Backseat

You hadn’t known Leon for any longer than a year, and even then, it had always been in passing; handing files over or escorting him through the D.S.O building to different office spaces for meetings with higher ups. You didn't engage in long winded conversations with Leon, not outwith the normal industry song and dance performed by almost everyone within the office. He always said hello to you, and thanked you when you gave him his briefing files or directed him to the right room for a meeting.

Leon was a good guy. That was what everyone said, even those who found it hard to spare a compliment in the office. Leon was good, through and though, his heart set to always do the right thing, and strive to protect.

This was probably why so many people pined for his attention, particularly your female colleagues. It didn’t surprise you, Leon was incredibly easy on the eyes, and indeed was polite and gentle mannered when needed. Strong but silent. The perfect combination of traits to make the hearts flutter.

It had been nearly three months since Leon’s last mission, taking him all the way out to Spain to retrieve the president’s daughter. When the mission concluded, it was your job to take Hunnigan’s case files, as well as Leon’s findings and bodycam footage, and process it all in their fullness. At times, it was difficult to read and review the footage of what Leon had to endure, but you did it all, you relived his horrors over and over through his eyes in order to accurately document the mission.

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Working for the D.S.O suffocated any chance of a social life. Occupied late into the night left very little time for recreational activities, though somehow your colleagues managed to find time for it. You were often the last one in the office, checking your reports, ensuring no detail was missing, no stone unturned.

“Are you nearly finished?” One of your colleagues said, dipping her head into the room lined with countless photocopying machines. “A few of us are going to head over to the bar down town, there’s a healthy handful of D.S.O agents heading that way too.” She said, winking at the end of her sentence.

Where there were D.S.O agents, there was sure to be a line of eager admirers. Perhaps it was the job, or the demeanour that D.S.O agents held, you weren’t sure, but it always sent people in the office into a dizzying craze at potentially hooking up with one of them. It was like a rock star job compared to your mundane office work.

“No, no thank you.” You softly shook your head and gestured to the papers you were in the middle of scanning. “I got my hands full here.” You smiled apologetically.

“You’re gonna make yourself crash out with how much time you spend in this office, and on that case.” Your colleague chastised softly. “C’mon, just for a little while at least?” she urged. “I’m sure you can pick up where you left off tomorrow morning. Tonight, just relax.”

You hesitated, but the chime from the photocopier informing you that it had finished your final sheet, left you with little to no argument.

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The bar was noisy, naturally as it was a Friday night and as you had previously noted, where there were D.S.O agents, there was to be a crowd that followed. The neon lights that displayed the various alcohol brands on the wall, shone down onto the patrons in various multicolour shades. The space was crammed packed with patrons, several you noticed from previous reports you had to organise through, their stern and intimidating file photos a stark contrast to the jovial and confident grins they all shared as they sipped their drinks and relaxed amongst peers.

Your colleague peeled herself away from you to join one of her other friends, leaving you slightly in the lurch, hovering in the corner beside a pool table that was currently being used by loud regulars. Eventually, you worked your way closer to the bar where you ordered yourself a beer. Your drink was taking forever to arrive, most likely as the stressed-out bar tenders were being heckled a little by agents, thus interrupting the orders from little people, such as yourself.

“E-Excuse me! Can…can I have-“ You called out, trying to shout above the music, the hustle and bustle of enthusiastic chatter coming from either side of you at the bar.

It was useless, you weren’t going to stand a chance competing for attention here.

“Two here!” A loud and familiar voice shouted adjacent to you, followed by the hard knock of knuckles on the dark wood of the bar.

You turned to look at the guy standing practically over you now, and immediately you felt yourself ease up a little.

Leon.

“Thought you could use a little help.” He lowered his head to talk to you, only you, his voice so familiar from the countless hours of footage and audio files you had poured over in your documenting.

The bartender shifted quickly across to hand over the beers to Leon, who nodded his thanks to him and then turned his attention back to you, handing the ice-cold bottle over. You took a hearty sip, as did Leon, and he reached up to softly nudge your elbow, gesturing for you to follow him.

The way Leon practically parted crowds as he moved through the bulk of the bar, people shifting and making space for him, was impressive, unlike you – fighting to trot behind him –. Truly a testament to his reputation as an agent, and his recent mission in Spain. For months, that was all anyone could talk about – within reason-. Only you, and a select few others were privy to the gory details of what Leon had to endure, what Ashley Graham had to suffer through, what Hunnigan had to organise and guide Leon through.

It was your job to process all that information, like a silent third party along with Hunnigan, cherry picking what could be used for official Presidential debriefs to the public, and what would be kept under lock and key within the D.S.O. data bank.

Naturally, if you spoke a word if it to anyone outwith, you would be wiped off the company records, with perhaps even worse consequences. It contributed to your recent bout of silence, lack of socialising with others, which didn't go unnoticed amongst your peers. So many of them wanted to know about Leon, about the mission, with promises not to spread the secrets of what you were looking at. But you were clever in dodging such requests, and a part of you felt a little twinge of greed that only you were allowed this part of Leon, whereas everyone had to share the public side of Leon.

You looked up from the bottle in your hands to the back of Leon, his broad shoulders stretching out the t-shirt he was wearing. As if sensing your eyes on him, Leon looked over his shoulder to check if you were still towing behind him and not cut off by the people surrounding you both as you moved. His pale blue eyes focused on you, before he turned his attention back to the front.

He led you to a small corner of the bar, adjacent to the entrance where there were fewer people, cooler air from the door constantly opening, but most importantly, a vacant stool and table. Leon stood beside the table and pulled the chair out for you, opting to stand in favour of you resting your feet.

“This is a little better, can certainly hear one another a bit clearer here.” Leon said, his voice not as loud now that there were fewer people around you both to drown you out or make it harder to hear one another. With the way Leon stood, it felt like his body was fencing you in, protecting you from the hustle and bustle of the bar.

“Yeah, thank you.” You answered, sighing as you nodded before taking another sip of your beer. “Hey- what do I owe you?” You asked, tapping on your bottle.

Leon waved a hand dismissively at you and shook his head. “S’not a problem.” He answered with a crooked smirk.

You knew agents tended to get freebies, so it wouldn’t surprise you if Leon of all people was able to order an entire round for the bar and not have to pay a penny. You thanked him for your drink at the very least, and would make a note of it the next time he needed a meeting scheduled last minute or something to land on your boss’ desk in his favour as soon as possible.

“I heard from Hunnigan that you're coming along with handling the case notes from the mission to Spain?” Leon commented, shifting his weight from one side to the other. “Hope it’s not throwing up any issues for you…dealing with that stuff.” He said, genuine and sympathetic, ever the way Leon conducted himself.

“It’s…it’s been…a lot.” You answered truthfully, but went a little wide-eyed with embarrassment at your admission. “Don’t get me wrong! You had to…go through it. What I meant was just…It’s been…I didn’t mean.” You were stumbling over your words now, a mixture of exhaustion from working yourself to the bone, paired with a slightly light weight aptitude towards alcohol, topped off with the heady noise and busy patronage of the bar. Your head felt muddled and you felt ridiculous trying to articulate yourself in front of Leon.

“Hey, I get it.” Leon cut in, trying to spare you the self-mortification. “It’s not easy, no matter what end you have to deal with it.” He reasoned, gesturing from himself and then to you, tapping the base of his beer bottle gently to the neck of yours with a little ‘clink’ to lighten the mood.

