✎ᝰ. [leon kennedy] close quarters
⤷ snippet: “It makes me so furious that you just… choose to not see how beautiful you are.” he muttered with a warm breath panning across your cheek, body shivering as his teeth grazed the flesh just under your jaw.
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x fem! reader
⤷ theme: tension, light teasing, nsfw if you squint
⤷ tags: post RE4R leon, pining, close proximity, flashback, sherry birkin mentioned, use of alcohol, reader stutters when nervous, DSO reader, no p-in-v, alludes to sex, off screen sex, not proof-read
An average night for you would be sitting behind a massive stack of files, sorting them all till the sun began to rise over the land. Yet here you were somehow deciding to go out to the local bar with your coworkers for once, were you sick? Hell your brain fumbled for a reason for this but yielded nothing in return.
“Hey! You gonna get anything?” a shorter blonde waltzed towards you, clearly being a lot more tipsy than she wanted to let on. Your eyes glanced down for a moment landing on her nametag, Birkin. You recognized the name but couldn’t quite place it yet, your mind reeling for any hints that you could scavenge. Birkin took notice of your absent stare deciding to just get it over with. “Sherry Birkin, Raccoon City.” she mumbled, sliding a shot glass across the bar to you.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to stare! Just trying to figure out what I knew you from—” your words ran together faster than you knew to be possible, thankfully interrupted by the bell on the bar's door emitting a soft jingle. Your co-workers all glanced towards the door, some looked for a bit at what— more so who just walked in.
“LEON!” Sherry yelled a bit too loud, causing your ears to ring just a bit. You watched as she skipped off towards him, deciding to down the shot she got you in one go, You coughed— straight vodka. If you knew this is what would happen tonight then the paperwork would’ve been a better eligible bachelor. Your mind raced, flashes of bare skin and low grunts filling your head. It had been four months since your little run in with Leon S. Kennedy, though it felt like years.
“You sure this is gonna work? Leon whispered as he readied his pistol, aiming it at the large steel door. Everything had been checked before your departure the night before, security clearance, possible ambush zones, nearby military bases and more. Getting assigned for a field job with Kennedy wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to you, heaven forbid one of you gets injured or you die. “Mhm.” you cleared your throat, giving him the signal as you input the breach code, smiling as the door slid open. Leon had briefed you on what to do in the field, so you followed him directly into the dark room ahead right before the door slammed shut. “S-Shit that isn’t supposed to happen—” you whispered as your fingers rapidly fumbled with the tablet in your hands. Though if you had looked up, you would realize that you were pushed chest to chest with the other.
“Wanna make some space?” Leon scoffed under his breath as he attempted to scoot backwards, only to ram his shoulders into a metal wall. Hearing the thud your eyes scanned the room, a fucking storage closet. “They h… they had to have messed with the data, changed the floorplan in the system I don’t know..” you were clearly freaking out and the little to no space didn't help one bit. Leon lazily rested his hands on your hips, choosing comfortability over formality, “calm down, just scan the floorplan— see what they swapped it with.”. You swore you tried to focus on the very important task at hand, be it life or death but the warmth radiating from his palms was no help. You slowly looked up praying to anyone that would listen that he would understand.
A small smirk was playing along his lips, the only thing really visible being his eyes which were definitely staring. “It makes me so furious that you just… choose to not see how beautiful you are.” he muttered with a warm breath panning across your cheek, body shivering as his teeth grazed the flesh just under your jaw. A quiet whine elicited your lips, body clenching tight at the sensation. Leon pulled back as much as he could given the circumstances, “want me to stop?” his voice was barely above a whisper. You scanned his face in borderline shock. What puzzle piece were you missing? What would make him think that? Your eyes slammed shut as you remembered. Spain, three years ago.
Hunnigan had to leave the post for around two hours and had you take over. You would radio in and make sure Leon was surviving, yet once forgot to close your line. Unfortunately for you, it was the most horrible time for your best-friend to call you. You vented about your life, issues and everything you could name. He had heard it all. That was much more apparent to you now. As that’s the only way he would say that. “Don’t stop.” You took a deep breath before sloppily placing your lips against his.
Sadly your little daydream was interrupted by the man himself, standing in front of you. Realizing how hard you had been gripping your empty shot glass, you dared a glance up at him. “Hi.” he said, attempting to dance around the pieces of the past. Your cheeks went flush immediately as he spoke, the alcohol getting to you just enough. “Back to my place?” you asked before your brain could catch up to the words slipping past your lips. A smirk grew on his face and you almost wanted to drag him into the shitty bar bathroom right then and there. “Was coming over to ask you the same thing…” Leon muttered, reaching a hand up to cup your jaw softly, using the other to grab your hand and lead you towards the exit.
⤷ A/N: making myself get a little out of my comfort zone with this ahah it's kinda obvious i've never really written any kind of smut so :p but yeah this was inspired by a silly thought i had while playing re4r so take it! u can share the thought with me!
dividers by @/cafekitsune
cross posted on ao3
