Mikaela

Starting a new job in a new city also meant starting with no friends, no family or anything that would remotely give you some sort of safety. 

Still, you were more than excited for your new job. You had been offered a position as a junior agent at the DSO through a contact by one of your former colleagues. A friend of a friend of a friend, basically. It seemed that your job as an agent had caused quite a stir after your latest mission, but in a positive way. At least that was what your colleague had told you. 

After unpacking the last moving box, you decided you needed to take your mind off of things for a while. Watching TV, reading a book, listening to music- all of that didn’t seem to work. Your thoughts kept drifting to the next work week and your new workplace, the new tasks, and upcoming missions.

You were particularly excited about your new colleagues, especially the new partner you would be assigned to. So far, all you knew was that it would be a senior agent who you would report to. 

In the end, you decided to go for a late-night drink and snack at a local bar you had spotted on your way home. It was within walking distance of your small apartment and it seemed nice enough to spend one or two hours there. You didn’t particularly enjoy going out for food and drinks alone, however, you were used to it as an agent. Countless of missions in foreign cities and lonely nights in empty hotel beds had taught you that spending time alone wasn’t even that bad. 

When you arrived, it was already packed, which was to be expected on a saturday night. Luckily, you found a spot in the back corner, which seemed fairly quiet. At least quieter than the rest of the bar. 

After you had ordered, you began to observe the people in the bar. A habit you’d never been able to completely shake. For the most part, the bar was filled with groups of friends or couples laughing and drinking heartily. 

Until your eyes fell on a man playing darts alone. He seemed to be a few years older than you, his dark blonde hair was streaked with a few gray strands, he was well-built, muscular, and on top of that well-dressed. Not in the sense of a business man, more like someone who just knew what suited him. He was extremely good-looking, that much was clear.

You caught yourself glancing over at him every now and then. He seemed so absorbed and focused that he probably wouldn't even notice how often you were staring at him. Well, at least that's what you hoped. 

You went back to your food for a few minutes, enjoying the taste of the burger and fries. For bar food, this was better than what you’d expected.

When you looked back at the dartboard, you realized that the handsome stranger was gone. A little disappointed, you scanned the rest of the bar, but he didn't seem to be there anymore. 

“Are you looking for someone?” A deep voice behind you startled you. You felt like a schoolchild caught cheating. 

Nevertheless, you tried to remain calm and watched as the man circled your table until he stood in front of you. Up close, he looked even better with his grey gruff and his bright eyes. 

“No, not really,” you said, playing it cool, a faint grin playing on your lips.

He huffed slightly and glanced at the dartboard and then back at you.

“Oh, really? Because it looked like you were quite.....interested,” he said with a charming smile on his lips. You were sure this man knew how good-looking he was. 

"Hmm. I was just thinking of a few tips I could give you. Your last throw looked a little weak," you teased. But that wasn't even true. From where you were sitting, you hadn't really seen how well he had thrown. You just didn't want to let him know that you’d been busy admiring his handsome face and his toned form. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction just yet.

He raised his eyebrow in surprise and laughed briefly.

“Weak? And you think you can do better?” he asked, eyeing you intently while his eyes wandered across your face. 

“I think so, yes,” you said confidently, whereupon he just shook his head and grinned. 

“Well, then prove it,” he said, pointing to the dartboard. “If you're going to talk big,” he added, winking at you once. You felt a warm flutter in your stomach, a feeling you hadn't felt for quite a while.

You shrugged and finally followed him toward the dartboard. You weren't too bad at it and had played a few times before. Besides, you liked how people often underestimated you, only for them to discover that you knew what you were doing. 

“I'm Leon, by the way,” he said on the way over to the dartboard. You introduced yourself to him as well and watched as he handed you the three darts. 

“Casual game or do you want to make a bet?” he asked with a mischievous grin. “Only if you aren’t too scared,” he added. 

“Oh please,” you said, taking the three darts as you positioned yourself in front of the board. 

“Great. Okay…how about that. One round with throwing three darts each. The one with the highest score wins,” he explained, as he toyed with one of the darts in his hand. You weren’t sure why this man was making you nervous while doing the most mundane things. 

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. “And what does the winner get?” 

