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“Wow.” 

“What’s that?” Leon asks, glancing over the line of his reading glasses. Could he not have picked more…contemporary-looking frames? The spectacles sit on the tip of his straight nose, a wiry pair with thick, rectangular lenses that makes his piercing blue eyes look just shy of twice their size.

“Nothin’,” you coo, pulling back the covers so you can prepare to meet the crisp, freshly-washed linens for another night of sleeping like a baby. In his old age, Leon became a lot more picky about the thread count of his sheets, suffering far too much at the hands of BOWs and terrorists to dream on anything less than Egyptian cotton. 

“Doesn’t sound like nothin,” he counters, setting down the manilla folder he was holding hostage in his lap. It lands with a squelch on the nightstand, alongside his 9mm handgun, tucked safely away in his leather holster, and his mulberry silk eye mask. “Sounds like you’re making fun of my glasses.” 

“I would never do such a thing,” you retort teasingly, settling into your side of the bed, your tired, achy body screaming at the relief the mattress immediately provides. The sheets are cool and smooth, and you shaved your legs just for the occasion. There’s nothing like the feeling of cotton bed dressings on silky skin, and you nearly moan at the sensation. 

“I think you’re lying. You’re totally making fun of me.” He doesn’t pout or grimace, but the corner of his mouth curls upward into a smirk, creasing one of the deeper lines around it. “Go ahead, say what you wanna say.” 

“Oh, nothing,” you coo, taking the pin out of your hair, shaking your locks free. “I think they’re…cute.” 

“Cute?” 

“Kinda make you look old.” 

He huffs, feigning offense, pressing a dramatic palm to his heart. “Old?” 

“Oh, come on, Leon. Don’t tell me you picked out those readers because they look hip.”

“Hip?” He chuckles darkly. “Now who’s old?” Leaning in, he comes close enough to where you can smell the spice radiating off the heat of his skin. “I don’t think people say ‘hip’ anymore, sweetie.” 

“At least I can see something that’s five inches in front of me, old man.” 

“Old man? You’re asking for it,” he threatens in a low growl. The sound sends a bolt of electricity straight to the apex of your thighs, and a heat to the pit of your stomach, churning your insides like a vat of butter.

Past the wrinkles that line the corners of his eyes, the skin between his brows, the flat plane of his forehead, Leon is as virile and sprite as you assume he was in his youth. All sinew and brawn, his bicep is probably the size of your thigh, and the way the ridges of his abdomen contract whenever he laughs or speaks…

There’s nothing elderly about that.

Meeting him half-way, only a nudge away from a kiss, you goade, deciding that you like wherever this little tiff is heading. “Asking for what, old man?”

Leon retreats and sits up, spine no longer flush to the upholstered headboard, to snatch the t-shirt right off his back. “That’s it, young lady. I’ve had it with you.”

He dives right into you like a lifeguard at the sight of flailing hands above water, immediately pinning your arms into the mattress, keeping them raised at either side of your head. His hands lock with yours, fingers interlacing in a hot clasp. 

You hum into his mouth, into the kiss that’s all tooth and tongue. “Leon, slow down.” Words garbled are caught by his lips, your nose bumped by the glasses still hanging onto his face. 

“No can do, kiddo,” he says, retreating a few inches. “Gotta show you what this old man can do, isn’t that right?” 

Pulling your wrists above your head, he keeps them bolted down with one hand while the other yanks your satin sleep shorts off your hips until you’re bare from the waist down. He pumps himself in his hand a few times before lining the head of his cock at your entrance. 

With a mean and sudden stretch of your entrance, he plunges into you, and you cry out, unable to contain the sound in your throat. He knows just how much you like it when you’re not too wet, and can savor the way he pushes you to your limit, now being a prime example. 

“Leon,” you yelp, arms writhing against the lock he maintains on your wrists. 

“Fuck,” he groans, beginning to thrust into you. “Is this alright?” 

Even when he’s trying to be rough and domineering, he’s still a sweetheart. He can never quite break that habit, no matter how much you beg him to let go.

“Yes, please more.”

“Okay, hold on,” he growls, unanchoring his hand at the crook of your waist to pull one of your legs up by your side until your knee is nearly kissing your shoulder. The one arm that is still extended to pin you down is a sight for sore eyes. His tricep, a big, bulging ball of muscle, flexes as he adjusts, and with the new angle, you’re already a weeping, slobbering mess. “There we go. That’s it. You’re so fucking tight–ah shit. So gorgeous.”

He looks down through the lenses of his glasses, admiring your beauty sprawled out beneath him. “How’d an old man like me get so lucky to end up with someone like you?” 

You giggle as he continues to pump in and out of you, head hitting your cervix with each roll of his hips. 

“It’s the glasses. They’re hot.”

After everything that happened in Raccoon City, people expected Leon Kennedy to go right back to work.

But for the first time in years, Leon disappeared.

No briefings, no new assignments, no government offices filled with people waiting to tell him where to go next, just distance. The man has spent too long surviving things he shouldn’t have.

