Leon was on a peaceful walk, something to get his mind away from the constant troubles that plagued his life. The night air was cool and refreshing against his alcohol warmed skin, his glovefree hands finding purchase in the pockets of his trademark leather jacket. He usually didn't drink alone and wander the streets after, but tonight felt different - he didn't want to return to his barren apartment and face all that waited for him there. Leon Kennedy carried a great burden with him, nightmares sometimes only the least of his worries. Hesitating in his journey to nowhere, he leaned against a brickwall as if he were tired.
"Hey!" A voice called, his bleary eyes raising from his booted feet to settle on the woman on the opposite side of the street. "Are you okay?" Leon frowned as she stepped into the road and made her way over to him. She didn't sound familiar, maybe he saw her at the bar. As she neared, his eyes slid over her form. It only added his confusion - what woman would go to a bar dressed like she was out for a run?
"Heeey, beautiful," He slurred, leaning towards her to get a good look down the front of her top, the hand she had placed agianst his chest stopping him. He smiled haphazardly, settling back against the wall to better examine her. She had dark brown hair, swept up into pony tail high on her head. Her eyes were piercing blue, staring up at him with a slightly amused expression. "What brings youuuu hereee?" He drawled as she leaned him back against the wall.
"You're drunk," She stepped closer, feeling around in his pockets for identification. He didn't protest; he didn't mind being felt up by a sexy woman. "Well, Mister Kennedy, we should get you home before you run into trouble." She held his black wallet in her hands, reading from his driver's license before closing it and returning it to his jacket pocket. He vaguely remembered that he had left his secret service identification in his bedroom, and for that he was slightly grateful.
"Only if you come with me," Her face tilted up so she could look at him, her pink mouth curling into a smile. She took his hand and eased his arm over his shoulder, pulling him away from the wall. It wasn't required, he could still walk properly but he wouldn't complain.
"I'm not going to leave until you're safe in your apartment. You could probably take care of yourself if you weren't intoxicated," She replied lightly, her footsteps echoing against the dark pavement. It smelled like rain, and she hoped to get him home before the clouds let loose their fury. His address said he didn't live far, but at the rate they were going, it would be a good twenty minutes before they arrived. The temperature was dropping as the storm rolled in, the once mellow breeze now gusting against them.
"Stop, wait," He gurgled, pulling away from her and wavering on his feet. She watched him curiously, the wind throwing his sandy hair across his face as he tugged awkwardly out of his coat. "Put this on," He held it out to her. He didn't' need it, not with as hot as he felt. Her head bowed a bit as if to hide the slight red on her cheeks, taking the jacket and pulling it on. Instantly she felt warmer, zipping it up and pulling it close. He smelled wonderful, a scent she couldn't quite put a finger on but it was like a mixture of soap, leather and something that reminded her of home. She didn't have time to speculate, Leon's blue oculars watching her curiously.
"Thank you very much," She smiled, reaching out for his hand instead of his arm; he didn't need her to guide him. They were almost there. "I'm Jill," She offered almost shyly, her soft expression turning at once to alarm when she felt a raindrop splatter on the tip of her nose. Then another, and another until it was down-pouring. Leon laughed drunkenly, stumbling along after her as she pulled him into a run.
"Ugh, I thought we would get home before the rain," She complained when they arrived on the door step, shivering inside the soaked jacket. His hair, dark with water, clung to his red face. His skin was even more flushed with exertion and the liquor he had consumed, breathing hard as he reached for Jill. His keys were in the pocket.
"It's alright," He drawled, peeling off his shirt when inside. He figured she would leave, turning towards her and watching her as she removed the jacket and hung it on the peg. "Hey listen, why don't you shower and I can get you something to wear... wait the storm out..." Leon didn't really know where he was taking this, but she didn't object, nodding once as she bent to remove her waterlogged tennis shoes. The rain had been bad enough to completely soak through the jacket and get her clothes underneath, her jogging shorts constricting on her legs in their coldness. She shivered once as he fiddled with the thermostat, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he walked. He stood in the hall, leaning against a door.