Leon smiled. “You get to choose” 

“Hm. How about the winner gets a free drink from the other?” You asked. That seemed to be the most harmless option, plus you would get to spend a little more time with him, which you definitely wouldn’t mind. 

“Deal. Ladies first,” he said with a small smile, gesturing toward the board and leaning himself against the wall, watching you. 

The first throw you did was a bullseye, a decent throw. Leon nodded approvingly, his arms were crossed in front of his chest now. 

Now why exactly were you nervous, trying to impress a complete stranger? 

Your next throw was a triple twenty. The highest scoring segment on the board. You smiled as you aimed for the last throw, landing a twenty. 

“Not bad at all. 130 points,” Leon remarked as he walked over to you. “I’m glad. I was afraid you were all talk,” he added with a wink, his hand brushing yours when reaching for his set of darts. 

“Well, what can I say. I’ve got a few surprises up my sleeve,” you teased and sat yourself down on the bar stool that was standing behind you. From there you had a perfect view. And you weren’t thinking about the dartboard. 

In reality you were ogling at him and using the chance to admire his features from a much closer distance.

“Oh I’m sure of that,” he smiled. He got into position and aimed for his first throw. If you were completely honest, you weren’t even concentrating on the throw itself. The way his shirt clung to his biceps, growing even tighter, depending on how he was holding the dart, was enough to make your mouth water. 

After completing his set – with an eighteen, triple eighteen and triple twenty – he smiled somewhat triumphantly, but in the most charming way. 

“132 points. You won,” you nodded, accepting your defeat with a smile. 

“Seems like this time, my last throw wasn’t so weak,” he winked, quoting your words from earlier. 

“Yeah, my tips seemed to work,” you shot back, grinning at him. “So? What’s your drink of choice?” 

He laughed at your teasing remark, watching you as you hopped off the bar stool. 

“A good old Whiskey,” he stated, following you back to the small booths with the tables. His hand ghosted over the small of your back. Not touching you directly, of course, more like an innocent gesture to guide you back to the quiet corner. You knew this was probably not considered flirting, but somehow you kind of hoped this was more than just a friendly game between strangers. 

“So….,” he began after you both got comfortable and ordered your drinks. “I’ve never seen you here before”

His body was facing towards you, one arm lazily resting on the armrest. Whenever one of you moved, your knees would faintly brush against the other, sending electricity through your whole body.

“I moved here recently,” you answered. “I was thinking I could check out some local spots. The bar seemed nice enough” 

He nodded, eyeing you intently as if he could see right through you. And maybe he did. 

“What about you? Are you a regular here?” you asked. 

“From time to time. I just had a week off. Guess I wanted to enjoy one last relaxing evening before I get back to work tomorrow,” he explained, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

“Mhm, makes sense. What do you do for work?” you asked interested, reaching for your drink to take another sip. 

“Ah, you know. Just saving the world and stuff,” he quipped. 

You rolled your eyes half-jokingly at his mysterious words. He was probably just another officer worker playing cool, at least that’s what you thought. 

“What about you?” he asked. 

“I work….with people” you retorted in the same mysterious way. “I start my new job here soon” 

You obviously couldn’t just outright tell him: Well, I’m gonna start working as a junior agent at the DSO. 

He nodded, eyeing you intensely and smiling at your remarks. 

“Then I hope you will like your new job. Maybe I’ll see you here from time to time,” he remarked, holding the drink in his hand. 

You could feel your heartbeat rise just a little. You didn’t really know him, of course, but he was charming and yes maybe you would actually like to get to know him better. 

“Yes. We could play a few more rounds,” you smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll even let you win,” Leon grinned.

“Oh? Just like I did to you today?” You shot back, causing you both to laugh.

It felt almost natural. Not forced, not awkward. Just a small, charming, exciting kind of flirt.

„So,“ Leon began as he handed you the second drink. „Tell me, did you move here by yourself?“ He asked. It was a normal question and yet it ignited something in you. Something between nervousness and anticipation. It could have been an attempt to do small talk but Leon didn’t strike you as someone who does a lot of small talk. He actually wanted to know if you were single or taken.

You looked down at your drink. „Yeah. Just me. My ex broke up with me before I moved here, to be honest,” you admitted, laughing dryly. You weren’t really sad about it, the relationship was bound to end.

“Hm, sounds familiar,” Leon mumbled, his lips slightly curved. 

