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in which leon kennedy tries his best to get out of paperwork
(re9!leon x f!reader)
cw: sfw, but very suggestive
βWhatβs goinβ on?β
He takes up your doorframe, one arm braced against it, leaning in with the ease of someone just passing through. His eyes find you, then Mikeβthe resident bane of the officeβin front of you.
Too casual, too controlled.
Like heβd already decided how this ends before he hit the door.
Mike, clenching his jaw hard enough to crack teeth, must sense it, too, because when he looks back, he does a double take.
His gaze slips to you, jaw slackening, bravery fizzling under Leonβs presence at his six.
Figures.
You answer for him. A sharp bite.
βNothing. He was just on his way out.β
He doesnβt argue.
Instead, he compresses himself through the doorway, Leonβs gaze boring into him as he pointedly stares anywhere else. His boot catches on somethingβLeonβs footβand his breath hitches as he glances back before stumbling away, muttering.
Leon closes the door. Not enough to echo, but more forceful than necessary.
You stare at him, then busy yourself with your computer.
βYou didnβt need to do that.β You slam the spacebar. βI can handle him.β
He huffs, sinking heavily into the chair in front of your desk, hands folding over his stomach as he reclines. βDidnβt say you couldnβt.β
βThen donβt come charging in here like that. People will talk.β
A quiet laugh leaves him as he swivels the chair back and forth. βAnd they donβt already?β
You tut, shaking your head.
βYou're gorgeous when youβre angry, by the way.β His eyes crinkle at the corners, all warmth and fondness. βCanβt stop staring at βcha.β
Bastard.
You canβt help your smile, glancing at him sidelong and drumming your fingers along your keyboard.
βDonβt you have something to do?β
He rolls the chair forward, bringing an elbow to your desk to rest his chin atop a fist.
βStopping by in the middle of you reaming into everyone's favorite was on my to-do list.β
You flick him on the nose.
He snatches your hand, trapping it against his cheek.
βWanna make out?β
You snort and yank your hand back. βYouβre three seconds from Mike part two if you donβt leave me alone.β
He throws his hands up in mock surrender. βOh no, can't have that.β
He stands and meanders around the desk, slow, deliberateβgiving you plenty of time to glare at him.
Never mind the twitch of your lips betraying you completely.
He drops to his knees in front of you, hands coming to your waist to stroke gingerly up and down.
Your brow hikes upward.
His grin widens.
βLeon,β you mutter, pushing loosely against his chest.
βYes maβam?β
βStop. Weβre at work.β
He hums. βIβm not doing anything.β
He edges a finger into your waistband and snaps it against your hip. You huff, planting your palms on his cheeks, smushing them once.
βLeon Scott.β
His brows lift at the middle name. You ignore them.
βIβm busy, youβre supposed to be busyβ¦β
God, his stupid eyes.
You bite your lip at the softness in them, too close now to resist. He takes it as an invitation, closing the distance and capturing your mouth with his. His arms snake around your waist, scooting you forward so that heβs between your knees.
You sigh into the kiss. Involuntary.
He matches it, his tongue edging into your mouth.
βOkay.β You push a finger against his lips. βThat's enough.β
He only stares, amused and slightly miffed.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head, and bring your forehead to his.
βWe. Are. At. Work.β Each syllable accompanies a light bump of your head against his.
βIβm aware.β He kneads the curve of your ass, aiming for your lips again.
You smile and lean back despite his arms heeling you. Your fingers walk under his chin, edging the stubble there.
βLook. The sooner we finish hereββ
βYeah, Iβd like to finish here,β he interrupts, deadpan.
You slap his shoulder. βListen. I was going to say, the sooner we finish here, the sooner we can continue this,β you run your thumb along his lower lip, βat home.β
He groans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
You laugh, the sound light and genuine. βOh god. Whereβs my camera. The Leon Kennedy on his knees, begging? Nobodyβll believe me.β
He only plunks facedown into your lap, grumbling something that vibrates against your skin.
Your fingers comb through his hair, twisting the strands into small ringlets. βWhat? Sorry, didnβt catch that.β
He turns just enough to free his mouth from the fold of your thigh.
βPlease donβt make me write another goddamn report today.β
a/n: sorry to any mikes out there. ily. *edited to include the last of it that was very rudely cut off by tumblr :)))
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