Disclaimer : All characters of the Resident Evil franchise belong to Capcom.

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Genre : Romance/Fluff

Drift Away

Today had not been a good day for Ada Wong. As a matter of fact, it had been one of the most stressful days that she could remember having in a long time. The CIA called her in for work early to investigate a couple of murders, that Umbrella was no doubt behind. On top of that, they made her stay extra late to do paper work. She hated the fact that every time Umbrella was a suspect in certain crimes, they automatically called her, but it was certainly better than working for the last organization that she was with. And it was better than working for Wesker.

"Wesker..." Ada muttered as she traversed the familiar route to her home in Washington D.C. She couldn't help but think of her past, as she headed to her cozy house. She was lucky, no doubt about that. About a year after her mission in Spain, she had completely quit her old life to start fresh. No more spying and assassinating for a paycheck. She soon dropped off the radar, and presumably they got someone to replace her. That was how the spy business worked. An assassin disappears or is killed, and another one takes their place. With a slight sigh, Ada finally pulled into the driveway in front of her house. It was a nice, Victorian-style place that came equipped with a second floor, and a basement. Not too shabby for an ex-spy. Of course, the key to Ada's new life was waiting for her, as he always was. She smiled at the thought of her roguishly handsome blonde husband, and eyed her left ring finger lovingly. He had proposed about two years ago, and showed Ada a world that she didn't think was even possible. A world that she didn't believe existed, until she found herself walking down the aisle in a beautiful, white dress. It could only be described as a wonderful dream that you don't wake up from. Not that Ada would if she could, as she was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. And her joy continued to grow each day...

Ada exited her vehicle, and made her way to the inviting maple door that stood between her and relaxation. She was automatically on guard when she noticed that all of the lights in the house were off. Her husband would always wait for her to return, and this wasn't even the latest that the CIA had forced the Eurasian woman to work. She cautiously tried the doorknob, only to discover that it was locked. Ada's heart began to pound, as she quickly reached into her jeans pocket for her house key. It was very uncharacteristic of her husband to lock the door, especially while she was working. Ada finally managed to insert the key and turn the knob, thrusting the wooden door open carefully. Moonlight was the only illumination that the ex-assassin had, as the inside of the house was eerily dark. Her instincts kicked in, as she silently entered her home, quietly shutting the door. Inside, she spotted a strange flickering light that was being emitted from the direction of the house's kitchen. Ada kept her eyes alert, as she crept towards the area where she would usually fix her husband dinner. The light grew brighter, as did Ada's apprehension as she neared the kitchen. Her heart thudded nervously when she finally arrived, and what she saw caused her jaw to drop in shock. The source of light was revealed, as two long, white candles shimmered in uncertainty on the kitchen table. The light showed the Eurasian woman what the table held, and she could make out two plates which held in interesting array of food. Beside the plates rested wine glasses, which were filled with crimson liquid. Ada observed the scene incredulously, and wasn't even aware of the tall, blonde-haired man that stood behind her. He quickly allowed his presence to be known by throwing his arms around her slender figure. She slightly jumped in alarm, but realizing who it was, relaxed in his embrace, as he intertwined his fingers around her stomach and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Welcome home gorgeous." he whispered in Ada's ear, causing shivers to run up and down her spine. With a quick kiss to the porcelain-like skin on her cheek, the blonde man allowed the raven-haired beauty to turn in his grasp. Ada made out her husband's features, which were accented by the wild dance of the candles' flames. The light orange hue brought out the deep blue color of his eyes, which in turn accentuated his strawberry blonde hair that hung carelessly a couple of inches below his temple. The light also reflected the fact that he hadn't shaved today, and his stubble was revealed, as it curved around the smirk that he was wearing. He was always handsome, but stubble always caused him to look more rugged. Ada had no other words to describe her husband at this moment, other than incredibly sexy.

"You did all this for me Leon?" she asked, burrowing her face into his well-toned chest. Leon kissed the top of Ada's head affectionately, and pulled her closer into his arms.

"Surely you didn't forget what day it is?" he replied, cherishing the warmth that his wife was giving off. Ada softly moaned into the government agent's chest, and with an equally soft smile, she realized what he was talking about. It was April 14. The day that forever changed the Eurasian woman's life. The day that they had chosen to join hands in marriage.

"Our anniversary..." Ada mumbled dreamily into her husband's warm neck, where her face now rested. She inhaled deeply, taking in the natural scent that Leon exuded, which was a mix of male musk and his own pheromones. There was no cologne in the world that could make him smell any sexier in Ada's opinion, so she found herself nestled in his neck quite often.

"That's right honey. So, does that explain all of this?" Leon asked playfully, causing his wife to look up at him with a bright smile. Ada nodded, and allowed her right hand to find it's way to the back of the agent's blonde hair. When she reached her target, her fingers burrowed deeply into his ash locks, and she pulled him down to express her love in one of the best ways that she knew how. Leon closed his eyes, which were drunk with passion at this point, and moved his face closer to Ada's lips, which were aching for the familiar soft touch and taste of her husband. They met halfway in a passionate kiss, and allowed their tongues to explore the deepest recesses of each others mouth. The married couple was very accustomed to the taste and feeling that they received in each kiss that they shared, but at the same time, each osculation was unique, depending on the setting and mood. It allowed a beautiful experience to unfold for Leon and Ada with each intimate moment that they shared. With a little reluctance, the couple's lips slowly separated, and the ex-spy turned her gaze to the table, where their food awaited attention.