You looked up again.

“This happened a long time ago but before I started my first job, I moved cities and my girlfriend broke up with me as well,” he explained upon seeing your surprised face. 

“I see,” you nodded, unsure of what else to say. 

“Well…. to us. And to leaving the past behind,” you smiled, rising your glass a little.

“Cheers,” he grinned, clinking your glasses together.

And that’s how the rest of the evening went on. You continued talking about harmless things like hobbies, interests and random things like favorite food. In between, you kept teasing each other every now and then. 

He insisted that the burger you got was the worst item on the menu you could have ordered. 

“This bar is great with drinks but I wouldn’t come here for the food,” he said, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of mischief playing in it.

“I thought the burger was good,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Then you clearly need to upgrade your taste buds,” he grinned. 

“What are you? A food critic?” You huffed at his smug expression.

“Yeah, you could call it that” 

“You know what I think?” you said somewhat provokingly, leaning yourself just a tiny little bit closer to him. 

He raised his eyebrows, his lips slightly curved as he watched the change in your demeanor. 

“Now you got me curious”

“I think you’re someone who brags about his exquisite taste in food, literature and music, while he secretely enjoys listen to mediocre rock music with cheesy lyrics and going to the cheapest fast-food spots on his way home,” you smiled. 

He took another sip of his whiskey, letting your words linger in the air, the smug expression never leaving his face. You weren’t sure if he was actually that confident, or if it was just an act he was doing to pull you off.

“First of all, I only listen to the classics. Can’t go wrong with some Nirvana or Pearl Jam,” he said, setting down his glass. “Secondly, any fast-food burger I had was probably better than this one here,” he continued with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I-“ you started but he didn’t let you finish. 

“Now it’s my turn with the assumptions,” he announced, inching a little closer to you. Your knees were now pressed against each other, the faint smell of his cologne filling your nose and clouding your mind. 

His eyes dropped to your lips for a split second before they returned to your eyes again. 

“I think you’re someone who likes to play unfazed, when in reality you couldn’t take your eyes off of me,” he said, his voice dropping lower with each word. 

Your mouth went completely dry, your eyes dropping down to the drink in your hand. 

“Yeah you wish,” you mumbled. “I was just focused on the game” 

“Liar,” he laughed, finishing his drink. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he winked.

When it finally came time to pay you pulled out your wallet, since you still owed him. However, he simply waved a hand, silently telling you to put it away.

A little confused, you watched as he took care of the bill. The whole thing. Even the food you had ordered earlier.

After the waiter left, thanking him once more for the generous tip, you looked at Leon questioningly.

“But… the bet,” you started awkwardly, a little overwhelmed by the situation since you honestly hadn’t expected that.

He smiled and nodded toward the dartboard you had been standing in front of, just a few minutes ago.

“It’s all good. I’m just glad I had nice company tonight,” he said with a wink. “Besides, it’s your first night here and you had to put up with me. That’s the least I can do,” he added jokingly. This man really seemed to have a weakness for bad jokes.

You smiled. “Thanks, Leon. That wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it,” you said honestly, which he answered with a small nod.

He helped you into your cardigan, and then the two of you stepped outside together, the cool air greeting you and sending a shiver down your spine. 

You couldn’t tell if it was really just from the cool temperatures or the man standing next to you, eyeing you as if he could hear the thoughts that were currently running through your mind.

“Where did you park?” he asked, looking at you. 

“I live a few streets from here. I can walk, don’t worry,” you reassured him, pulling your cardigan a littler tighter around you. 

“It’s in the middle of the night and you’re shivering. I can see that from a mile away. I won’t let you walk home alone. Let me at least drive you home,” he offered.

When he noticed your hesitation, the smile from his lips faltered and was replaced by something different, something softer. 

“If you don’t want to drive with me, I can also just walk you back and give you my jacket,” he continued. 

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you. I….really liked your company too,” you admitted, a shy smile forming on your lips. Your sassy demeanor from earlier was slowly but surely subsiding, the more time you spent with him.

He studied your face, his hand reaching out to gently brush over your clothed arm.

“I let you decide,” he said.

You looked up at him, your heart was racing so fast, you were afraid he might hear it. Damn, why were you even so nervous? You were a perfectly trained agent. A pretty stranger  shouldn’t affect you that much.