Raccoon City had never really left him and going back had only made it worse. That damned city lived in his memory like a scar that never faded. Burned streets, empty buildings, things moving in places they shouldn’t, faces of people who never made it out.

So when the mission ended, Leon didn’t return to Washington. He drove on and on. For a while there wasn’t much direction to it, long highways stretching through empty miles, cheap motels, the average. It all gave him time to think, which turned out to be both the best and worst thing he could have done.

Eventually the calls started, most of them he ignored, until one night, sitting in a dim motel room with the television playing quietly in the background, Leon stared at his phone for a long moment before dialing a number he hadn’t called in years.

Your father answered on the third ring.

"Well, look who finally remembered he has friends." Leon leaned back in the creaky chair by the window, rubbing a tired hand over his face. "You alive over there, Kennedy?"

"Barely." Leon muttered.

Your father chuckled softly. "Rough mission?"

Leon stared at the cracked ceiling. "Something like that." A pause followed, then Leon sighed. "I'm thinking about stepping back for a while."

Your dad laughed under his breath. "You mean vacation?"

"No." Leon said quietly. "I mean stepping back."

The line went silent for a moment. Retirement wasn’t something Leon talked about lightly. Men in his line of work rarely got clean endings.

Your father finally exhaled. "Well... Funny timing."

Leon frowned slightly. "How so?"

"I’m leaving for work in a few days." your father said. "Big job overseas. Three months, maybe longer."

Leon leaned forward slightly. "And?"

"House is going to be empty." your dad continued casually. "Figured you might want somewhere to stay that isn’t a roadside motel?"

Leon huffed a quiet laugh. "You offering me a vacation spot now?"

"I’m offering you somewhere to breathe." Leon didn’t answer right away. The idea of that didn’t sound bad. Then your father added. "Oh, and my kid’s home for a bit."

Leon blinked slowly. "Is she?"

"Back from college. Takin' a break for a few months, she's overworked herself to the bone." He laughs. "Guess it runs in the family."

That made Leon pause again. He hadn’t seen you in ages. Not since you were younger, at least 17, always somewhere around the house while he and your father talked late into the night about things a child should never have to witness or go through.

You had been a kid then. Easy not to think about, easy to overlook. "Huh." Leon muttered.

"She'll be happy to see you." your father added quickly. "You’ve been gone for so long, I think it'll make her feel better while I'm gone if someone is in the house with her."

Leon snorted quietly. "Yeah."

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Three days later, he found himself standing on your porch. Same neighborhood, same house he had visited countless times before, except now it felt strangely unfamiliar.

Leon shifted the duffel bag on his shoulder and knocked.

Footsteps approached on the other side of the door. When it opened, Leon didn’t immediately recognize the person standing there.

He assumed it might be a roommate, maybe a friend visiting, someone your father hadn’t mentioned. Still, he spoke first. "Hey." he said, voice a little rough from the long drive. "Sorry to bother you. I’m looking for—"

He stopped himself, glancing past you briefly into the house. "My friend said I could stay here for a bit—"

Then his eyes settled back on you. For a moment, he studied your face more carefully. Something about you felt familiar, but before he could figure it out you spoke.

"Mister Kennedy?" Leon froze. You were already stepping back slightly, looking a little surprised. "I didn’t know you’d come by!" you said quickly, a large smile spreading across your face.

The realization hit him all at once. Leon stared at you, and suddenly the pieces clicked into place.

It's you. Except... not the way he remembered. You weren’t the younger girl who was always up for trouble, not anymore. Not the kid who used to run through the living room while your father tried to braid your hair for school. Somewhere between then and now you had grown up.

Into a woman.

A beautiful one, Leon realized almost immediately. It made him pause longer than he meant to. His gaze lingered just a little too long before he caught himself, his jaw tightened faintly.

"Well—" he muttered, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth "Didn’t recognize you for a second."

You blinked at him. "I’m sorry for the mess and my—" Your eyes dropped to the oversized polka dotted shirt hanging loosely over your frame. "Attire."

Leon followed the movement for half a second before clearing his throat quietly. You stepped aside quickly. "C—Come in!"

Something faintly amused flickered across his face as he picked up his bag and stepped inside. "Just call me Leon, please. You're old enough now."

"Oh, alright — Leon…" you hummed.

He entered into the house slowly even if he was someone who had been there many times before. You shut the door behind him with a quiet click, and for a moment his eyes wandered over the hallway. Then his attention drifted back to you. Leon cleared his throat lightly.

"So..." You popped your lips thoughtfully. "What brings you into town? Or, well, here at our house?" Leon shifted the strap of his bag to his other shoulder, fingers tightening around it for a moment before he shrugged.

"I just needed somewhere to lay low for a bit." he said simply. "Your dad offered, so I figured I’d take him up on it." He paused, glancing at you again.

"Oh, I see. Well I don’t mind." you smiled softly. "When he’s not around I get pretty lonely, so it’s nice you’re here."

You turned toward the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow. "Want something to drink? I’ve got.. coffee, whiskey and tap water." You paused. "Oh, and tea!"