 “True…but I guess if I had to choose which end I’d be on-” You said, looking at Leon’s forearm where you noticed scars, previous injuries that you knew all too well, having witnessed in the bodycam footage captured via leon. “-I’d rather be dealing with the paperwork side.” You finished, eyes flicking up to look into Leon’s.

He was focused from where you were lingering on his arm, then to you. It was a marvel you thought, how someone so stoic, so strong, could possess such soft and angelic features. You saw the smallest of smiles tug at the corner of Leon’s mouth, hidden away all too quickly when he raised his beer up to sip heartily at it.

“I guess…you’ve seen all the files then?” Leon queried a little reluctantly, not wishing to open any wounds for yourself. You could tell he wasn’t used to talking in depth, especially about this topic.

“Multiple times.” You confirmed with a sombre nod. “It doesn’t get easy.” You added with a shrug, sipping your beer.

“What do you mean?” Leon asked curiously, his brow furrowing as he watched you carefully.

Leon could see you hesitate, and he softly brushed his knuckles against the back of your hand.

"Hey, it's quite loud...and so long as you don't blurt out anything damning, you don't have to worry about ears burning." Leon said, sensing your reluctance to talk even remotely about his mission. Truthfully, you had internalised so much of it and kept the details of what you had been assigned a secret so well, that being able to talk about it, even hint about it out loud, seemed almost physically impossible for you.

You shuffled a little in your seat, trying to find your sentence, your fingers tracing the label of your beer, the droplets of condensation coating the pads of your fingers.

“Watching everything you had to go through…and to do it all alone.” You said. “You risked your life to save Ashley…to save so many people.” You looked down at your hands, soft and clean, then briefly you looked at Leon’s, thick with scars and callouses. “Watching what you had to endure…it’s not the same as actually enduring it.” You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I just feel conflicted.”

“Conflicted?” Leon pressed, leaning a little on the table and closer to you.

You felt your chest tighten a little at how close he was to you now, to the point where you could smell his expensive aftershave, make out the little dimple in his chin, the faint beauty marks and moles that decorated his warm skin, tiny details that were otherwise lost.

“To endure what you had to…and…for no one to truthfully understand what it all felt like.” You answered, eyes flicking up to meet his. “What it…what it still feels like.”

Leon’s eyes narrowed a little at your explanation, and you felt slightly awash with fear that you had upset or angered him. It wasn’t exactly the ideal place to be swapping trauma, in a noisy bar, half drinking and exhausted from your twelve hour stint in the office.

“What are you doing?” You suddenly asked, the thought blurting out a little as you looked at Leon. His silent and confused expression made you sigh slightly. “Sitting here, talking to an office dweller. The Leon s. Kennedy, all American hero. You survived countless world ending scenarios, saved the President's daughter! You should be with them, celebrating, relaxing, sharing glory stories.” You softly ushered to Leon, looking behind you at the vast groups of D.S.O agents, some slumming it in booths, smooth talking your office colleagues, charming them with little effort with intimate whispers, arms slung around their shoulders.

You turned back around to face Leon, his gaze cast out to the bar before it fell back to you. He huffed a little and shrugged.

“You know what really happened. Not some ‘glory story’.” Leon said, his thumb circling the neck of his own beer bottle. “They know only what the D.S.O want them to, that an agent from the organisation saved the Presidents daughter, ooh-rah.” He said with a mocking chant, thumping his fist lightly on the wobbly bar table to accentuate his impression of his fellow agents.

“Every time I come into your building…I feel better finding you there.” Leon confessed, and it caught you a little off guard. “Knowing someone is there, who knows the truth of what happened. Someone who…-“ His sentence tapered out into the void.

“Leon?” You coaxed, reaching out to gently rest your hand on his forearm to ease the visible tension growing inside him.

“I don’t have to pretend to be some sort of hero around you. It’s a nice feeling, takes a bit of pressure off.” Leon finally finished, looking at your hand on his arm before looking over your features, taking your sympathy in. “And I guess…I wanted to pursue it further. S'why I wanted to sit with you...an 'office dweller'” he smirked into himself at your not so flattering pet name for yourself and your colleagues.

Your heart was ramming into your chest at this point. The way he was looking at you, as if you were the only person in the entire bar. The way the street lights and the warm bar lights mixed together, illuminating Leon's gorgeous features for you. He frowned a little when he watched you begin to softly giggle into yourself, shaking your head from side to side.

“What’s funny?” He asked stiffly, slightly embarrassed by your reaction.

“It’s nothing. Just that…in the office you’re renowned for being sweet yet silent.” You smirked and looked away bashfully from Leon. “You don’t say anything to anyone above a greeting or a goodbye, sometimes a thank you.” You looked back at Leon, your cheeks a little red from the conversation and the alcohol beginning to dull your senses.

“Guess you bring it out in me.” Leon coyly replied, charming and quick.

“I must admit, I did appreciate that in your audio files.” You said. “The one liners did lighten the mood. Though I think you gotta work on your material.” You softly criticised.

“Is that so?” Leon said, and leaned in closer to you, his mouth inches away from the shell of your ear, immediately drawing all amusement from your demeanour. “Seems to be working on you.” He whispered, and your body involuntarily shuddered as you felt his soft breath against your skin.

You turned your head a fraction to the side, and grazed your cheek against Leon’s as he made to pull back. Leon paused halfway, hovering for a moment, his lips close to the corner of your mouth. The air quickly shifted from flirty and playful, to serious and heady. Leon’s lips parted, and you saw his eyes look down at your mouth, visibly, shyly contemplating it.

“L-Leon.” You muttered, digging your thumbnail into the side of your finger with anticipation.

“You…you got somewhere to go after this?” Leon asked, stepping a little closer to you, his hand reaching up to tentatively brush his fingers across your knuckles. “Some…one?” He clarified.

“No.” You answered immediately, and honestly. The briskness in your response amused Leon, as his crooked smile made your heart ache with need.

“It’s getting a little cramped in here…don’t you think?” Leon asked, though his true intent was blatant and obvious.

He wanted you. Immediately. Desperately.

“Very cramped.” You swallowed thickly and briefly looked around you, a fraction of you checking to make sure that your colleague wasn’t spying from a hidden corner of the bar. A part of you knew that if anyone caught wind of this, it was going to be the talk of the office.

“Perhaps we should…go somewhere private.” Leon said, watching as you got up from your seat.

“Where did you have in mind?” You asked, the slight tremor in your voice giving away your nervous keenness for what Leon had in store for you.

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Leon held you by the hand, squeezing and releasing his grasp reflexively as he tugged you beside him to follow out into the cold night air. It was late now, well past midnight, and the streets weren’t as busy as earlier, but still the pair of you had to dodge a stray cab or two to get to the other end of the street where Leon had parked. You reached his car, big, black, shiny, and absolutely funded by the D.S.O. Before you could pause to catch your breath, Leon pulled you in close, and closed his mouth over yours.

His hands cupped your cheeks, holding you in place as he kissed you. Your mind was swimming, instinctively your arms reached up and wrapped around Leon’s neck whilst he snaked his strong arms around your torso, lifting and pulling you impossibly tighter to his body. You were flush against Leon as he pushed your back into the cool, hard surface of his car, effectively trapping you between it and him. Testing the waters, you playfully nipped at Leon’s lower lip, earning you an amused huff from him.