And yet, something felt different. It was exciting, new and somehow unfamiliar. You had a self-imposed rule: no kissing before the third date. And now you were here, about to kiss a guy you’d met just a few hours ago.

Before you could get further entangled in your worries, you snapped back to the here and now. Your faces were drawn close to each other, so close, that his hot breath brushed against your cheek. 

You nodded, barely noticeably but enough for him to see. His hand, which had been on your arm just a moment ago, had now moved up to your cheek. Before either of you could voice any concerns, it already happened. 

He kissed you, tenderly at first. Your lips moved against each other as if they had done so a thousand times before. The sounds of the city and the traffic seemed to fade away until there was nothing but the two of you. 

Your trembling hands clawed at his dark shirt, while his other hand moved to the back of your neck, holding you tightly. 

You kissed him back eagerly; the pressure of his lips against yours sent a new wave of electricity through your body. He tasted like a mixture of whiskey and something warm that you couldn’t quite name.

He pulled back just slightly, looking into your eyes again. 

“Should I ask you the cliché question and pretend to invite you over for a coffee at my place, or should we skip that part?” He smirked, his voice low but with a subtle tenderness in his tone.

“I think we can skip that part,” you admitted, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. You had never done something like this before. A one-night stand. What were the rules? Were there any rules? What were you supposed to do? Have sex with him, wake up the next morning and you two would have breakfast together? 

No, that would be too intimate.  Maybe he would throw you out. Maybe that was his thing, casually hooking up with women he met at bars. 

Those were all perfectly valid reasons to say no but truth was, you wanted him. You wanted him badly.

He smiled as he carefully put his jacket around your shivering shoulders and led you to his car a few feet down the street. You swallowed when you saw what kind of car he drove. It looked expensive and it probably was. 

He must have a really well-paying job, you thought to yourself. 

As he drove off, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat. Suddenly your clothes seemed to casual, too out of place. You almost laughed at yourself. Were you really worrying about a dress code for a hook-up? 

Leon noticed you shuffling around in your seat.

“If you feel uncomfortable, I can just drive you home,” he said gently, glancing at you.

“No, it’s okay. Really,” you nodded, a thankful smile on your lips. 

He smiled back before he returned his gaze to the road. The rest of the drive was uneventful. After a few minutes you arrived at an apartment complex. Of course, he lived in a penthouse. After seeing his porsche that really didn’t surprise you anymore.

Nervously, you followed him past the fancy lobby and security, into the elevator that took you up to his penthouse. 

Just like his car, it looked impressive. Not flashy, nothing that screamed “I’m rich and I need to show it off” more like “I’m doing good and I’m gonna buy whatever I want”

The furnishing was dark and elegant, while still being cozy. In the living room was a large shelf with various books, next to the couch stood a small vintage bar cart with two bottles of whiskey resting on top.

You didn’t know him that well yet, though his apartment seemed to match him and his personality perfectly. It even smelled like him. Warm and inviting.

You took a few steps forward, looking around and taking in all the surroundings. The room was flooded by the moonlight, making it look more surreal, yet inviting and calming. Everything was bathed in a dark blue hue, while outside the lights from the other skyscrapers were being reflected.

Cautiously Leon approached you, watching you for a moment before helping you out of the jackets. 

“Everything okay?” he asked. 

You turned around to face him again. “Yes. It’s….beautiful,” you commented, your voice calmer than before. “The view is impressive,” you continued, glancing back toward the large windows. 

“Hm. It really is,” he agrees, his voice dropping lower as his hand found the way to the small of your back. When you looked back at him, you noticed he wasn’t even looking at the windows, he was staring down at you. A small smirk tugged at the corner his lips.

Your cheeks flushed a little. You wanted to retort something bold, saying how cheesy that was, but the words got stuck in your throat.

Without another word, you found your way back to each other. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against the kitchen counter. You gasped as you felt him lift you up on the counter and began kissing your neck. Immediately, you felt the heat return between your legs—that same desire you’d felt earlier.

“Leon,” you gasped, closing your eyes as his hands roamed over your body.

“I like how you say my name,” he grinned, his breath hot against your skin. In an instant his lips were on yours again.

The kisses grew more intense and desperate, less innocent than before. He pushed himself between your already open legs without breaking the kiss, while his grip on your hips tightened. 