"Bathroom." He gestured to it with his thumb, "Just leave your clothes outside the door," She nodded again and moved until she was standing next to him, waiting to get inside. His hand lifted and touched the hem of her shirt, her eyes flashing at him in the dark hall. They were curiously dark, a smirk lifting the right corner of his mouth as he returned the expression. She didn't flinch when he leaned closer, their faces only inches apart. His hand shifted until his arm was wrapped around her hips, pulling her closer - again, she didn't object. Perhaps she took it as a challenge or she was just as lonely as he was. He wasn't sure.
"Leon," She breathed, her voice wavering slightly with unreadable emotion, her cool hands splayed across his hot chest. Her head tilted back in open invitation, and he took it. His brain was fuzzed with booze, his mouth hesitant as it moved against her. Her hands flexed slightly, returning the damp kiss with a bit more force. There was a desperate flurry of activity resulting in Jill being pressed against the opposite wall, her legs cradling his hips against hers. His hands were skilled as they slid up her shirt, her stomach quivering against his touch. His face was hidden against her neck, inhaling her scent as it mingled with rainwater and the strong smell of leather. Her fingers slid over his collar bone, his scars as if to memorize him - her cheek pressed into the side of his head and her breath hot in his ear.
"I'm sorry," He murmured against her skin, his breath tickling her as his wet hair dripped on her shoulder. His eyes watched the trail the water drop made, listening to the shuddering sigh that pervaded the sudden silence. He pulled away to look at her, leaning down to kiss her again.
They were connected by that haunting emptiness, Jill avoiding her old life out of fear. When he touched her and clouded her mind with vague pleasure, she forgot it all. And she wanted more. His deep voice rang in her ears, her eyes distant as she stared up at him. Rough, needy hands were gripping her thighs, desperate to feel more of that soft skin and draw more noises from her. He gently held her against him, his mouth caressing the flesh of her neck and shoulder after she extracted herself from her wet top. Her chest strained against the black lace of her simple bra, Leon unable to draw his eyes away from the alluring sight.
"Don't stop," She pleaded, her voice so sorrowful it made him ache as he complied. His hands slid up from her hips and cupped her soft breasts, fingers gripping them lightly when she gave a small gasp of approval. Her body arched, hypersensitive to his touch as she rocked her hips against his. A low hiss resounded in her ears, his head tilting back as she did it again. His dangerous eyes fell to her face, expression contorted with need. Each rock of her body against his pulled a low growl from his throat, his body pressing back and pushing her hard against the wall. The friction of his jeans against the thin fabric of her shorts had her knees quivering, her noises getting louder as her pleasure grew.
"Jill." His voice pulled her back from the gloom of ecstasy, her eyes focusing on his flushed face. He was asking permission and she knew it, his eyes glinting like lightening over the ocean as she nodded. He set her down and she wiggled free from her shorts, watching him unbuckle his drying pants and pull down the zipper as he stepped closer again. When did he take his shoes off? She didn't remember. He lifted her up easily again, pushing her angrily against the wall and lining himself up to enter her. He was only twarted when her hand moved to touch his hardened member, a sharp groan breaking his composure as her thumb ran over the sensitive tip. "Stop!" He commanded, Jill's hand immediately moving to rest stickily on his shoulder. Her expression was meek, like a scolded child but it didn't last long. Lining himself up again, he all but shoved himself inside her. Her low cries melded into one another as he worked at her, his blunt fingernails finding purchase in the skin of her legs.
Just as quickly as it started, it was over and he was pulling away from her. She held onto him weakly, her legs threatening to buckle when she tried to hold up her weight. He smirked at her as he lifted her easily and carried her to his room. She was drifting in and out of awareness, her mind fuzzy and body refusing to work; angry sex was amazing. Tomorrow, when she would wake, she would regret waking up to Leon as much as he would regret allowing her to enter his life in such a way. For now, they lay peacefully next to each other, Jill having donned one of his dark shirts to cover herself.
"I'm sorry," He apologized again, his voice lost in the hammering of the rain on the roof.