Leon’s mouth twitched. He leaned against the counter, arms folding loosely across his chest as he watched you move around the kitchen.

"Whiskey and coffee sounds like a terrible combination." he mused. He tilted his head slightly, studying you for a moment. "Which probably means I’ll try it eventually."

You snort and look back at him. "Tea’s fine for now."

"Tea it is, then."

Steam rose as you started the kettle, and Leon’s gaze wandered briefly around the room before settling back on you, then he glanced down when you set a small bear shaped mug in front of him. Leon blinked as a quiet snort escaped him. "Seriously?"

"What? It's a mug." You say flatly.

"Yes, for kids. You still a kid? Still drink juice boxes?" He asks sarcastically.

"Oh, I still drink juice boxes." you said proudly over your shoulder. "But I’ve expanded my palette, don't worry."

Leon shook his head, a small grin tugging at his mouth as he looked down at the cup again. "Yeah? What’s the upgrade... Juice boxes with straws?"

You turned slightly, wiggling your eyebrows. "Better. Juice boxes that can be recycled."

"You're exactly like your father."

You poured the hot water into the mug, the tea bag bobbing gently in the cup before placing it in front of him. "Still got that ridiculous sweet tooth, then?" he added.

"Obviously."

"Then not a lot changed." There was no bite to the comment.

"Yeah. Well— you did change." You said suddenly. "You look different."

You froze, then immediately turned away, flustered. "I mean, not in a bad way! You still look very good, just older— not that old is bad, you look good for someone your age, but I didn’t mean anything by that, I just—"

You took a breath, frowning. "How old are you?"

Leon couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his tired face as he watched you unravel. "Relax, kid." he chuckled. "You think you could hurt my feelings with that?" He took a small sip of his tea. "I’m forty nine. Not ancient."

"Oh." you said, tilting your head as you studied him more carefully. "Forty nine, that’s—" You squinted slightly. "You don’t actually look it. You’re quite handsome?" You shrugged.

"Handsome?" He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands against the counter between you. "That almost sounded like a compliment."

"It was a compliment." you said quickly, rolling your eyes. "I’m making up for all the times I called you ugly and scary when I was little."

Leon snorted softly at that. "Right."

You stirred sugar into your own tea before looking up again. "So— Got a girlfriend?" you asked lightly.

Leon shook his head. "What about you, got a boyfriend?"

You dropped into the chair across from him with a small shrug. "Nope." a second passed. "I don’t really get much attention anyway." you added, stirring your tea absentmindedly.

Leon frowned faintly. "That so?"

You gave a small laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

"Unless you count random guys online asking for boob pictures?" you said dryly. "Then yeah, tons."

You shrugged again, settling back in your chair. "People are shallow these days. If you don’t look a certain way they barely notice you."

Leon’s gaze drifted over you as you spoke. The oversized shirt hid most of your shape, but it didn’t hide everything, the softness of your figure, the gentle curve of your waist as you leaned against the table.

He had seen enough in his life to know better than to trust whatever ridiculous standards people invented online. "You’re telling me no guy has ever asked you out?" There was genuine disbelief in his voice now.

"Nope." You toyed with your spoon. "I keep to myself mostly."

"Bullshit." Leon studied you for a moment, then he leaned back slightly in his chair, shaking his head. "Kids these days must be blind then." he muttered. He hadn’t missed the way your tone dipped near the end, or how you tried to brush it all off like it didn’t matter. "Their loss. You could do better than some asshole who only cares about how someone looks."

You hummed softly, gaze drifting down to the counter.

"Yeah, dad always says that." Your finger started tracing small patterns across the surface without you even noticing. "I don’t really engage with people like that anyway." you continued. "But sometimes when I go out with my friends.. I already know how it’s gonna go."

You let out a small laugh, though it sounded a little hollow. "Like, if a group of boys walks up to us, I know it’s not because they wanna talk to me. It’s because they saw my friends."

For a moment the kitchen fell quiet except for the faint bubbling of the kettle cooling on the stove. Leon watched your finger moving in circles on the counter. Something in his chest tugged unpleasantly.

You shook your head suddenly, forcing a brighter tone. "Anyway! Blegh! Sorry— I got all sappy there for a second." You straightened and waved a hand dismissively. "Tell me about your time away, Mister Kenn—" You caught yourself and winced. "I mean Leon."

Leon clear his throat quietly. His fingers tightened slightly around the mug before he took another sip of tea. "Don’t apologize." he said after a moment. "You’re allowed to feel what you feel."

He set the mug down on the counter with a soft clink. "And trust me." he added dryly "You’re not the only one who’s spent a little too much time alone."

He rolled one shoulder, like he was physically shrugging off the weight of the conversation. "You really wanna hear about my exciting time away?" The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

"Oh, yeah." you said immediately, swirling your hand in the air dramatically. "I love stories about guns and dangerous men and more guns."

Leon’s smirk widened into a real grin. "You got a thing for that, do you?" he asked, tilting his head. "Guns and dangerous men?" His eyes glinted faintly. "Should I tell your dad to keep an eye on you?"