His strong hands slid under your shirt, feeling your soft skin and brushing against the curve of your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he toyed with one of your hardening nipples. 

You weren’t sure if it was some kind of premonition or if you simply hadn’t found anything better, but you were grateful to be wearing your sheer bra. That way, you could feel his touch even better.

His eyes roamed over your barely covered breasts as he began groping them and giving each of them attention. 

“Let me see ‘em,” he groaned, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra, letting both fall to the floor. His eyes darkened upon seeing your exposed tits, only being lit by the faint lights shining through his windows. 

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he said in an appreciating tone, ready to suck on them, but your hands on his chest stopped him. 

“What-“ he asked, looking down at your hands resting on his chest. 

“Want to see you too first,” you smiled cheekily, playing with the hem of his tight-fitting shirt. 

“So eager to see what you’ve been drooling over all night, hm sweetheart?” he teased, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it next to him. 

He looked just like you predicted. Muscular and toned and beefy in all the right places, especially his arms. His abs tensed with every ragged breath. You bit your lip unconciously as your gaze dropped to his hard member straining against his pants. It looked almost painful. You couldn’t help but daydream about how good he would feel inside your mouth or your already throbbing cunt.

A silent satisfaction came over you, reassuring you that he was just as turned on as you were.

As if he was reading your mind, he started opening his belt, never taking his eyes off you.

You were still sitting there, half exposed, legs open, waiting for him. 

As soon as he got rid of his pants, he got back between your legs and guided one of your hands toward his still clothed cock. 

Immediately you began palming him through his boxers, admiring his impressive size.  

“See what you’re doing to me?” he hissed as your hand slipped under his boxers. You began stroking him slowly at first, teasing a little and feeling him twitch with every stroke. 

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Just like that. J-just like that,” he repeated in a strained voice. Your hands felt heavenly around his cock. The perfect amount of pressure mixed with the warmth of your hands. As you continued stroking him, you made sure to look up at him, giving him an innocent look.

“Mhm. Looking so good with my cock in your hand,” he breathed, his free hand coming to rest on your cheek, caressing your soft skin. “What magical hands you have”

The praises sent another wave of heat and wetness to your core. He might had just unlocked a new kink of yours.

You wanted to feel more of him, free him completely from the rest of his clothes, but instead, he pushed you back gently. You whined as your back hit the cold surface of the kitchen counter behind you.

“I wanna taste you first. Will you let me do this, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes please,” you mumbled, your voice trembling. 

Gently he started caressing your breasts, alternating between sucking and kissing them.

“Oh,” you moaned, feeling his tongue playing with your nipples before releasing them with a slight pop.

His lips began wandering lower, kissing his way down your stomach. 

Quickly, he helped you out of the rest of your clothes, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your soaked panties and pulling them down with ease. 

He licked his lips once he saw your glistening folds. 

“So wet for me, already? Just from a few words from me?” 

His words only made your clit throb more. This definitely felt more than just casual sex, considering the way he was taking care of you and preparing you.

He teasingly stroked over your folds, spreading your arousal all over your cunt. 

“What a good girl you are,” he hummed, his index finger stopping at your clit to play with it, massaging it gently. You groaned, bucking your hips into his hand, desperately trying to feel more of him.

He grinned a little. “Oh? You like being called a good girl?” 

Oh yes, yes, yes. 

“Stop being such a tease,” you pleaded, hating how needy you sounded. 

“Patience,” he mumbled as he withdrew his finger. You whined at the loss of the contact but he was already spreading your legs, bending down to replace his finger with his tongue. 

He started by licking a long stripe over your slit, causing a broken moan to escape your lips.

“You taste just as sweet as you sound,” he whispered, continuing to lick and devour you like a man starved. He alternated between kitten licks to your clit and long, intense licks between your folds, causing your legs to shake whenever he increased the pressure.

“Leon-“ You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even form coherent words, let alone sentences, anymore. 

He groaned, holding your legs open and adjusting his pace whenever he felt you trembling under his touch.

After a few more moments he started pushing two fingers inside you. You were sure you were about to see stars. His fingers felt so good and filling, it was just what you needed. 