“Nice office girls don’t kiss like that.” Leon mumbled teasingly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“Funny, I thought the same thing about the sweet and polite D.S.O poster boy” You playfully whispered back against Leon’s soft lips.

“Then I really am going to shatter your idea of me.” Leon huffed and kissed you again, this time harder and with more hunger.

You felt Leon swipe his tongue against your mouth, searching for the tip of yours which you allowed. The pair of you continued your fevered kissing, until you started to notice droplets of rain, falling down onto the side walk, creating a hissing sound that gradually increased as the rain intensified.

“Get inside.” Leon instructed, his voice low as he panted against you, his hand snaking around you to unlock and open the door to the back seat of his car.

Immediately you got in, crawling backwards across the oxblood red seats, the smell of new car and leather filling your nostrils, your clothes clinging a little to your body, damp from getting caught in the rain.  Leon crawled in after you and shut the door, locking it behind him and tossing the keys into the driver seat before turning his attention back to you. Immediately, his pale blue eyes looked darker, hooded and starving for you as he glowered over your features…then, your body.

“Leon.” You moaned his name as he crawled atop of you, inviting himself between your thighs, your jeans rubbing together and feeling all too constricting.

“I like when you say my name. Not my surname, not my agency name...my name.” Leon said, hands on either side of your head, braced up on the door you leaned against. “I want you to keep saying it…like that.” He said, leaning down to briefly peck at your lips before his mouth travelled off to your cheek, your jawline, then settling on your neck.

You moaned immediately, unashamedly loudly as Leon sucked in the sensitive flesh upon your throat, his teeth toying gently and grazing against you, sucking and sucking, no doubt leaving beautifully dark marks. Your hands reached up to hold onto Leon’s waist, squeezing him there before your hands travelled a little lower. Feeling a surge of confidence, you tucked your hands under Leon’s shirt, relishing in the heat radiating off his tanned skin. His muscles were taut as you grazed your fingers up and towards his pectorals, skimming your fingers over his nipples, the touch enough to wring a gratuitous grumble out of Leon which you felt vibrate into your throat from his mouth.

Leon reluctantly separated his mouth from you, your name tumbling from his mouth as he sat back to tug off his shirt entirely, leaving his upper half bare to you. Immediately, your eyes took him in, every inch of exposed skin, every hair, scar, mole, freckle and mark was yours to drink in. Your attention was broken off when you felt Leon’s index finger hook under your chin, tilting your head up a little.

“I want to make you feel good.” He said. “You deserve it…and I should be the one who gives it to you. You know every intimate detail about me, seems only fair we level the playing field, huh sweetheart?" He muttered before kissing you for the umpteenth time that night.

Your hands resumed their position upon Leon’s toned body, softly smoothing and massaging at him, alleviating any tension or tightness in his muscles you could find, greedily learning your lover’s body. Leon’s fingers travelled to between your bodies where he circled his thumb against the button of your jeans, his eyes glistening as they looked into yours, seeking permission.

“I want this…I want you…Leon.” You said, reaching up to gently cup Leon’s face, smoothing your thumb across his sharp cheekbone and jaw.

Your button popped open in one fluid motion with Leon’s deft fingers, and he unzipped you slowly, the sound filling the tight confines of his car and sending a wave of arousal through you. Leon shuffled his body backwards to allow him purchase in tugging your jeans down, exposing your cotton underwear to him. You felt slightly conscious at the lack of attractiveness in your underwear, although had you known that your night was going to end up like this, with who it entangled with? Perhaps you would have made different outfit options.

Leon’s eyes unashamedly stared down at your underwear, paying particular attention to the damp and glistening patch at the seam of you. His mouth watered as he finished rolling your jeans off your legs along with your shoes, leaving your bottom half bare save for your socks and underwear.

“Spread your legs a little more.” Leon softly instructed, taking a hold of your ankles to help guide you.

The sentence itself made your stomach flip and a pool of heat gather at your already slick centre. You managed to open yourself up a little more for Leon, allowing him to kneel comfortably between your legs in the footwell of the opposite passenger seat. His mouth latched onto the soft and abundant flesh of your inner thighs, loudly kissing and travelling his way up further and further, to where you both desired him to be the most.

“L-Leon.” You whimpered as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your underwear, his lips faintly coated with your slickness.

“God you’re perfect.” Leon said as he looked from your underwear up the length of you. He couldn’t help the smirk the spread across his face as you blushed down at him, your brows knitted together with need.

You watched as Leon pressed his mouth to you fully, the thin cotton fabric of your underwear being the only barrier between Leon and your sex. Despite this, you couldn’t help but let out a withheld moan of satisfaction as the warmth and pressure of Leon’s tongue relinquished some of the growing tension inside you. But you knew it wouldn’t be long before you needed more.

Leon licked you through your underwear, occasionally pausing to hum his closed mouth against you as he tasted your slickness through the fabric. After several seconds, you jolted as you felt his fingers begin to tug and remove your underwear, the cool air suddenly hitting your heat, forcing your body to shiver with anticipation.

“I’ve thought about this before y’know.” Leon confessed, his lips slightly glossy from you. “But in the office…bent over a desk, my mouth on you.” Leon quirked a brow at you as he leaned back down between your legs. “This will do though.” He reasoned with a wry smirk.

“Leon!” You exclaimed loudly as his mouth found your slicked pussy.

Your hands flew down to latch onto his dusky, blonde hair, holding on for purchase as Leon lazily ate you out. He was slow, painfully slow as he slid his tongue through you, before sucking on your clit lovingly, hungrily. You were a mess now, Leon’s name leaving your mouth in gasps, cries, moans, entirely wanton and unashamedly loud for him.

“S’this okay?” Leon asked between movements, glaring up at you, watching your face twist in ecstasy for him.

“Y-Yes” You admitted. “It…it’s amazing…you’re…y’you’re amazing.” you moaned and looked down yourself at where his mouth connected to you, the scene before you was utterly pornographic and you committed it entirely to memory.

“Good girl.” Leon praised you with a smirk before going back down on you.

This time, you felt something nudging at your entrance, and you quickly realised Leon was coaxing you with his middle and ring finger. He looked up at you again, once more to silently ask for permission. A part of you was amused and fascinated that despite his red-blooded demeanour in the moment, Leon was at his heart a gentleman.

“Y-Yes” You panted your go-ahead, and loudly groaned out Leon’s name as his fingers slipped inside you, all the way, up until he was knuckle deep inside of you.

Leon curved his fingers against the hidden spot that made you see stars, whilst his mouth returned to your swollen clit. His fingers stretched you, warm and tight, a slight twinge of pain that contrasted perfectly with your overstimulated nerves. The combination of his mouth and fingers made you incoherent; babbling, cursing and chanting Leon’s name like it was a prayer to the roof of the car. One hand kept a firm grip on Leon’s scalp, whilst the other reached up and grabbed onto the passenger grip above the door. Leon’s pace increased, coaxing you towards your release, wanting nothing more than to see you fall apart and taste you.

It didn’t take long for you to sense yourself grow close, Leon’s loving mouth never leaving you and never pausing. Your head fell back as you felt your orgasm roll through your body, your hips lifting and canting a little into Leon’s eager mouth. Your body pulsed around Leon’s fingers as you rode them, effectively fucking yourself in the palm of his hand.