You gasped dramatically and placed a hand over your chest like you were swearing an oath. "I swear on my heart I’m a very good and diligent girl!" You smile. "But there’s nothing wrong with liking the stories, right?"

"Oh, sure." Leon drawled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the counter again. "Pretty sure the last time I heard someone say that it was right before they tried to stab me."

His grin lingered as he crossed his arms. "But fine. You want stories?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Tell me something first..." His voice dipped just a little, trying to sound ominous. "How well do you sleep without nightmares?"

You shrugged. "Who said I sleep?"

Then immediately you leaned forward across the counter, shaking slightly in mock excitement. "C’mon, tell me!" you whined. "Dad always brags about how cool you are and whatnot. You’re telling me he’s been lying this whole time?"

"You know exactly how to get what you want." He pushed himself off the counter slightly, folding his arms again. "And for the record." he added smugly. "Your dad hasn’t been lying." His grin turned cocky. "I’m pretty cool."

You snorted loudly. "Okay then prove it! Or are you just talk, Leon?"

Your palms pressed against the counter as you leaned toward him slightly. Leon’s smirk sharpened instantly. He leaned forward too, resting both hands on the countertop so that the distance between you suddenly felt much smaller.

"Alright." he said, his voice dropping lower. "You wanna hear about the time I fought a B.O.W. in a collapsing subway tunnel with nothing but a knife and a lighter? Or would that keep you up all night?"

You blinked, tilting your head smiling. "I sleep just fine. I’ve always been good at ignoring bad thoughts."

"Yeah, because you were always ridiculously spoiled as a kid." He rolls his eyes.

"I was not!"

"Oh, come on." he said, voice dry. "Convincing your dad to drive twenty minutes for the ‘right’ strawberry ice cream? That’s textbook spoiled."

"That happened once! And it was important." you shot back, narrowing your eyes.

"Twice."

"Second time was for a different flavor. " you protested, flailing slightly.

"And the arsenal of stuffed animals?" he continued, ignoring you entirely. "Forty of them, all named, all with personalities you expected us to memorize."

"Thirty two." you corrected quickly.

"Right." he countered, leaning casually on the counter, eyes gleaming with amusement. "And don’t forget the 'random rocks from park' collection. Had to be alphabetized, of course."

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I was organized, okay?"

Leon laughed softly, hit by the wave of nostalgia, how time passed. "And you were always giving him so many tantrums when you didn’t get your way."

You rolled your eyes. "They weren’t tantrums. They were a peek into the future if I didn’t get what I wanted. So actually, I was doing him a favor, as a pure hearted child."

Leon snorted softly, shaking his head. "All right, a warning, then. How benevolent of you. Pure hearted my ass."

You tilted your head, a faint grin creeping onto your face. "Are you trying to get on my bad side?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really wanna do that?" You spun around slightly, hands forming playful finger guns. "Careful, Mr. Kennedy. I’m really good at rock-paper-scissors and papercranes. You don’t wanna mess around with me."

Leon blinked once, then let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Finger guns." he repeated "Damn, kiddo— you’re playing dirty. I'm shaking in my boots." He rolled his tired eyes. "You sure you wanna challenge me on my own battlefield?"

You nodded confidently, chin lifted. "I know my skills. Don’t underestimate me."

Leon’s smile softened as he studied you, the curve of your lips, the spark in your eyes. "God, you haven’t changed a bit. Still a pain in the ass."

"Well?" You laughed, a small, breathy sound. "Welcome home."

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting thin lines across the living room walls. Leon sat stiffly in the armchair, arms crossed, his shoulders tense. He wasn’t tired, not exactly, but he just felt... Strange. Maybe because he was back here? Maybe because it's been so long since he's heard a genuine laugh?

From the kitchen, you hummed softly, moving around as he watched you for a moment.

He wished to go back to all of those years, where none of this happened, when he was okay, when he wasn't so scared to be happy or be selfish.

You glanced toward him briefly, catching his eye, then went back to what you were doing. Leon’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He wasn’t supposed to get invested in someone else, not ever, he needed to start over, fresh. Right?

He leaned back, trying to convince himself that whatever he felt was just nostalgia for those long gone years.

"You got coffee made yet?" he finally asked, voice flat.

"Almost." you replied without looking up. "Want milk in it?"

"Sure." he said, voice clipped, pretending to be nonchalant. His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest.

Something about this morning, about the calm in this house, it all felt off and too familiar, all too easy. He didn’t like it.

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More days pass, and somewhere along the line, Leon decides to move into your dad’s bedroom. Not because he necessarily wanted to.

Sleeping on the couch had been fine at first. He was just passing through, crashing there for a few nights before figuring out what came next.That was the idea, anyway.

But mornings started to become a problem. Because more often than not, you were the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.

