a bullet in his head. “Didn’t know we were having a party in here.” Leon sarcastically said.

You turned your head to peer over Xavier’s arm and Xavier gave a simple smirk. “Ah, the famous Leon Kennedy. I always hear about you from her.” Yet, Leon watched how Xavier pressed his chest closer against the back of your head. Oh, now he understood what you meant. 

He was beginning to feel what you had felt. Leon felt like a bigger idiot for taking this long to send Carmilla to another trainer because if he knew Xavier liked being this close to you, he would have tried running over Xavier with a car too. “Yeah? Then you should know I can kill a man before they can blink.” His lips strained into a smile. “Out. Now.” 

“Leon, we really have to finish this-”

“Out.” Leon growled out with finality. The clear anger made Xavier seize up and meekly nodded as he pushed himself immediately away from you and made sure to keep his distance from Leon almost as if he was afraid Leon would kill him if he stuck longer almost bolting out of there. A smile fell on his lips from his response to his little threat.

“Threating agents now?” You deadpanned, turning around in your chair and crossed your arms underneath your chest. 

“And you tried to run one over so we’re a match made in heaven.” Leon quipped, striding over to you in a few simple long steps and shot his hands out on the armchairs caging you as he leaned down to face level to you. “So we’re even.”

“Even?” You scoffed, holding your ground while glaring up at him. Despite how angry you felt the past couple days, the closeness of Leon made your cheeks warm and he wasn’t oblivious to how you were affected by him. Good, he wanted you to be affected by him. “You were out in the parking garage with your little girlfriend.”

His nose inhaled deeply. “You misunderstand, sweetheart. Do you think I’d ever cheat on you?” Silence came out of you but your eyes soften and shook your head because at the end of the day, you trusted him but he didn’t listen to your discomfort on how Carmilla was towards him. One hand left from the arm chair and raised up to grasped your cheeks in his hand, his thumb traced along your cheekbone lovingly. “I could never cheat on you. And you were right, I should have placed boundaries and sent her to another trainer. I just. . .” He took a deep breath and glanced away for a moment, “I just don’t want an underprepared agent to go out there and be killed.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. Leon was still the man back in Raccoon City who wanted to help people. Who still cared for people. You should have guessed that was the reason he didn’t want to stop training Carmilla but to do it out of his discomfort and yours? “If she got into the DSO, then she’s well trained enough to fight what’s out there. You can’t always save everyone, Leon, no matter how much training you hone into someone.” 

And that was the bitter truth that Leon had to swallow each time another dead agent shown up in the morgue. Another colleague dead from bioterrorism. His eyes narrowed at the ground trying to melt down the reality of the truth. “I know.” His voice was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at you – he looked older than what he was. Years of fighting and there was still no end. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. I. . .politely explained she was going to another supervisor.”

“You threatened her, didn’t you?” You questioned with a small laugh. 

Leon cracked a smile. “Perhaps, but I did it politely.” 

“Nothing is ever polite with you.” You pointed out, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. The tension of the last couple days was almost gone. Almost. As much the relief settled into that Carmilla wasn’t going to be around Leon much, the way Leon had reacted to Xavier brought raised eyebrows on you. “So, did you understand what I felt when you saw Xavier against me like this?”

A huff came out of Leon and his thumb traced along down to your jawline with a soft squeeze as the small wave of jealousy filled him. “Yes.” He admitted with a grumble.

“And what did we learn, Mr. Kennedy?” 

“That if I don’t listen to my wife then I’m going to get the silent treatment.” He paused and let out a breath of a laugh, “and she will hit me with her car.”

“Mhm-hmm, good.” You mumbled trying to turn away from him but his hand on the arm rest held you in place while his other hand slid down your throat holding you in place. “Leon, I have to work.” 

“No, you don’t. I spend days agonizing over you ignoring me. Trying everything and buying you everything just to make you acknowledge me.” Leon bent down till his knees hit the ground as his body leaned forward, his shoulders forcing your legs apart. The fabric of the pencil skirt pooled up towards your thighs, his hands found their way on the stockings on your thighs holding you in place as his face fell forward pressing his face against the clear outline of your puffy pussy outlining with dampening slick. “Days allowing you to be a brat towards me.” His nose dived deep against the fabric trying to will his way into your skin through the fabric as he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent he missed from you. “I craved my wife every day – and now, you’re not going anywhere until you apologize for almost hitting me with your car.” 