“Oh! Oh Fuck! L-Leon!” You exclaimed loudly as your release practically tore through you.

Leon watched you eagerly as you came, your body spasming from the aftermath of his mouth and hands. After several moments, you came back to earth a little more, swallowing thickly as a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin, flushed and riled up. You looked beyond Leon’s smug expression to how the tinted windows were now fogged up, beads of condensation rolling down the dark glass. The rain was heavy, and drummed against the roof of the car, mixing with the sound of your laboured breathing.

“You okay?” Leon asked, his soft demeanour returning as he leaned over you, pressing a gentle, loving kiss to your forehead, then down to your mouth where you tasted yourself on him.

“M’okay.” You sighed with a goofy smile, your mind utterly fucked from your orgasm, your dishevelled demeanour amusing Leon. “You…really thought…about doing this…in the office?” You asked, the question forcing a deep rumble of a chuckle to leave Leon.

“Especially when you wear that satin blouse…the dark blue one.” He said, and immediately you knew which one it was.

“I guess…I’ll wear it more often.” You mused and chuckled breathily.

“You’re gonna cause a stir in the office if you do that.” Leon hummed against your mouth.

Leon kissed you, and smoothed his fingers between your slick seam, briefly dipping his digits into your sensitive entrance again. You moaned wantonly into his mouth, your legs instinctively widening for more of him.

“Leon…I…I need…I” You stuttered, unable to focus on your words as Leon teased you.

“I know what you need.” He finished for you, lips ghosting over yours. Your hands went from Leon’s biceps as he kissed you, to finding and attempting to undo his belt. But just as you began to gain some purchase on the supple leather of his belt, Leon's hand halted you.

You looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear in case you had sorely misread something lost in the silence.

“I want to…believe me.” Leon said, his own hand shifting yours a smidge lower than his belt for you to palm at his hard erection through his jeans. Leon strained a moan, your name falling from him in a silent plea before what was left of his resolve came back. “But…not in the back seat of my car. Maybe another time…but…right now? I’d like to take you apart in my bed.” he tilted his head as he looked you over, your cheeks blushing under the little light his tinted windows allowed in from the street lamp he was parked under.

You could have melted right then and there, Leon’s honeyed words coating you, rendering you a pining fool for him.

“You really are trying to shatter that golden poster boy illusion, huh?” You chuckled breathily, gently nudging your knee against Leon’s waist as he remained over and between you, his hand still cupping over yours, his groin rubbing and humping into your palm lazily.

You test the waters, and softly squeeze his hardening erection through the fabric of his trousers. Your eyes flick up from Leon's groin to his eyes as they press shut, jaw set as he grunts out a huff of pleasure at your gesture.

“Gonna need a yes or a no on that invitation back to mine sweetheart.” Leon grumbled as he opened his eyes a fraction, his resolve holding on by a thread now.

“Well…wouldn’t want us to get a parking ticket.” You coyly whisper, delivering another soft squeeze to Leon’s anatomy.

His hand squeezed tightly around your wrist, halting your teasing, otherwise he knew he wouldn’t make the drive back, he would have to have you then and there.

“You’re not fucking him again, are you?” Michelle, your only non-momfriend leaned against the counter. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you retorted, bending down to get a better look at the brownies in the oven. 

Michelle huffed. “I’m only saying … you’re making a lot of excuses for absent father behaviour. The only thing I can think of that could cause that kind of amnesia is dick.”

You motioned for her to step aside as you opened the oven door, took out the tray and placed it on the counter. “When these cool, try them for taste, will you?” 

“Don’t try to change the subject. I’ll gladly remind you of you ugly crying in my apartment when that Ada girl picked up his phone in the middle of the night.”

You sighed. “Michelle, I’m not fucking him again. In fact, I’m not fucking anyone. And especially not at my daughter’s seventh birthday party.” 

She narrowed her eyes on you. “Show me your bra.” 

“What?” 

“If you’re not trying to fuck him, why are you wearing a matching set? I saw your thong when you bent over to take the brownies out.” 

“Michelle,” you squealed and pulled your jeans up by the belt hoops. 

She chuckled. “Only messing with you.” She tentatively dabbed a finger on one of the brownies to check the consistency. “Very suspicious reaction though, I gotta say.” 

You grimaced. You better not tell her you also shaved your entire body last night. Not for Leon obviously. Just in case some attractive dad showed their face or something and you wanted to feel confident. Or who were you kidding? You wanted to feel confident in your own skin in order to deal with the other parents. You hadn’t seen a hot single dad in a long time. And even if you did, they didn’t have any time either. 

Meeting someone and getting laid as a single parent was no easy feat. You simply had no time to date and no interest to open up your life enough to let anyone in properly. Besides Lottie, there was no room for anyone taking up your time. Even for casual sex, you needed to organise a babysitter. Most men just weren’t worth the effort. But you and Michelle both agreed you deserved some fun encounters every once in a while. 

“How many grams did you put in these?” 

You blinked. “What?” 

Michelle inspected the brownies, deadpan. 

“It’s my daughter’s birthday party, I did not bake space brownies.” 

“But wouldn’t it be so funny if you did?” She shot you a grin and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“The kids aren’t even the problem, the other moms however,” you blew out a breath. 

“Here.” Michelle handed you a cup of coffee. “And fuck them, you do everthing for your daughter. You even baked her brownies from scratch because she requested them,” your friend replied, using her hands to fan said brownies as if that would make them cool quicker. 

“Show me one of those suburbian bitches who could handle being a single mom, hm?” 

You sighed, tentatively taking a sip of coffee and leaning back against the counter. “I feel like I’m never doing enough, you know?”

She gently touched your shoulder, but her gaze was stern. “Which brings me back to Leon needing to step the fuck up.”

You ran a finger along the rim of the cup. “It’s complicated, you know that.” 

Michelle shook her head in annoyance. “There’s nothing complicated about being a little more involved in the ballet recitals and parent-teacher meetings. You work shifts at the diner and still get it all done.” 

“I take Lottie with me sometimes. It’s not like he can do that,” you said.

Michelle lifted her cup to her full lips. “Please, he’s a cop, not some kind of government special agent working in bioweapons or something.” 

You choked on your coffee, coughing and gasping for air. You had never told Michelle anything. Leon’s job was highly confidential. The fact that she had just casually hit bull’s eye caught you off guard. 

While you were battling asphyxiation, she checked her watch. 

“What time is he showing up anyway?” You avoided her gaze. He was Lottie’s dad. Granted, he hadn’t been an angel and there were a bunch of reasons you two had called it quits, but neither of you had planned to have a baby at twenty-one either.  Just like Leon hadn’t planned on showing up to his first day of work the night after you had told him you were pregnant and the world quite literally ending. Just like you hadn’t planned on the father of your child being force recruited into a top secret government programme right after you had given birth. 

It was all a little much to go through while your frontal lobe wasn’t fully developed yet. And neither of you knew even the first thing about being healthy partners for each other. 

“You’re making excuses for him in your head again, aren’t you?” Michelle’s voice cut through your thoughts like a knife. 

You opened your mouth to retort something but the doorbell rang and you raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s probably him.” 

You glanced outside, hoping to see Leon’s car in your driveway, even just to prove your point. Instead, you saw your daughter’s friend Brinleigh-Mae and her god awful mother. The first guests of the afternoon. “Shit,” you cursed and Michelle craned her neck to see who it was. 