Most morning you were already in the kitchen when he woke up, barely awake, singing quietly while you poured yourself something to drink. Other times you’d walk in with sleep still clinging to you, hair messy, wrapped in some oversized sweater that looked like it belonged to your dad, and some shorts that left nothing to the imagination. And the sunlight always seemed to find you, pouring through the windows at the right angles, catching the edges of your body that made everything feel harder than it already was.

Leon would wake up to that scene more mornings than he wanted to admit, lying there on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes like he could block it out if he tried hard enough, and the other trying to hide the obvious growing problem in his pants.

It was distracting. Annoying even.

Not because you were doing anything wrong. Hell, you were just living your life in your own house. But seeing you first thing in the morning like that was starting to get under his skin.

And Leon Kennedy had spent far too many years learning how to recognize problems early. So eventually, he moved his things into your dad’s bedroom.

It was just farther away, down the hall with door he could close.

Because the truth was, waking up on that couch and seeing you every day, while you blinked sleep out of your pretty eyes, was starting to make him wish he’d never tried this retired shit in the first place. Back when he was working, everything had been simpler. Clear missions. Clear danger. Clear rules.

That was a different kind of battlefield entirely, and one he wasn’t entirely sure he had the discipline to keep losing.

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Leon was sitting on the couch legs spread, one arm thrown over the back and a beer in his hand as he watched some stupid reality show.

He tried to focus on the TV, but his mind kept drifting. You were in there, occupying the space in his brain, frustratingly distracting without doing anything at all.

When did it get this bad?

A soft click from the other side of hallway shakes him from his self induced trance. He scowled at himself for noticing. The door opened, and you stepped in, yawning softly. His eyes flicked up automatically, but not before he stared at your clearly hard nipples that strained against the material of your blouse. Damn it.

"You finally decided to join me?"

"Yeah." you plopped down beside him. "Done being obsessed with my stupid game. For today."

Leon shook his head. You were stupidly endearing and so fucking irritating. Both at once.

"You seriously spend your time watching this crap?" he asked, nodding toward the TV. You shrugged. "I like having it on while I cook. Helps with the background noise, I guess."

Leon let out a soft huff, like he wasn’t sure if it was amusement or mild exasperation. "Jesus." he muttered. "You’d probably be entertained by paint drying."

You laughed lightly, stretching out your arms. "So what? It’s not hurting anyone." You take the remote, quickly change the channel to one of your favorite childhood movie.

"Nothing’s hurting anyone." he said, voice low, almost to himself. He took a swig of beer, eyes flicking to you for just a second longer before he looked away, clearing his throat. "You're either stupidly sweet or incredibly naive." he added. "I can’t quite tell which yet."

"What’s bad in that?" you asked, kicking him lightly with your foot. Leon let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Nothing bad. Just— someone’s gonna take advantage of that someday. You know that, yeah?"

"It’s what the heart is for." You said, stretching back on the couch with a small whine, toes poking him. "You’re in my way."

He exhaled, shaking his head. God, you really were like a little puppy, sweet and endlessly aggravating. He shifted slightly, not touching you, just watching you stretch out, the faintest jolt threading through him.

"You always this fuckin' whiny?"

"Yeah, duh. It’s my characteristic trait." you replied, kicking him lightly again.

Leon cursed under his breath, gripping your foot briefly. "You’re a brat, is what you are." he said gruffly. "Can’t keep your limbs to yourself."

"Blah, blah, blah." you stayed sprawled out on the couch, eyes averting back on the TV.

Jesus. That damn attitude of yours was maddening and he hated that it got him so worked up. Leon huffed softly, rolling his eyes as he watched you swing your body gently to the rhythm of the song on the screen.

"Oh my gosh, I hate that ferret." you said, turning your head towards him just slightly. "It’s so weird. Why is it moaning?"

"It’s a cartoon. That's their whole shtick."

You groaned, ignoring him. He stayed silent, hand still loosely on your ankle, watching.

Leon took another swig of beer. Goddammit, he was already feeling himself get hard. He shifted in his seat, subtly adjusting so he could see you more clearly without leaning in.

You shouldn’t affect him, shouldn’t at all. And still.

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The sun dipped low, painting the porch in streaks of gold and burnt orange. The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of late summer grass.

Leon sat back on the porch swing, one arm draped over the back, eyes on the horizon. He should’ve been thinking about the quiet, the peace, maybe even the small town he'll move to next. But you were next to him, lying against the other side of the swing and his mind refused to cooperate.

He tried to ignore it, to focus on the fading light, but your presence was too damn obvious. The warmth of your shoulder brushing his arm made his chest rigid. He moved slightly.

"Jesus.." he dulled under his breath, more to himself than to you. You glanced up, golden light catching your face, and for a second his heart leaped. So clueless, so dangerous.

Leon exhaled abruptly through his nose, forcing himself to look at the fading clouds instead of the curve of your neck or the way your fingers traced patterns on the wood swing. Keep it together, he told himself. He was supposed to be the one in control, the trusted adult.

"Hey, kiddo." he rasped after a moment, voice testing. "Can I ask you something?"