“So tight, god damn,” you heard him muttering as he kept thrusting his fingers into you, while simulataneously licking and sucking on your clit. Your pleasure was building rapidly, the knot you felt in your lower stomach was already tightening. 

“How long has it been?” he whispered against you, pumping his fingers in and out while angling them to meet your sweet spot over and over again.

Your face was contorted in pleasure, your hands holding his head, gripping his hair. “Months…ago,” you admitted, feeling your orgasm approach. 

“Mhm. I will make you feel so good. I will take care of you, baby” he hummed between licks, still devouring your pussy like he couldn’t get enough of your taste. 

Your back arched off the counter, his words only increasing the pressure you felt between your legs. 

“Leon I’m-“ you moaned, chasing your sweet high.

“You’re doing so good for me. Cum on my tongue,” he urged gently, increasing the pace as he felt you clenching around his fingers. After a few more thrusts you couldn’t hold it back anymore and came. It felt like a wave crashing over you, your walls pulsating and throbbing around him. 

“That’s it” He praised you a few more times while helping you ride out your orgasm with his fingers. With a smile, he kissed his way back towards your face, gently connecting your lips again.

You eagerly kissed him back as you sat up a little, holding onto his arms for support. 

“Please…” you mumbled between kisses. 

“Please what?” Leon whispered against your lips, even though he was fully aware what you wanted. “Use your words, hm?”

“Please fuck me Leon,” you begged, sounding way too pathetic.

He chuckled. “What a filthy mouth. I like that,” he mumbled as he gave you another kiss.

You watched as he freed himself from his boxers, revealing his fully erect cock to you. He stroked himself a few times, admiring your bare form in front of him. You could see the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.

“I can’t wait….fuck….to bury myself inside you,” he hissed, giving himself another deep stroke, before he positioned himself between your legs. You wanted him so badly, it was almost unbearable.

You were about to lay back again, hold onto the edges of the counter but he stopped you.

“No, hold onto me while I fuck you,” he insisted with a growl in his voice. That alone could have made you cum again right then and there. God, this man. 

You listened and put your arms around his neck, now feeling his hot and clammy skin against yours. 

“Good girl,” he praised you again, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing his thick member inside you. 

“Fuck-,” he groaned as he buried himself to the hilt. “You feel like heaven, baby. So tight” 

Your grip on his biceps tightened. So much, that you were sure it would leave bruises the next day. 

He started with a few slow thrusts, stretching you a little and giving you time to adjust to his size. 

“Oh god yes….please don’t stop,” you moaned, meething his thrusts and enjoying the feeling of him filling you out completely. The stretch he was giving you was unbelievable. 

“I won’t stop,” he groaned, picking up the pace slightly and thrusting into you again and again. You thought him eating you out was the highlight of your evening but no, him inside you was better than anything you could have imagined. 

“Did you think I didn’t see you? Watching me? The eyes you were giving me?” he said through gritted teeth as he fucking you against the counter. Harder and deeper.

“God that turned me on. You-“ Another thrust. 

“And your eyes. Your innocent smile. Your remarks,” he continued, his fingers wandering between your bodies to toy with your clit again.

You gasped as you heard his words, combined with the sensation of his fingers and his cock pushing into you. It was almost too much. Almost. 

“Leon,” you sighed, followed by a broken moan escaping your lips.

“Say it again. Say my name again,” he whispered in your ear as his thrusts grew harder, more intense. 

You repeated his name, letting your head fall back. The dark room was filled with the sounds of your skin clapping together, combined with your heavy breathing and moans.

His fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit and you felt yourself clenching around him again. It wouldn’t take long for your second orgasm to wash over you, you were sure of that. 

“You’re getting so tight around me…..shit. You’re feeling so good. Come on my cock, sweetheart” he urged, picking up the pace once more. 

After a few more thrusts you felt yourself coming again. You cried out, riding the waves of your orgasm out. You felt your walls fluttering around him, clenching tightly, as if you didn’t want to let him go ever again. “Yes….yes….yes Leon,” you sobbed, letting yourself get carried away with the pleasurable wave.

Leon cursed a few times under his breath, his hands behind your back held you in place and gave you support as he kept moving. His thrusts grew erratic. The constractions of your walls sent him over the edge completely. He couldn’t hold back any longer. 