“Where do you keep your whiskey?” she mouthed and pointed her chin at your coffee cup, as she took it out of your hands. “I’ll make us some Irish coffees.”  You shook your head no and walked up to the door, but not missing the casual shrug Michelle did before tiptoeing to one of your cabinets. 

Brinleigh’s mother greeted you with the fakest smile you had ever seen. “Where’s the birthday girl?” 

You smiled back, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “She’s upstairs. You’re a little early,” you said. “Hi Brinleigh.”

The mom pushed her child forward into your house, her floral perfume wafting over you. “We were hoping to finally meet Mr. Kennedy. Lottie has been talking about him non stop the past few days.” 

You pursed your lips, cheeks growing hot. “He’s not here.” You cleared your throat. “Yet.” 

“I am,” you heard Leon’s voice coming from further up the driveway. He had just gotten out of his car, carrying a giant present for Lottie. “Sorry, I’m late. I just got back from Spain yesterday. I’m so jetlagged.” The timbre of his voice made your stomach flutter. Fuck. Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, god, fuck. How sex-starved were you that all of a sudden your ex started sounding delicious again? He looked delicious, too. 

To your horror, he pressed a feather light kiss to your temple and you caught Michelle watching you both through the kitchen window. You squeezed your lips together, hands hanging by your side because if you lifted them and returned his hug, you would come dangerously close to his bicep. 

Michelle held up the coffee cup and a bottle of liquor, nodding. “I got you,” she mouthed and you sent a small express prayer upstairs to live through this kids birthday party unscathed. 

Much to your surprise, you actually made it to the end of the night alive. And much to Michelle’s dismay, Leon did really step up today and took the lead in pretty much everything. He apologised for showing up late and promised you he'd take over from here so you could just sit back and enjoy spending Lottie’s seventh birthday with her. After all the presents had been opened and nearly all of the brownies were gone, Lottie insisted on being carried to bed. Leon would never deny his daughter a single wish and lifted her up in one smooth motion, her hands locked tight around his neck. The sight of it pulled on your heartstrings---and your ovaries.

You frantically searched for Michelle’s eyes, but she just slapped her thighs and murmured, “Well, time for me to go.” 

“Wait,” you reached out an arm toward her like Lottie had reached out for Leon earlier. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Michelle whispered before slipping into her coat and boots. 

“That doesn’t help,” you hissed, but she just shrugged and pulled the door shut behind her. You rubbed your temples and your gaze fell onto the whiskey Michelle had brought out to spice up your coffees. You hadn’t had any, of course. But all the kids were gone now, so you figured why not? You changed into your pyjamas, put your hair up in a messy bun and poured yourself a glass, leaving all the paper plates and food scraps for tomorrow morning. You were absolutely wrecked. Hanging out with a whole bunch of seven year olds running a muck in your house and trying to keep them all alive—no matter how present Leon was in all this—was no joke. 

“She’s out,” Leon murmured, closing the door to the hallway. 

“Fancy a drink?” 

He looked at you, eyes snagging on the way your boy shorts barely contained the curve of your ass. “Sure.” 

You poured him a glass too and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to you. “You did great today.” 

You felt the couch dip beside you. “Don’t lie. I was so late.” He threw back his drink in one go. “I want to do better. I know I haven’t shown up for Lottie as much as I should have. I didn’t even know she’s been having all those ballet recitals.” 

You grimaced, but didn’t say anything. He figured it out himself, good. 

“So you can stop punishing me now.” 

“Punish you?” your brows shot up and your head whipped around to him. 

“You’re wearing the same shirt you broke up with me in. Which is also my shirt. The irony isn’t lost on me.” 

“I—,” you lifted up the hem of your shirt a little, barely exposing a sliver of skin above your belly button. You hadn’t even realised what you were wearing. Or had been wearing to bed almost every night, your favourite pyjama combo. It was his. Oh hell no.

Leon drew in a sharp breath. Was he…? No, surely not. For all you knew he was having a weird on and off again fling with that Ada girl. 

“I can take it off, if it bothers you,” you murmured, taking a sip from your drink. 

“God, no,” Leon cut in, frantically and you looked at him. His eyes flicked to your chest for only a split second, but you saw it clear as day. You rolled your shoulders back a little, lifting up your boobs with the barely detectable movement. 

“Are you—did you—” Leon furrowed his brows, leaning forward, staring shamelessly at your tits. “Did you get your nipples pierced?” 

You huffed out a laugh. “Oh those? Yeah, Michelle’s idea.” 

It was the whiskey for sure. Because nowhere near in your sober mind would you ever do what you were about to do next. You pulled the shirt over your head, exposing your pierced tits to Leon, the waft of cold air making your nipples harden. 

Leon licked his lips. “Interesting.” He peeled his gaze away. “I uh, I should probably leave.” He shifted on the couch. 

“Okay,” you whispered, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. Had you actually just shown Leon of all people your pierced nipples when he didn’t even ask? You slung your arms around your chest, waiting for Leon to get up and leg it. 

But he didn’t. His mouth opened and closed like he didn’t know what to say, all while his hands were awkwardly propped up either side of his thighs. Your gaze fell onto the prominent bulge in his pants. Oh. 

You let your arms fall to your sides, casually leaning back on your elbows. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. You didn’t think Michelle meant Leon, but sure who cared about the fine print? Fuck it. In fact, fuck him. You deserved a little bit of fun. Who was taking care of Lottie? Putting food on the table, driving her to ballet twice a week? You deserved a reward. 

When Leon didn’t look, you got up and casually took his glass. “Another one?” 

He lifted his head, coming face to face with your chest. “Or do you want to keep pretending like we’re not both not thinking about screwing each other’s brains out right now? Your choice.” That was all Leon needed. 

His  hands pulled at the back of your thighs and you collapsed into his lap with a yelp. His mouth was on your tits instantly, sucking your nipple and the cold metal between his lips. “Why do they taste like house keys?” 

“Because you’re home, baby,” you whispered and gasped when he trailed kisses up your neck and crashed your lips to his. You couldn’t believe you were kissing Leon like that, all needy and pathetic. Panting and rubbing up against him like a sex-crazed whore. But he was just as bad as you, pressing his rock hard cock into you, the fabric of your boy short barely numbing any sensation. 

“Leon, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, as he grabbed a fistful of your ass and bucked up against you. 

“Tell me no and I’ll stop,” he breathed, but you didn’t tell him to stop. Instead you rubbed your pussy up against the seam of his jeans, desperate for the friction of it. Ever the attentive lover, Leon noticed instantly and slipped one hand between you, groaning when he felt the slick wetness seeping through the fabric of your shorts. 

“We’ll do this just this once,” he whispered, fingers dipping beneath your waistband. “Just for me to apologise and—fuck.” A finger slipped into you to the knuckle like it was nothing. “You’re so wet.” He started curling his finger inside your walls, his thumb gently pressing against your clit. Your back arched, pressing your pierced tits into his face. 

“Lottie,” you hissed. “What if she comes in?” 

Leon groaned into your chest, slipping his hands out between your legs and you squirmed at the loss. He hooked his arms under your legs and lifted you off the couch. Without even looking where he was going, he kept kissing you like his life depended on it, as he carried you to your bedroom. He still knew his way around. Of course. This used to be his house, too. 