You tilted your head, eyes glimmering. "Sure. Shoot." You giggled faintly. "Get it, shoot? Because you got a gun… anyway—" You cringe at the stupid attempt of a joke.

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose briefly, hiding the flare of frustration. Of course you’d joke now. He let out a low huff, his gaze flicking away to the fading day light. "And you’ll be honest with me, yeah?" he said finally, voice low. "Even if it’s— weird."

You shrugged casually. "Depends... Leon— you were like my second dad growing up. I’ll try." You continue with a sigh.

He exhaled inaudibly in enjoyment, maybe aggravation, but mostly guilt. What the hell is he feeling? He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this— He's your father’s best friend, you're the little girl he’d watched grow up.

But you were pressed close to him bright, delicate, and all his control was slipping.

"Alright." he whispered, voice cracking despite himself. His thumb tapped against the swing chain, eyes flicking to your lips for a fraction of a second before forcing them back to your gaze.

"Just wanted to know—" Leon takes in a soft breath. "How much trouble would I get into if I kissed you right now?"

You froze, eyes widening, your lips parting slightly. Your cheeks flared up. Did he really just say that? Leon’s jaw clenched at your reaction, the way your body stiffened, way your pulse must be racing.

God, what was he doing?

You swallowed hard, thoughts racing. Your dad. His best friend. Him. The consequences. And yet the feeling of his presence and the gravity in his voice made it impossible to ignore your own fluttering heart. "I—I don’t think... you’d get in any trouble." you admitted softly, voice wavering, soft cheeks still burning.

Leon’s chest strained, the sound of your words hitting him in a way he hadn’t expected. You didn't even realize what this does to him. He leaned slightly closer, eyes flicking to your lips for an instant before locking back into your pleading eyes.

"You think? Oh, sweetheart—"

"You won’t get in trouble." You repeated yourself, voice firmer this time.

The certainty in your tone made his fingers flex on the swing chain. God, you were too much. So unaware, and perfect in every damn way that made his blood roar.

Without warning, he leaned in, lips pressing to yours in a urgent motion, all restraint snapping. Hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. You gasped, hands clutching his shirt, knees pressing against his sides, your body fitting perfectly against him as you straddled his lap.

Leon’s growl was low and instinctive. Every rational thought fled as the need to claim you, your warmth, took over. You were pliant, sweet, intoxicating, and he wasn’t about to fight it.

Then with a sharp inhale he broke the kiss his chest heaving, eyes dark. "Bedroom." he commanded finally. "Now."

You took a few shallow breaths in, head shaking quickly, before entering the house and hurrying toward your dad's bedroom, since it was the most close one to the entrance.

Leon followed right behind you, the door shutting with a quiet thud once you were both inside.

You stopped near the middle of the room, a little unsure now that the moment had actually caught up to you. Leon didn’t say anything at first. His eyes moved over you slowly, taking you in the way he hadn’t really allowed himself to until now.

Then he stepped forward, two steps and he was right in front of you. "On the bed." he said quietly.

You obeyed, climbing onto the mattress and shifting toward the middle of it. Your eyes stayed on him as you sat there, watching him. Leon didn’t keep you waiting long. In a second he was over you, lowering himself down and bracing his weight on his forearms, keeping you pinned beneath him. You could feel his hardon pressing down onto your clothed cunt.

He paused there, looking at you. His gaze moved over your flushed face, the quick rise and fall of your chest, the way you were watching him right back with those big, unsure eyes.

"I've wanted you for a long time." He let out a breath against your neck, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His eyes were darker now, something restless burning behind them. "Too goddamn long." His jaw tightened.

Before you could say anything else, his mouth was on yours again, cutting off whatever question had been forming. The kiss was deeper this time, more certain. He didn’t need to think too hard about when those thoughts had started, not now. Not with you beneath him like this, at least.

Leon felt the way your body pressed into his, the way you moved your hips desperate without hesitation, like this moment had been what you'd been dreaming of, too.

Or maybe he was just trying to make himself feel better. Maybe.

His teeth caught your bottom lip just enough to make you gasp before his tongue smoothed over the spot. "Tell me you want this." he spoke against your mouth, voice low. His hand slid under your shirt, fingers moving slowly until they brushed the lace of your bra. "Say it, or I stop." Because as much as he wanted you, he needed to hear it. Needed to know this wasn’t just him finally snapping.

"N-No, please don’t stop..." you shook your head quickly.

A low groan left Leon’s chest. That was all the answer he needed. His mouth moved to your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin there in a sharp little bite before he spoke again. "Good girl."

His hands moved higher under your shirt, rough palms sliding over warm skin until his knuckles came under the clasp of your bra, undoing it.

"That’s it." he muttered, almost to himself.

When the garment finally slipped off your body arched into the touch without thinking, and the reaction pulled another low sound from him. His mouth found your ear next, teeth biting your earlobe. "Relax, baby." he murmured. "I’ve got you."

His hands moved slowly, exploring, mapping the soft curves of your body like he had all the time in the world, all though his breathing was ragged, betraying the restraint he was barely clinging to. His lips traced a slow, hot path down your throat, pausing to suck a mark into your collarbone.