He buried his face into your neck as you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck yes” A guttural groan escaped his lips as he spilled everything inside you. He fucked you through it, enjoying the fluttering of your walls that only further increased the intensity of his own orgasm. His fingers dug into your flesh, holding you against him as a few lazy thrusts followed. 

For a moment there was complete silence. He stayed in you for a while, letting you both catch your breath and come back to your senses again. Your thoughts were still all over the place.You were sure you were completely drunk. Not from the alcohol, but from his cock. 

“Everything okay?” he whispered, pulling back a little to study your face. 

You nodded, blissed out, trapped in the sweet feeling of the afterglow.

“Let me get you. You did so well,” he whispered, kissing your temple before picking you up from the kitchen counter. You instantly wrapped your arms and legs around him, your arousal probably making a mess on him. 

He gently carried you to his bedroom and placed you on his large bed. Still shaky and slightly overwhelmed, you held onto him. 

You were unsure of what to do now. This was not regular sex. Not a relationship. So, would he expect you to clean yourself up, get dressed and just go? 

He watched you as your eyes wandered around the room, visibly overwhelmed with the situation.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly and reached for your chin, making you look at him. “You can stay the night. I won’t throw you out,” he chuckled. 

“You can also use the shower and I will get you a water. Or whatever you need,” he said.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down as a slight blush crept onto your cheeks. 

“I just….you know. Never done something like this before. This one-time thing…” you tried to explain awkwardly.

“Yeah. It’s not something I normally do either,” he winked, stroking your cheek gently. “But I guess I couldn’t resist you,” he continued in a hushed voice, his eyes fixated on your flushed face.

You looked at him again. His eyes looked softer, brighter and somehow so gentle, that it sent bu- 

You stopped your thoughts before they could drift into a territory you wouldn’t want them to wander yet. You just met. This was just a hookup, right?

After taking your shower, you tip-toed back into the bedroom. Leon had wordlessly handed you some of his clothes for you to sleep in, before you both got into bed. It still felt weird, but not uncomfortable. 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, your eyes growing heavy from exhausting. The last thing you remembered was him putting the covers over you and kissing your cheek.

The next day you were woken up by the sound of your alarm. You blinked a few times, groggily and half-asleep looking for your phone. You extended your hand, trying to reach your nightstand, when you were met with two arms trying to stop you from further moving. 

“Are you trying to attack me?” A low voice chuckled. You gasped, opening your eyes fully and seeing Leon lying next to you, completely unfazed. The memories from last night came flooding back. You weren’t in your bed, this was not your alarm and this was definitely not your apartment. Fuck.

“Oh shit” you cursed, sitting up straight and frantically looking around the room to find your clothes. 

“Well good morning to you too,” Leon said sarcastically, watching you, as you stumbled out of the bed like a maniac. 

“I’m sorry…shit….I mean. Today is my first day at work! I can’t be late and I definitely can’t go there looking like that,” you said hurriedly, pointing at your messy self. 

Leons gaze softened, as he carefully got up and approached you. 

“Alright, alright. Take a deep breath. I can drive you home, you get yourself ready and if it’s easier for you, I can just drop you off on my way to my work. I’m sure it’s not far-,” he explained calmly but you didn’t let him finish. 

“No!” you said way too loud, way too nervous. “I mean…no thank you,” you repeated. 

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Okay. Seems to be a pretty mysterious job you got yourself there,” he chuckled. If only he knew. 

“Let’s just say it’s….classified,” you mumbled, walking over to the living room, where all your clothes were laying scattered around. 

“Interesting,” Leon answered as he watched you gathering all your clothes. “Let’s just take a shower, I hop in my clothes and I’ll drop you off at your apartment,” he offered and this time you nodded. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you said, a little softer this time.

The drive to your apartment was quiet. No one dared to say anything about last night. It wasn’t awkward. It just seemed like there was nothing left to say, at least for now. 

“Alright,” Leon sighed as he stopped in front of your apartment. “There we are. I hope you make it on time and you have a great first day,” he said, looking at you with a warm smile on his lips. You couldn’t deny that you felt something inside. Something warm and fluttering. You didn’t dare to name it, but you were sure the last time you feeling like this, was way back in highschool.

“Thank you. I hope you make it on time too,” you answered thankfully. 