He locked the door and you fumbled for his belt, popping open the button on his pants. He set you down and slipped his shirt over his head, revealing the muscled plains of his stomach rippling under smooth skin. You reached out for the scar right under his ribcage and he shivered at the touch. The next kiss was sweeter, softer and he rested his head against yours, as he watched you push his pants over his hips. 

“I missed you,” he breathed, eyes locked to yours. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you pushed his boxers down, too. “Just fuck me, Leon, please.” 

His cock sprang free, the heavy length of it hitting your belly. Leon quite possibly had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. Long and thick, slightly curved at the tip that was already glistening for you. Your mouth watered at the sheer sight of him. You wanted to kiss it, lick it, taste it. Dropping to your knees, you pulled his hips forward, looking up at him as your lips barely ghosted over the tip. 

Leon stared at you, brows drawn together in helpless arousal, full lips parted. “Fuck,” he exhaled shakily and your tongue darted forward, giggling at the moan that elicited from him. He tasted salty and like soft skin that was begging for your touch, stretched over hard flesh. You tentatively licked up the seam on the head of his cock and Leon’s head fell back and his hips pushed forward, desperate for you to take him into your mouth. 

You clicked your tongue in disapproval. “Be a good boy for me and stay in place.”

Leon whined and covered his face with his arm. “Lick it, suck it, fucking do something.” 

“Ah, ah, ah,” you scolded him again. “Be nice.”

“Please, suck me off, ah—” he pleaded and you finally licked in one broad stroke over his tip, closed your lips around him and sucked him in, hollowing out your cheeks. His desperate groan went straight between your legs, and you hummed in response, the vibration drawing a whimper from Leon. A hand threaded into your hair, removing the hair tie and gathering it up at the back of your head by himself. You pushed forward, taking him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and saliva ran down either side of it. You gagged and came back up for air, a string of spit connecting your lips to your favourite toy. 

Leon cursed and his eyes found yours, realigning his cock with your mouth and pushing in slowly. You sucked at it, gliding up and down his thick length, never breaking eye contact. Leon’s eyes glazed over and his lips twitched, a loud moan falling from his lips as you sank down again, throat bobbing around him. 

“Ah fuck, oh fuck, holy shit,” he whined, pulling you off him by your hair, releasing him with a lewd popping sound. 

He didn’t say a word before he manhandled you onto the bed, pressing his hips flush into yours. 

“Do you have protection?” he breathed heavily, one arm caging you in, the other pinching your pierced nipple. You pressed your eyes shut, at the sensation and at the realisation you had absolutely no condoms in your house whatsoever. You shook your head, squirming underneath him and rubbing your slick folds against his cock.

Leon swallowed, aligning himself with your entrance, circling your clit with his other hand. “It’s fine, I’ll pull out,” he panted. 

It wasn’t fine. That’s how you had ended up with Lottie in the first place. But you were too far gone to be burdened with reason now. 

He pushed in and you whined at the delicious stretch, clawing at his shoulders, leaving little half-moon indents in his smooth skin. 

“Fuck, Leon, you feel so good,” you moaned, as he started moving, pushing in a little deeper at every thrust. “You’re so big.” Your lips fell open in a perfect ‘o’ shape and you closed your legs around his waist. 

“I’m only giving you half, baby,” he chuckled, snapping his hips into yours and pushing in all the way in one punishing stroke. Your eyes fell open and you held onto him for dear life, as he knocked the breath out of your lungs. 

“Can you still handle all of it?” he whispered in your ear, pulling out to the tip. You nodded forehead resting against his shoulder. 

“Yes, Leon, yes.” 

“Say my name like that again,” he ordered, pushing back in and you cried out, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. 

“I love it when you say my name like that.” He drew in a sharp breath, looking between you, at where you were joined, obscene squelching sounds and skin slapping against skin filling the bedroom. 

“Leon,” you moaned and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing his eyes shut to not spill into you right then and there. Your pussy clenched around him and he pulled out, his breathing ragged. 

You mewled at the loss, but didn’t have time to grieve long, as Leon was moving down your body, throwing your legs over his shoulders and replacing his cock with his mouth, sucking your clit until you cried out, arching off the bed. He lapped up your juices like he was starving for it, starving for you, tongue playing with your clit, sucking it into his mouth, pushing his tongue into your pussy and groaning into you when he felt you ripple. 

You wanted to say real words, you did. You wanted to praise him, tell him how good he was, how close you were to coming all over his pretty face, but all you could do was moan and writhe like the cockdrunk slut you were. 

“Come for me, baby,” Leon groaned, adding two fingers and fucking you with both his hands and his mouth. 

Your moans became high pitched and you shook your head in disbelief at the intensity with which you could feel your orgasm building.  

“Leon, oh my god, oh my god.” You cried out, thighs clamping around Leon’s head, locking him in like a vice. Release crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving nothing and no one in its wake. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah,” Leon moaned, licking you through every wave of your orgasm. You barely had regained your bearings, when Leon flipped you over, gravity making you sink down on his cock. 

“Ride me,” he panted, “fuck yourself on my cock.” 

And you did, taking him deep enough to hit your cervix at every stroke, tits bouncing in rhythm with your movements. 

“I missed you, so fucking much,” you whimpered, reaching down to prop yourself up on Leon’s pecs, bouncing on his cock. 

A smile spread across his lips, quickly wiped out by his entire face contorting in pleasure. You felt him twitch inside of you and you picked up your pace, Leon’s moans urging you on. You loved that he had never been quiet in bed. Leon was very vocal, always had been. You loved that he let you know exactly how good you made him feel, every desperate whimper falling from his lips a praise for how well you were doing. 

Leon propped himself up against the headboard, slinging his arms around you, pulling you closer. “Grab the headboard,” he ordered, the words having a hard time slipping past his lips. He was so close. 

You did as you were told, using the wooden headboard as leverage to fuck him harder, his hips meeting you at every thrust. 

“Oh fuck.” His voice broke and his head fell forward, sucking one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. “Give me one more, baby, please, come with me.” His hand found your clit again, coaxing pathetic little whimpers from you somewhere between overstimulation and pure bliss. Your velvet walls pulsed around him again and your pace faltered, but Leon grabbed a handful of your ass and forced you to keep going. 

You let go of the headboard and grabbed his head, forcing him to look at you. Neither of you said a thing. You could see the climax in each other’s eyes and for a split second the whole world stopped moving. Before your hips snapped back together and tipped you over the edge. Leon desperately pulled you into him, a string of the most obscene moans tearing from his lips. You pulsed around him as he shot his load into you—pulling out be damned—painting your inner walls with his seed like fucking Picasso. 

“Oh god, Leon,” you panted as you came down, still feeling him twitch inside of you. “Oh fuck, ah.” 

You swallowed, mouth dry. Leon leaned back against the headboard, pulling you with him, cradling your head to his chest, whole body moving in sync with his heavy breaths. 

“Apology accepted,” you murmured, smacking your lips when you almost caught yourself drooling. 

“What?” 

“You said we’d do this once, for you to apologise. I accept.” 

Leon’s chest vibrated underneath you. “I don’t even—” He stopped himself. “I’m glad.” 

“This was so stupid. I’ll get Plan B in the morning.” You pushed yourself off his chest, gently climbing off him, biting your lip when he slipped out of you and pulled out a glob of cum with him. 

“You think so?” 