"I'd hate for all of your hard work to go to waste." Ada admitted, taking her husband's hand and leading him to the wooden table that held the dinner that Leon had prepared. The blonde agent pulled out a chair for his slender wife, who sat elegantly. As he made his way to his own seat, Ada couldn't help but appreciate how willing he was to do such a chivalrous gesture. Leon's manners had always been excellent, and the Eurasian beauty loved all of the small things that he did for her. It was a little strange to Ada how something that at the time seems so insignificant, could cause her to adore Leon more than she already did, but sometimes it's the small things that really matter. Casting a deserving smile at her husband, who had finally joined her at the dinner table, Ada looked down at her plate, which held tender meat and vegetables that looked as if they had been expertly cooked. The meat was already cut up into desirable portions, and it appeared that Leon had gone through great lengths to ensure that the evening was as pleasant as it could possibly be. Seeing the juicy meat, that appeared to be steak, made Ada realize just how hungry she was. Without hesitation, she picked up her fork and speared one of the square cutlets. She quickly brought the tender steak to her mouth, and was astonished at the amount of flavor that it held. The different spices and seasonings that were used seemed to pop and dance around in her mouth.

"Wow Leon. You've really outdone yourself." Ada commented, earning her a toothy grin from her husband.

"I'm glad you like it sweet heart. It really wasn't that hard to prepare though." Leon responded, inserting a generous amount of green beans into his mouth. She smiled at his humble nature, and returned her attention to the plate that sat before her. Throughout the remainder of their dinner, their conversation varied, as it always did. It ranged from politics and sports, to how much they hate their boss and favorite movies. Leon's conversation skill was another trait that Ada admired, mainly because he was so easy to talk to. He could be serious and listen, genuinely interested with what she had to say, and her opinions on a particular subject. Then, there was the other side that could joke around and make her laugh, even if she was feeling terrible. Time seemed to fly, and soon the married couple found themselves engaged in a conversation, even though their plates were empty, and their wine glasses dry. Leon stood up, and with a wink gathered the barren dishes to discard them in the sink. Before returning to the table to join his wife, he pressed a button on the stereo that was resting on the counter. It instantly came to life, and began to play Dobie Gray's "Drift Away". The melody startled Ada, who was unaware of the agent's actions, but she instantly recognized the riffs. It was the first song that they had danced to at their wedding reception, and the familiar chords flooded the ex-spy with emotions and memories of that joyous day. She looked up, and saw the blonde man extending his hand to her, wearing a warm smile.

"May I have this dance, gorgeous?" Leon inquired, offering his hand. If Ada could speak at the moment, she would have simply kept repeating three words over, and over again. Instead, she accepted his hand, and allowed her husband to lead her to an open area of the kitchen. When they were satisfied with their placement, Ada wrapped her arms around Leon's neck, as he rested his hands on her slender waist. They began to sway their bodies in rhythm, looking deeply into each other's eyes. The candles continued to emit their scarce light, as the married couple lost themselves in each other.

"...The world outside looks so unkind,

Now I'm counting on you,

To carry me through,

Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul,

I want to get lost in your rock n' roll,

And drift away..."

Even after the song ended, and the only sounds that could be heard was breathing, Leon and Ada continued to sway back and forth. The Eurasian woman now had her face buried in the agent's familiar neck, and he was holding her tightly in response. After a few moments, they stopped the song-less dance, and Leon grabbed Ada's hand, planting a soft kiss on her smooth skin in appreciation. The candles were now only a couple of inches tall, and the blonde man quickly blew them out as his wife led him to the stairs. Hand in hand, they made their way upstairs to their bedroom, stopping as they arrived at the maple door. The couple looked at each other lovingly, and locked lips for the second time tonight. Leon stroked the back of Ada's soft, opaque hair, as she rested her hands on his shoulders. They soon broke the kiss, and again exchanged looks of pure adoration.

"Happy anniversary honey." Leon stated, circling his thumb on the back of his wife's hand.

"I love you Leon Kennedy." Ada confessed, her tone laced with pure emotion. The blonde man smiled, and quickly gave the raven-haired beauty a peck on her cheek.

"And I love you Ada Kennedy." he replied earnestly, thrusting the door to the bedroom open with a quick flick of his wrist. They once again joined hands, and entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. One of Leon's favorite sayings was "let your actions speak louder than your words". Tonight, the married couple would do just that, and allow their bodies to express how they felt. Tonight, their actions would prove to each other, as it always did, the undying love that they felt for one another, in the most beautiful way that they could think of.

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Fluff. Everybody loves fluff. And yes, it's a genre because DJ says so, and believe me, you don't want to get into an argument with her. You'll lose...I promise. XD
Well, this was requested by my good friends to pay for all of the tragedy and angst that I have been writing lately. Apparently, I've been crushing people's souls...or something to that extent.

So, I hope that this over-dose of fluff makes up for it. Seriously...I think this is the fluffiest piece that I have ever dared to write. XD
Short, but sweet, right?

I know I mentioned it in the story, but I'll say it again. The song is "Drift Away" by Dobie Gray. Also the chapter name. Not a coincidence my friends lol.
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