"You feel that?" he muttered against your skin, shifting his hips just enough to let you feel his hardened cock more against you. "Can you feel how badly I want you?"

You let out a sharp breath, face growing hotter with each second. "O-Oh~"

Jesus. That sweet, little sound, the sight of you all flushed and wide eyed beneath him, it was enough to drive any damn man over the edge. So really, it was your fault.

"Yeah, princess?" he murmured, his own voice ragged. "You feel what you do to me? You feel how crazy you drive me?"

His hand slid lower, tracing the edge of your waistband, fingertips slipping under the elastic, then lower, lower, and christ, he could taste how wet you were.

"Please—" You gasp, your fingers fumbling at his waistband, so eager, so desperate. Leon groaned when and he caught your wrists in his grasp, pinning them above your head with a single hand.

"Easy, sweetheart." he clicked his tongue. "Let me take care of you first."

His free hand trailed down your body, fingers slipping beneath your waistband before pulling everything off completely. He stared in awe as your wet folds glistened in the dim light of the room, some already dripping down on the sheets. In his many years on this earth, he had never seen a pussy this pretty, he thinks to himself.

He leans in without hesitation, spreading you more, more before he finally pushes two fingers past your fluttering entrance. You choke back a moan, eyes searching for his. "God, you're beautiful like this." he presses a kiss on your belly button.

Leon growled as he felt you adjusting to his fingers. God, you were so tight, so warm— He couldn't wait to feel you around his aching cock.

"Look at you." he murmured against your skin, his voice already wrecked. He felt pathetic. "Fuck." Leon’s breathing hitched as you squeezed around his fingers and he leaned in closer, pressing a rough, open mouthed kiss to your throat.

His thumb pressed firm circles against your clit just to feel you tremble. "You want more?" he breathed, lips grazing your jaw. "Tell me."

"Y-Yes— Please.. Need it, need you."

"Yeah?" You could feel the smile in his voice. "Tell me what you want." His thumb circled your swollen clit again faster this time. "Tell me and I'll give it to you."

"Leon, please—" You're practically sobbing. "Please, wan' you to fuck me.."

Leon's vision nearly whited out at your words, his grip tightening around your thighs as he groaned, forehead pressing against yours.

"Fuck." he gritted out, pulling his fingers out of you wirh a soft pop. "Shit— okay, baby. Let me give it to you." He wastes no time, discarding his pants and briefs somewhere on the floor of the room, letting you see him in all his huge glory.

Were you scared? A little. But you are a big girl, so you'll power through scary things, right?

His hands slid under your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he positioned himself better between your legs, pressing the thick, leaking head of his cock against your soaked entrance.

With one slow, agonizing thrust he gave you exactly what you asked for. He was going to ruin you.

"Oh, my—" you arched against the mattress, the sudden stretch painful. A soft sob rips from your throat as you bite down on your own finger, teary eyes searching for his in panic. "L-Leon.." you mumble, dazed.

Leon's jaw clenched tight, sweat beading at his temples as he fought against the feverish urge to just take. "Look at me." he ordered, voice desperate. When your glassy eyes met his, he exhaled sharply, pressing a kiss to your trembling lips.

"Breathe, baby" he murmured, hips rolling slowly, giving you time to adjust. "Just breathe f'me." You whine, frowning, legs pulling him closer. Gosh, you could feel him in your lungs. "M-move please.."

Leon growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he finally, pushed in fully. "Fuck—like this?" he rasped, dragging his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back in, hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.

Who knew he had it in him?

His thrusts were rough, relentless, every snap of his hips designed to wring another desperate sound you didn't know you were capable of making.

"Tell me—" he demanded, voice wrecked. "Tell me who’s fucking you like this— who’s making you feel this good, baby? Huh?" Because he needed to hear it. And he needed you to understand who you belonged to right this moment.

"You— Ah! You, you are, Leon, 's you~" You grasp tightly at his flexed arms. Leon groaned, lips finding your neck again, teeth biting over your pulse.

"Good girl." Leon praised, hips diving in deeper, harder, making you see stars. "That's it, take it." His fingers tightened on your hips, and you already know they'll leave bruises behind. "Take it all. All~ of it." He coos.

His hands skimmed over your body, finding your pebbled nipples then harshly pinching them, making you shiver. "You're mine." he growled, hips snapping forward, more demanding than asking. "Say it. Say you're mine."

" 'M yours, 'm yours, 'm yours!" You're barely coherent, whole body jolting at the harsh movement, eyes shut tightly, puffy lips forming a small 'O'

"G-gosh, wait— wait—!" You sob loudly. " 'M gonna pee, 's too much too much-" You stay clenching around him, embarrassed and confused.

Leon laughs softly, shaking his head. His hand slid between your bodies, palm pressing firmly against your lower tummy. "You're not gonna, baby." He was amused. "That’s all me." He gave slow roll of his hips just to watch your eyes roll back.