“Having unprotected sex with my ex who’s also sleeping with other people? Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged, snuggling into the pillows. 

“I’m not sleeping with other people,” Leon said, laying down beside you. 

You had to tell Michelle about this. Leon was not sleeping with other people. But you kept your cool. “Oh. I just assumed, you know.” 

“Are you sleeping with other people?” The panic he tried to pass off as non-chalance wasn’t lost on you. 

“I mean, we’re both allowed to sleep with other people. We’ve been broken up forever and it’s not like we owe each other anything.” 

Leon rolled over on his back, staring at the ceiling. “Right. We’re co-parenting. Well, you’ve been parenting more than I have.” 

“Yeah, but you cooperate well when asked,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips, remembering exactly how cooperative he had been only minutes ago. 

“So, this is a one time thing, right?” he whispered.

“I guess … I—”

Fall 2004

Leon unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped into the dark space. He kicked off his shoes, and threw his keys onto a small table near the door. He recently moved into a nicer apartment. He picked it because it was tongue in cheek, in the Kennedy-Warren Apartment Building. He liked his apartment. It was a spacious one bedroom, made to feel larger by the lack of furniture. He had all the essentials though, a couch and an armchair facing the wooden table the tv sat on. His bedroom was the same, housing a queen sized bed, two side tables and a wooden dresser. The walls remained bare, the white paint reflected any light that hit them. Leon dropped his gym bag onto the floor near the hall that led to his room.

He spent the last 2 hours taking advantage of the empty apartment gym space, hoping to be as prepared as he could be for his trip in the morning.

He was going to Spain. Personally selected by the President to go find his daughter, Ashley. She had gone missing from her college campus, but the abductors were not very careful about covering their tracks. The government was trying to keep this abduction under wraps, keeping the investigation small to not alarm the American public. Leon was being sent solo, his mission was to obtain and relay information on Ashley’s location so a full scale rescue could be organized. There was intel that some kind of religious cult had taken her.

Leon wouldn’t say he was excited, he was however, interested. He remembered learning about Spain’s beauty. He hoped he’d at least be able to see something cool while he was there, but knowing the mission at hand, he wasn’t too optimistic.

Leon decided to take a shower, he worked himself sweaty at the gym. The shower was brief and slightly cold. He threw on some random basketball shorts and headed back into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, Leon knew what to expect. There was a half empty carton of eggs, a 12 pack of beer and an almost empty half a gallon of milk.

I really need to do something about this.. He thought. I’ll deal with it when I get back.

Leon opted to grab a beer and order pizza. It was fairly late in the night, just past 9pm, his order missed most of the nighttime rush and he was given a 20-30 minute wait for delivery. While he waited he unpacked the gym bag, throwing the clothes into the washing machine, alongside whatever other random laundry he had lying around.

Leon had gotten used to the silence of his apartment. He actually began to enjoy the quiet calm this place brought him.

Nobody to answer to.

Nobody was breathing down his neck.

No obligations to uphold.

Nothing and Nobody.

Then there were the days when he’d get back from the field, wishing there was someone around to talk to. He thought about calling you weekly, but he’d convince himself that after everything you two had been through, it might be best to try to keep his distance. Plus it was the safest way to keep you uninvolved. He didn’t want to risk your life in any way, expose you to the horrors of the world. He didn’t always succeed however.

He considered your affect on him something of a drug, someone who could truly turn his brain off, someone who made him more honest. Not just with you, but with himself too. He felt a lot of guilt, believing he was ruining your life, one phone call at a time. Opening up wounds that you may have healed. Invading your happiness because he couldn’t move on. He wished he could come home to you after a mission and just unburden everything that happened.

But then, was it worth it to tell you about his life?

Would the information just drag you into the same pit he found himself in?

Would it destroy you just so he wasn’t alone in the knowledge?

He could never be so selfish.

This mindset stopped his fingers from hitting CALL on your name more times than he could count.

This was also the same mindset that led him to Ada. She didn’t really expect much out of him. She didn’t hold him to any standards outside of the occasional drunk sex. She lived a very similar life to him, so they had a sort of unspoken understanding. Neither of them would talk about work. They wouldn’t really talk about much. They’d had some good times, but it would always go back into bickering. It seemed like they could never get on the same page. Leon choked it up to their careers and lifestyles. He would do anything to stop the spread of BOWs, while her livelihood depended on their survival. It was something they’d never agree on. They had chemistry though, he couldn’t deny it and he lived in an almost constant state of loneliness, so fuck it.

The handful of times he and Ada met up, their relationship was very surface level and singularly focused. Then one of them would leave shortly after.

Leon never regretted hooking up with her, but he did wonder if this was all he’d ever get in this life. An occasional booty call with someone he hadn’t even fully finalized his feelings towards yet.

Leon stared at his phone. He considered texting Ada, inquiring about her location tonight. He spent a few minutes pondering the idea before deciding to pour himself an actual drink. He poured whiskey into a glass and sipped it carefully, looking out the window. The doorbell dragged him back to reality after a few minutes and an empty glass. He answered the door, paid for his pizza and brought it over to the kitchen table. After refilling his drink, and taking 3 slices Leon sat on the couch. He didn’t really sit and watch a lot of tv, always finding better ways to occupy his limited free time.

Tonight, he felt like tv was the safest option.

He flipped through the channels before settling on rerun episodes of Reno: 911 and enjoyed his food.

It was midnight before he got up. He’d eaten half the pizza and had 3 or 4 drinks. He wasn’t drunk but it helped take the edge off his anxiety. He cleaned the leftovers and turned off the few lights that were on. He did his nighttime routine and climbed into his bed, plugged in his phone and stared at the ceiling.

Leon closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable, hoping sleep would envelop him quickly.

He waited.

And he waited.

And he waited.

He turned onto his side and tried to bury his face in his pillow. He felt cold. It wasn’t particularly cold in DC but right now, he felt freezing.

Time passed and Leon was not getting any closer to sleep. His body felt tired, his eyes were tired, but his brain would not shut off. He was going over the details of the mission over and over again, wanting to ensure everything he knew so far was covered.

Another hour passed before Leon got up and grabbed a glass of water. He emptied the glass before refilling it again and headed back to bed. He laid back down and grabbed his phone, scrolling through the contacts until your name popped up.

Leon took a deep breath, imagining what you were doing now. He didn’t know if you worked tomorrow and it was late, so odds were you were fast asleep. Nonetheless, he pictured your room. He could envision the glow of your bedside light, the warmth of your sheets. He thought back to when he visited you, what it felt like listening to your heart. He never really felt cold when you were around.

He looked at your name and picture again. He lost the mental battle with himself and hit TEXT.

——

You looked over from your book to the phone buzz on the bedside table. Grabbing the phone you saw you had a new message from Leon.

Hey… u awake?

.

Yeah.

A minute passed before your phone lit back up. He was calling. You set your book fully aside as you answered the call, and shifted your body into more of a laying position.

“Isn’t it a little late for a social call Agent Kennedy?”

You teased into the mic.

A soft laugh came from the other end of the line.

“Who said anything about a social call?” Leon’s voice was low. He sounded exhausted.

“How are you tonight?”

“Better now that I've heard your voice. What are you doing up so late?”

“I was finishing a book. How about you?” You rolled onto your side, propping your head up with your free hand.

“Can’t sleep… I have a long flight tomorrow.” Leon sighed, shifting under the blanket.