“Ah, don’t worry,” he chuckled. “Oh, and let me give you my number. Maybe we can….catch up again? At the bar or at my place?” he offered. Secretely, you hoped he meant more than just sex. Even though the sex had been great. 

“I’d like that,” you smiled, giving him a slight peck on the cheek before rushing out to your apartment. You waved at him one last time, before he drove off again.

After making yourself ready and putting on something appropriate that didn’t scream walk of shame, you quickly drove off to the DSO building. The parking lot was already packed. You weren’t really late, but later than you originally had planned. 

After passing a few cars, you noticed a polished black Porsche in one of the parking lots. You didn’t have time to further stare at it, but it looked exactly like Leons car. 

Must have been some form of frequency illusion, where you suddenly started encountering the same things everywhere. At least that’s what you told yourself.

The nice lady at the reception brought you to a secluded meeting room, where you met your supervisor. He was an older man, a little gruff maybe, but very professional. 

He started with the formalities, explaining to you how the first few weeks would go, what would be expected of you, and that you would soon be sent on your first mission. With your new partner.

“Speaking of your new partner, he should be here in any minute,” your supervisor said and as if on cue the door opened. You looked to the door, blinking a few times as if you were transported into some kind of alternative reality. The man walking through the door was no other than Leon. Your hookup from last night.

Your mouth went dry, for a moment it felt like your heart stopped beating. No, no, no. This couldn’t be. No. This was just a joke, right? Or better: a nightmare. 

Leon stopped for a moment, just looking at you. It looked like he was trying to connect the dots just like you were trying to do. He stepped in, walking over to you with an unreadable expression. He was better at hiding the shock than you were, that’s for sure. 

“May I introduce you to your new partner? Senior Agent Leon S. Kennedy,” your supervisor said, gesturing to the man with the piercing blue eyes in front of you. 

The same blue eyes you stared into the previous night. 

For a few moments there was complete silence. Leon was the first to move by extending his hand to you, followed by a curt nod.

“Leon,” he said in a professional voice.

As if in a trance you returned the handshake, muttering your name while doing so. 

Your supervisor looked back and forth between you and Leon, sensing the weird atmosphere you were creating. 

“Alright… I leave you guys to get to know each other,” he said, nodding at each of you, before leaving the conference room. Poor man was completely unaware of the fact that you had been fucked against the kitchen counter by your new partner last night. No, worse:your superior. Your senior agent. Heat flooded your cheeks as you replayed the memories in your head. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to see him in the eyes right away. Instead, you averted your gaze and looked down. 

“Well….” Leon began hesitantly, scratching the back of his neck. “That explains a few things,” he said with dry humour in his voice. 

You looked back at him.

“That’s what you meant with saving the world and stuff,” you stated.

“And that’s why you didn’t want me to drop you off at work,” he continued, a faint smile playing on the corner of his lips. 

“And that’s your Porsche outside in the parking lot” 

You didn’t even know why you were bothering with stating the obvious. Maybe because you still hoped that this was all just a bad joke.

“Correct,” he nodded. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands and putting your elbows on the table in front of you. 

“Yeah….that’s exactly what you called me yesterday,” he grinned. 

“Leon! Do you think that’s funny?” You asked, looking back up from your hands. 

“Guess that’s my way to deal with situations like that,” he laughed dryly, sitting himself beside you. The smile from his lips softened.

“Okay…look. Yesterday we technically weren’t partners. I wasn’t your superior. That means nothing wrong happened,” he explained, trying to stay rational. “But now….it looks a little different,” he continued.

You looked back at him, waiting for his next words. 

“From now on, this can’t happen again. The rules are very clear and strict and if we both want to keep our jobs….our relationship needs to stay professional,” he explained. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

You nodded. You knew it was the right decision. The logical one. Still, you felt a sting in your heart.

“Yes. Of course. You are right,” you said calmly, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. 

He took a deep breath, trying to rationalize his thoughts, before returning his attention to you.

“On the brighter side: we kind of already know that we’re really good at…teamwork,” he grinned. 

You rolled your eyes. “Leon you can’t be serious!” 

How was he still pulling out these one-liners?

“Better get used to it, partner,” he winked, standing up and gesturing toward the door. “Now…let me give you a tour”

You took a deep breath. This was going to be one hell of an onboarding process, you thought to yourself, following him out of the room.

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