"You can let go." But you shake your head, soft incoherent pleads filtering over the ringing in your ears. You gasp, mouth slack as your whole body starts convulsing, hot liquid gushing out around Leon's cock.

"Oh fuuh—" You're crying real tears now, from embarrassment, pleasure, pain, you don't know. Your body is still shaking and Leon fucks you through it. His hand slid up to your jaw, lifting your face so he could look at you, all teary eyed and blissed out, your cheeks flushed a pretty color, hair disheveled.

"Dirty girl." he smiled, licking the sweat glistening at the hollow of your throat. "Look at the mess you made on my cock, baby."

His thrusts grew rougher and more desperate, chasing his own release now, body burning with the need to claim you completely. Who cares if he could get you pregnant? Consequences were the last thing on his mind, especially when you were still sucking him in so deep like a vice.

"Look at me." he demanded, fingers gripping your chin tighter, forcing your gaze up to his. "Look at me when I fill you up with my come, okay?"

You nod, left only a babbling mess as your glassy eyes barely keep open. "Y-Yes- ha.." You reply, brain fuzzy.

Leon couldn't fight the moan that rumbled deep in his chest when your eyes finally found his. There was something wild now and possessive in his expression, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, pressing against it.

"That's it~" he crooned, his voice gruff. "Just like that, I know, I know. God, you're so pretty, baby." His thrusts grew uneven, his control shattering as he chased his own release, harder, faster. More, more, he needed more of you. Closer, closer.

His rough thumb found your swollen clit again, circling it faster, a familiar warmth washing over you. "L-Leon—"

"You gonna come again, baby? Gonna come on this cock?"

"Mhm.." You squeak, hips meeting his hand for more friction. "Fuck—" He stilled, hips jerking forward as he spilled deep inside you, a growl rumbling low in his chest as he filled you to the brim. The new feeling of being stuffed brought you over the edge and when you came again, his cock still buried inside you, Leon watched lightheaded as your belly seemed more round slightly under his release.

He hadn’t had this good of a fuck since he was thirty, he thinks.

His fingers traced over the soft swell, pressing lightly just to hear your soft voice. "Jesus." he clicked his tongue. He pulled out slowly, reluctantly, watching with hooded eyes as a slow trickle of his come escaped your gaping entrance.

His thumb swiped through it, smearing it against your skin before pressing two fingers back inside you, just to feel how full you still were.

"S'too much.. So— full.." You whine, more to yourself.

Leon smirked satisfied as your words slurred together, your body limp and pliant beneath him. His fingers curled inside you with an obscene squelch, pressing deeper just to hear you again. "Yeah?" he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "Greedy little thing, aren’t you?"

He leaned down, kissing the soft swell of your belly where his cum still lingered before meeting your sleepy eyes.

"Next time" he began, fingers still working lazily inside you "I’ll fill you up more. Promise."

"Pinky?" Your smile was crooked and he snorts. "Pinky."

He was almost more shocked than you that he had it in him for four more rounds. Maybe that’s what loneliness does to a man— makes him greedy. He knew for a fact he’d never come this many times in one night before. Hell, he didn’t even think it was possible for him anymore. But tonight, with you under him all tight and willing, it felt like his body just refused to stop.

The room had gone quiet.

The only sound left was the slow rhythm of breathing and the faint rustle of sheets as the two of you settled back against the mattress. The earlier drive had burned itself out, leaving only the smell of sex and your sweet perfume filling the air.

Your cheek rested over his heart, one arm draped across his stomach, fingers loosely curled like you’d fallen asleep mid movement. Your breathing was soft and steady now, lashes resting against flushed cheeks, your body slack, deep asleep after you’d given everything you had in you.

Leon stared up at the ceiling. One large hand rested on your back, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles. You’d fallen asleep faster than he expected, your body had simply decided it was done for the night.

And you looked peaceful.

He swallowed slowly, his jaw tightening as he looked down at you. God. Your father trusted him, had trusted him for years. Hell, the man had called him family, allowed him stay here without a second thought.

And now here Leon was, in his bed, holding his daughter after he fucked her brains out.

His thumb brushed lightly along your shoulder as you shifted in your sleep, letting out a soft, content little sigh as you burrowed closer against him.

Leon closed his eyes for a moment.

Was it a mistake?

He knew it. Every rational part of his brain knew it. It had consequences written all over it. This was something reckless that happened because the two of you were alone too long, right? Something that wouldn’t happen again, right?

Right.

His hand slid slowly up your back, resting there protectively. Maybe.. Maybe it wasn’t as wrong as it felt.

Yeah, he’d watched you grow up, but maybe that just meant he knew you better than anyone else ever could. Maybe it meant he’d protect you better than anyone else ever would.

Somewhere even deeper in his mind, a small part of him hoped tonight meant something more than just a mistake. Something that would keep the two of you tied together long after the moment passed. Leon closed his eyes, pulling you a little closer against him.

God, he hopes it sticks. It's sick, isn't it? He's sick. But the image is burning in his mind, you round with his child.

He already knew what was going to happen. The more time he spent around you, the worse it would get.