“Yeah? Where are you going?”

Leon thought for a minute, toying with the idea of telling you the truth. “Europe.”

“That is a long flight. Ditching work for a vacation?”

Leon laughed. “I wish.” There was silence for a second. “I’d need to call you first either way, if I’m going on vacation I’d want you there.” Leon’s voice low.

“That does sound nice.”

“I can think of so many things we could do on a vacation.” Leon hummed at the thought.

“Yeah..? Like what?” Your voice came out in a whisper. Like you were asking him for a secret.

Leon smirked. “Well.. we could go to some overpriced all inclusive, get dressed up all nice, have some fancy dinner…then I have you for dessert.” He felt himself harden at the thought of you sprawled out, legs spread and glistening for him.

Your mouth fell open, his words shooting straight between your legs, a small sigh leaving your lips. You rolled onto your back, head resting against the pillow again. “That’s quite a dessert.”

“The best dessert on the planet.” Leon was rock hard, dick pressing against his shorts. “God… I wish I was in your bed right now.” He removed his hand from behind his head, laying it on his chest.

“I wish you were here too…” You felt your pussy throb, squeezing your thighs together to elevate the sensation. A small moan fell from your lips. It was quiet but Leon heard, sparking something inside of him.

“I can see it right now. You, thrusting your ass into my cock, thinking you’re being subtle. But I always give you what you want, Hmm baby?” Leon let his hand trail down his stomach, palming himself through his shorts.

“…yes..” You gasped, the pressure between your legs was becoming painful.

“Right now…I want to hear you play with your pussy.” Leon freed his cock and began stroking himself.

“Yeah..” You let your hand guide its way into your panties. “You’d like that?” Your fingers trailed against your slick folds. You moved one of your legs out, giving yourself better access.

“Very much so.” Leon groaned. He stroked himself slowly, not wanting this feeling to end. “My apartment is so..empty. I want to imagine you’re here.”

You let one finger push past your lips, exposing yourself to how wet you were. A small moan left your mouth. You stroked the slippery flesh before finding your clit, applying pressure. A hum left your throat.

“Atta girl.” Leon praised. “I wish I could see you right now.”

You circled your clit, setting a pace that felt so sweet. Your hips squirmed under your own movements. Another moan left your lips. “Fuck…”

“You sound so good like this, wet whimpering mess. Just from a couple of..” Leon let a moan interrupt his thoughts. He sped up his hand a bit, feeling himself building fast. Your quiet whimpers made him jealous of your hand. “words… imagine if I was there…” Another soft groan fell from his mouth.

“I want you so bad.” You inserted a finger inside of you, feeling how contracted your muscles were. You began fucking yourself, your thumb rubbing against your clit in unison. You felt your walls pulsate around your finger, adding another and curling them when fully inserted.

“I always want you…” You moaned into the microphone.

“I’m right here with you..shit... I bet your pussy feels so fucking good right now.” Leon panted, he was getting close. He could probably come from just listening to you alone, his hand was just extra. Leon generally felt very touch starved. “I’d kill to taste you…”

You felt so hot, your heart beating faster and faster as you felt your orgasm growing. Your mouth barely closed now, your breath coming out in constant pants. Your eyes squeezed closed and you licked your lips.

“I’m so close… Leon…” Your words barely escape your throat.

“It’s alright baby, let me hear you.” Leon was a few strokes away from cumming himself.

Your thumb continued its movements on your clit. “I’m gonna cum… mmm fuck i’m..” You let yourself wash over. Your hips bucking up into your hand, the grip on the phone was so tight you thought you’d break it. A cry left your throat as you exploded. You felt yourself tighten around your fingers in rhythm with your pulse.

“Good girl.. I’m gonna come.. fuck.” Leon’s breath hitched and he groaned as he spilt himself onto his stomach. He was panting, the room suddenly feeling suffocating. Leon was breathing deep, trying to catch his breath.

You listened to his groans as your heart race slowed.

You removed your hand, opting to wipe your juices on your shirt and wash it later. The two of you regulated your breathing for a few quiet moments.

“Well that was a surprise phone call.” You joked, your voice stabilizing.

“I mainly wanted to hear your voice, but my imagination kinda took over.” Leon laughed into the receiver. “But, it did help with..” He sighed. “Everything.”

You chewed on your lip for a second. “Stressful times?”

“You have no idea.”

“You can always talk to me, ya know… if you want.” You got up and walked into your bathroom, putting the phone on speaker. You cleaned yourself off, and washed your hands.

“Yeah I know. I just don’t really want to push all my troubles onto you.” Leon cleaned off his stomach, before settling in bed again.

You climbed back into bed and took the phone off speaker again, wanting to hear his voice directly in your ear. “Well I’m here, if you ever need me.”

Leon sighed. “I think I always need you.”

Your heart fluttered as his words. You knew there was a lot of love between you, but life had become complicated when it came to Leon. Love was never really our fault anyways, but it still felt nice to know that he cared for you.

“How long are you gonna be in Europe?”

“Not sure, I'm thinking maybe a week or two.”

“Well when you come back, you should try to come to Chicago. I could even come to you, I'd love to see what DC is like.” You suggested into the phone.

Leon smiled. You wanted to be in his life still. “You might make fun of my apartment if you come here, it’s barren.”

“I kinda expect that honestly.” You mused.

“Your place is better. I’ll see what I can do.” Leon paused. “For now, could we just stay on the phone until we fall asleep? I don’t really want to say goodbye to you.”

You turned off your light and let the darkness take over your bedroom.

“I’d like that.” You plugged your phone into its charger and put it back on speaker laying it on the bed next to you.

Leon got comfortable before speaking again.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think we’d still be together if I never left?”

You didn’t have to think very long for the answer.

“I think so, at least I'd like to think so. I was convinced I'd marry you after college honestly.” You admitted.

Leon chewed on his lip. Part of him knew you thought that way, you guys have fully been planning a life together before RC. Another part of him felt like he had been punched in the gut.

“Sorry about that.”

“When are you gonna stop apologizing for something you don’t have to?”

“I don’t know, maybe never.” Leon shrugged.

“You are a glutton for punishment.” You joked.

“Sometimes.” Leon yawned.

“When do you leave in the morning?”

“My flight leaves at 9.”

“Aren’t you gonna be tired?” The concern in your voice is evident.

“Nah. I get like 3 hours of sleep if I'm lucky when traveling, so if I can get roughly 6 hours tonight, I’ll be fine.” Leon yawned again, sleep creeping up on him.

“Well then I'm gonna stop talking, I want you to sleep.”

Leon pouted, “Alright. Good night, gorgeous.”

“Be careful. Watch your back, and come back in one piece please.”

Leon mumbled that he would and cozied himself deeper in bed. The weight of sleep became so heavy he had no choice but to give in. He mumbled something about loving you and called you his girl. You heard the moment his breathing pattern changed, showing he had fallen asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off to the sound of his soft snores.

The call remained active until Leon woke up at 6am. He whispered an I love you into the mic before ending the call and starting the long day.

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a/n: alrighty yall, hope you enjoyed this one! I did want to say something about the Aeon relationship planned for this fic. I’m not involved in ship wars of the RE universe. I want whatever capcom thinks is good for Leon and I just want him happy, so whatever ends up being canon I'll be satisfied.

I am only going to war for the ship of Leon x Reader tbh.