“I’m not going to walk for a while, aren’t I?” 

“Nope.” 

EXTRA:

Hunnigan’s laugh filled the office as she leaned back in her chair replaying the video evidence of Leon and Carmilla almost getting runned over as you leaned your head on her shoulder almost snoozing away from being fucked all day yesterday by your husband. “Did Leon make you assign Xavier to someone else?” she asked, replaying the footage once more for her entertainment. 

“Yes, Xavier went to the sweet, almost deaf Margaret.”

“Yikes, I’m sure Leon had something to do with that.”

“Mhm.”

“Soooo, did you tell Leon you found out you're pregnant?”

“He’ll use his head more once he realizes I wouldn’t have tried to hit him with a car normally.”

“Wanna bet on how long it would take?”

“I give it two weeks.”

“I give it a month.”

"If you win, you can have my coach bags Leon bought me."

He’s insatiable, totally and utterly insatiable.

You can’t tell if it’s the stress he’s been under, or trying to make up for lost time before going away again.

A soft wet kiss is placed on your jaw, followed by another one even lower before settling on the soft flesh of your neck. His grip on your hip loosening only to circle his thumbs on the outline of your hip bones, coaxing you into a to and fro motion.

“Just one more time, baby. Can you do that for me?”

It’s truly impressive for a man at his age. Actually, everything he does is impressive for a man at his age. From fighting bioweapons, to that physique, to needing to fuck you a minimum of three times before he’s had enough.

You reply with a subtle moan, your nose brushing against the tip of his. You lock eyes with him, the bedside lamp illuminating the side of his face. The subtle outline of crows feet on his eyes to the jagged lines on his forehead, its either he fucked you stupid into finding wrinkles attractive, or maybe they just look extra good on him; actually probably both.

You take it all in, your hand brushing against his greyed stubble before connecting your lips with his. Such a gentle touch for someone with arms the size of your head, how endearing.

Grabbing is cock from beneath you, you can feel its slippery warmth from being inside of you a few minutes prior. You lower your hips, teasing it at the tip of your entrance.

“Come on, baby. Don’t tease your old man like that.”

With a firmer grip on your hips this time, he pushes you down till he’s tucked in your warmth. A few whimpers escape your mouth, immediately muffled as he seals his lips with yours again.

“Shh shh that’s it, sweetheart. Feels good huh?”

You nod, beginning to raise your hips before letting them sink back down. He begins to grunt, his blue eyes dropping to were the two of you connect.

He spits on his hand before circling it on your swollen clit. The sensation is hot, you can’t tell if it’s his saliva or if you’re just burning.

He continues massage the swollen bud, his eyes flicking back up to take in your facial expression. You begin to move quicker, letting his name spill out of your lips a few times. He’s sucks in a deep breath, you could swear he gets off on your facial expressions more that the sensation itself.

“Yeah ride it, baby.”

“So good f’me.”

“So fucking sexy.”

His large hand cups your breast, feeling its weight in your hand before gently slapping it. You grip onto his shoulder to find strength to fight the burning sensation in your thighs.

“Getting tired?” He asks, his thumb swiping across your cheek and parting your lips.

“Want some help?”

You shake your head, your hands moving to hold on to his thighs behind you.

“That’s my girl. Always making me proud.”

His hands run up and down your sides, pulling and pushing your hips away; not enough to do the work for you but to rather encourage you to keep going.

Your walls tighten, the familiar sensation of release growing stronger. His thumb goes back to your clit, pressing down on it before circling it once again.

“Almost there, sweetheart-” He grunts mid sentence. “Just a little longer”

Despite your upmost efforts to keep going, your movement slows down as your legs begin to give up on you.

He smirks, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to move beneath you. His pace is much faster than the one you were going at.

Pleasure starts getting too intense as all you could do is sink your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’m right here, baby. Right here.”

A series of moans and whimpers spill past your lips as you reach ecstasy. His grip tightens as hot release spills within you.

Taking a moment to regulate his breathing, he rubs your back affectionately pulling you closer to his chest.

Sleepily, you nuzzle deeper into his neck.

“You satisfied yet?”

He chuckles.

“I’ll think about it”