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"Leon, do you even know where we are going?" You huffed, extremely annoyed. Of course, you just had to get paired with him on this op. Honestly, you thought he was kinda a jerk.

"Of course I know where we're going. If you'd shut up, we'd get there faster, y'know." You glared at him, and he gave you a half-hearted shrug. You both continued down the winding, overgrown path. It had to be around about ten at night by now? You had no clue.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, between the cold air prickling your skin and the annoying way leon carried himself, it started to rain. Heavy.

You gasped as the first drop of cold liquid dripped onto your skin from a tree above. You decided you'd had enough for one night. "Leon, we need to find somewhere to bunker down for the night. This storm is definitely gonna get worse." He just groaned in reply, clearly just as fed up with you as you were with him.

"Hey, what's that?"

You had noticed a small cabin in the nearing distance, Leon raised his head up to look at it. It looked abandoned enough to at least bunker down for the night, but leon was skeptical.

"No. We already have to worry about finding the presidents daughter before anything too serious can happen to her, I don't need to worry about you too." Leon said, continuing on the path.

"Whatever, Leon, have fun out in this storm then. I'm going in, and I can take care of myself, thanks." You rolled your eyes, heading towards the entrance of the disheveled cabin.

Leon face palmed, he hated how stubborn you were, plus he preferred to work alone. Less issues, less worry, less stress. As you both entered the cabin, you'd both taken notice to the temperature change. It was nice, not necessarily warm, but thankfully warmer than outside.

The cabin was a little dirty, but honestly, better than you had expected, knowing the condition of the area you're in. You took notice of a decent looking couch in the corner, walking over to it to finally rest after your hours of walking and hiking through the woods. You let yourself relax.

Leon just stared at you, something in his expression that you couldn't quite read. "Do you have something to say, smartass?" You smirked, enjoying the way you got under his skin so easily. At least it provided a bit of entertainment for the time being.

"What's with the attitude?"

"I don't know, what's with your face, Kennedy?"

That was his final straw. He was going to correct your horrible attitude. It's the least you deserved after giving him a migraine with your constant complaints. He has no clue how you became a secret agent.

He strided over to where you were sitting oh so comfortably. Both of his hands came down on the back of the couch, on either side of you, caging you in. "Leon...?" You could barely get out a word before he leaned down, his lips roughly connecting with yours.

You paused for a minute, shocked, before you kissed him back. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it, a small string of spit connecting both of your lips. "You.." he paused before continuing. "You have been driving me crazy, this whole op."

"The feeling is mutual, Kennedy." You smirked.

You grabbed him roughly by his jacket, pulling him back down into a searing kiss. This one is more heated. He bit down on your lower lip, making you gasp. He used this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. His hands slid down the back of the couch, finding your hips.

"Leon!-" you gasped,

"Shut up." He said harshly.

His finger looped through the belt loop of your jeans, pulling back on it and then letting go, allowing the material to snap back against you. You tried to suppress a whimper, but failed. He looked at you, asking for your full permission without words. You nodded, eagerly.

He took his time with unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them, and sliding them down your legs. His hand came up to rest on your collar bone before trailing all the way down your body. All the way down to your soaked cunt.

"Damn, and here you had me thinking you couldn't stand me. Yet you're all wet, practically begging for attention, doll." You didn't even have to look at him to know he was smirking, you could hear it in his voice.

"Oh shut up, Leon. This doesn't.. this doesn't change anything. I still hate you."

"Sure you do, doll." He muttered cockily.

His hand slid beneath the waistband of your drenched panties, quickly making work to map out your anatomy. His thumb found your clit, pressing soft circles into it. You let out a wanton moan, unable to hold back anymore. You swore you hated him, but god was he good with his hands.

His middle finger slipped down lower, tracing the outside of your entrance before sliding it in. He didn't wait for you to adjust. He set a punishingly rough pace, resting his forehead against yours. Just when you thought you'd get to reach your oncoming high-, he pulled his hand away.

"Leon, what the hell?" You spat out, annoyed.

"Impatient, aren't we?" He chuckled.

Before you even had time to think, he was already removing his belt and making work of his jeans and undergarments. "Spread." He said, with no real fire behind it. You obeyed him, spreading your legs and lifting up your hips for him when he removed the last barrier between him and you.

He pushed against your entrance, just testing the waters. He made sure you were still okay with this before pushing in slowly. He gave you enough time to adjust to his length, and when you tapped his bicep, he started moving. You gasped, lewdly. He was bigger than you expected, but not painful, luckily.

"I'm close -" he grunted, his hips stuttering a bit. You didn't even have to respond for him to know your climax was also rapidly approaching. He could tell by the way your walls clamped down around him. With a few more thrusts of his hips, you were falling apart on him, your release hitting you hard, and he soon followed after you.

After a few minutes of calming down from his high, he pulled out. A lewd poping noise made as he exited. "Are you okay-" he said, looking up, but you had already passed out on the couch, your long day finally catching up with you. Leon sighed. god, this was gonna be a long mission. He couldn't wait for it to be over, and he'd never admit this to anyone ever, but maybe, just maybe, he didn't think you were as annoying as he made you out to be.

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