Humbly asking for leoki crumbs this Friday morning <333 if you wish !!
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"Kid, no, you'll die down here if I leave you!" Leon protested, voice tight and face pinched with pain.
The black bruise was growing over his face and forearms now, flowing through his veins. He was dying.
Kitty gave a wet cough, placing her hand over the wound in her abdomen. Blood was flowing freely now, over her filthy fingers and soaking through her layered shirts. Her vision blurred — black spots dancing in front of her eyes — as she smiled up at him, the first true smile she had worn in years.
"Its okay, Leon," she managed, her voice a crackling rasp of anguish. "Its okay. I need you and Grace to stop Gideon and Zeno. I-I n-need—" she broke off in fit of coughs, blood spraying from her lips. Her head swam violently and she could barely see Leon's beautiful face any longer. "I need you to get out. You died here once, I don't want it to happen again."
"Don't be stupid," he admonished. "This place is killing me anyway. Who am I if I can't save you?"
"If this wound d-don't kill me, the T-Virus is sure to. Please, at least get Grace outta here." Another hacking cough, blinding pain seared through her, stealing her voice.
Kitty ripped a hand away from her wound, blood-slick fingers gripping Leon's with what little strength she had left. He squeezed back just as her vision began to tunnel. And, oh, the pain was so great she couldn't say goodbye. Not that she wanted to. Goodbye's were too difficult. Instead, she smiled, even as Leon called her name. Even as he screamed."
Heat seared at Kitty's back, pulling her from the soft embrace of sleep. When her eyes blinked open, she realized it was still dark out. Her throat burned with thirst, and for the first time in years she realized she was safe enough to venture further than her sleeping spot to satiate that feeling.
Limbs heavy with sleep, she pulled the covers off of her sweating body, the thin material of her t-shirt and shorts clinging to her frame. She lay there a moment, letting the cool air waft over her heated skin before attempting to sit up. As she did, something tightened around her middle like a vise, a puff of hot air coating the back of her neck.
Kitty froze, gaze darting to the muscular arm that encircled her waist, then twisting to see Leon pressed tightly behind her. He was so warm, so large against her back. Her breath stuck in her throat, heart pounding in her ears. Somehow, she had moved closer to him in the night, and he had not… or had…
What was that pressing against her ass?
Without thinking, Kitty's hand shot toward her backside, pressing her palm gently against the offending object.
Was he sleeping with his gun holstered? If he was she was going to kill him.
Her eyes widened in shock.
That was most definitely not Leon's gun.
Kitty's face flamed, embarrassment burning a hole through her stomach. Oh, if only the ground would open up and swallow her whole. But then it would take Leon too, and she would still be in the same predicament.
A soft grunt pulled her attention back to where her hand was still grasping. Horrified, Kitty snatched her hand away as though burned. Leon's arm tightened further around her, pulling her flush against his erection.
"Fuck, Kid, quit teasing me," he breathed against the back of her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there.
Kitty shuddered, something hot and familiar burning low in her belly.
"Mr. K-Kennedy?" she said hesitantly.
"Mmm…" he mumbled against her skin. "You're so, fuck—"
His hips pressed into hers so roughly he had to be awake, his hand snaking between her thighs to cup her, fingers digging the material of her shorts into her clit. Kitty yelped at the sudden contact, jumping in his embrace.
In a flash, Kitty found herself on her back, Leon's arms bracketed around her head. His pajama-clad thigh parted hers, her bare skin nearly steaming in the cool air of the room.
"Le—" she started, Leon's mouth surging toward her own, hot and insistent."
(I will be nice and give u angst and a steamy snippet)
