AN: Well, well! Here I am again! Hope you guys are doing alright!
So… just to let you all know, this is my take on a CLEON (Claire + Leon) fic. Once again, it's just a PWP (porn without plot) for the same old reason: laziness.
I decided to place this right after my other fic entilted "The Real Thing"- which tells about Claire's time with Wesker after being kidnapped by him. I chose to do it like this, because it's easy to make Cleon happen with the opening of her receiving a "Welcome Back" visit from him. You don't have to read the up mentioned fic to understand this one. This is just added info. But feel free to check on my profile for the link to it, if you're up to.
The set up is that Leon couldn't stop thinking about Claire after they've said their goodbyes by the end of the Harvardville mission, but at the time he decided that they have had enough of each other, so he didn't act on it. But when he found out that Claire had been kidnapped, he got mad with guilt. He was so afraid that he would never see her again and tell her how he felt since they have become so apart, that he used the excuse to see her just as a checkup, but as you all will soon be able to tell, there's much more to it than a welcome visit.
This first chapter has a slow pace and its pretty long, because I want to get EVERYTHING clear on Leon's motives. I want to show his reasoning and what is inside his head. I hope you guys can endure it. I promise to commit myself into delivering a steamy, fluffy and nasty smut between them once I set everything right on his POV.
English is not my mother tongue, Brazilian Portuguese is; and I do not have a beta reader. So pretty please, take it easy on me T-T
I really wish you guys have a nice time reading this and want to thank you in advance for giving me this chance.
With nothing more to add,
My Best Regards.
She loves me not– An Resident EvilCLEON(ClaireRedfield and Leon S. Kennedy) HOT AND BOTHEREDPWP FANFICTION
Subtitles:
|Lyrics|
-Dialogue-
"Thoughts"
Chapter I – Just a man
| Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow |
Looking up the night sky, so clear and full of stars, Leon sighed. He was feeling slightly nervous with sweaty palms and that anxious feeling was making him slightly out of breath.
" Get a hold on yourself, Kennedy. Wasn't it exactly what you've wanted?" – he asked himself.
-/-
Since the episode on Raccoon city, where himself, Sherry and Claire escaped the damned city together, Leon felt that the trio had a special bond. He was so lost, angry, confused, so fucking tired and hurt - they all were-, but they still had one another to cope, to rely on and to find some comfort after all the hell they went through…. Well…That was until Claire simply said she was leaving for her brother.
Leon tried to reason with her, tried to explain that the little kid needed her right now, that HE needed her. They didn't know if someone (or something) had survived the outbreak, they didn't know who could be after them. Leon tried to convince her that Chris was a grown man who had military training and didn't need her to do something just as foolish as to go after him a second time and get herself into trouble AGAIN. Leon had even tried to persuade her, promising that once the duo could figure what's to be done about Sherry, he would go with her after Chris. He was a cop afterall -he had training, had skills-, he would help her. It was just a matter of having some patience.
|A star is out
I reach for one to sparkle in my hand |
But she was so stubborn and eager – to get into trouble- that everything fell on deaf ears. With nothing more than a "goodbye" for him and a kiss on sleeping Sherry's forehead, the redhead was gone.
Leon became colder after that. He felt betrayed. Both women he bonded in the past two days of hell had crash and burned his trust. Ada used him. Claire abandoned him.
Then the government happened. Sherry was taken and Leon was forced to sell his soul to them in order to assure the girl would be…safe.
From that day at Raccoon on, the only times he had any kind of contact with Claire, was from that e-mail she sent him while hostage on Rockfort Island asking for help and a phonecall when she got back.
They have had enough of each other.
Then Spain happened. Ashley, The Illuminados, Las plagas, his "infection"…Krauser….Ada…
Again Ada: using him and … abandoning him…
After that he was a different person, more distant… stone-cold… a perfect agent.
|A star is out
I will not touch you, I am just a man|
Committed only to his work, training and womanizing for fun during his spare time… Young and free- Kennedy had it all.
Until Hardvardville that had been enough for him.
But when he saw her again, at that airport, fighting the undead with just an umbrella, looking out for the other survivors, trying to save a little girl, all tough, beautiful and besides all the doom, still smiling- he have lost his own desire to keep his distance.
At first, Leon thought they would feel like strangers but then Claire would break the ice and everything would be like they have never been apart at all…However, It turned out that it had been awkward his reencounter with her. Yes- it had been years since they last saw each other, but for her so warm and cheerful nature, Leon had hoped that Claire would throw her arms around his neck give him the famous Redfield-Hug. But she did not. They greeted each other like they have never been any close. Have they ever been close anyway?
"Just like strangers"- he thought.
After that weird greeting, while on the wide area of the airport, Rani – the little girl she was taking care- got bumped by that Senator Pig Davis and fell near an approaching horde of undead. Without hesitation, Claire jumped for her rescue- such a brave and kind heart. Watching the scene unfold, Leon threw his spare pistol to her, and she kicked some deadass. Cuddling the girl afterwards, she gave him his gun back. "Thank you"- she just said.
Strangers they were indeed.
And he had yet to finish his mission and still had his partner, agent Muller, to look after. Leon had to fight every urge in his body to stop thinking about the Redfield girl. With all that action going on, it was easier to keep his musings at bay…He had even flirted with Angela – always the playboy- in order to keep his mind away from Claire.
Then he saw her hurt when they bumped into each other again at the Willpharma site. His heart stung. Claire had her leg hurt and was still trying to save the day. Once again he tried to help, but she's tough cookie and denied his offer. She's no cop, had no military training, no superpowers, she's just a civilian. She SURVIVED IMPENDING DOOM TWICE already and was doing it again. His elevator descent after they parted ways again was far longer than he expected especially because of that. Worry.
|Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow|
After all the hell they both went through from that damned airport outbreak ,the boss fight against Curtis and the escape from Willpharma site; Leon offered her a lift in hope that they could spend some time together. It was the first time since Claire took off from that shitty motel all those years ago, that he felt inclined to reach for her, to become closer again.
"..Want a lift?..."
Unfortunately, that day she already had a schedule of her own and a limo was waiting for her, so his offer was declined.
"… Next time we bump into each other let's hope its some place….more normal…" –he had said.
"…Definitely…" –It almost seemed that he could still hear her voice. A shy smile played upon his face as he remembered.
"…Until next time then…" – He had said that, but he was sure they wouldn't be around each 'til another hell broke loose and they happened to be randomly at the same shithole, like usual. Kennedy took it as a sign. They have had enough of each other indeed.
|And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light|
That was, of course, until the news of her kidnapping reached him. Chris gave Leon a call around two days after Claire went missing, asking if she was with him or if he knew her whereabouts.
During Claire's eight (or so) months of captivity, Leon and Chris had had no rest. It was then, that the boys got somehow close and also became ...apart.
Chris was just as stubborn as the redhead (if not more) and the fact that Wesker was the one who had her, drove the man crazy. Christopher was always on edge, cursing and picking useless fights with everyone. They both have fought a lot while trying to search and rescue the younger Redfield. And it was also driving Leon crazy. He kept thinking the worst -fueled by Chris' outbursts- and getting overwhelmed with his own guilt, thinking that he would never see her bright smile again or be able to tell her how he felt.
What drove him forward was the thought of everything he wanted to share with her once she got back, how the thought of her brought him a mix of unwanted feelings. Some good ones, like those feelings of joy and comfort that the memories of the night on the hotel brought him: The trio laughing for just being cleaned up and fed, how nice was to see her dealing with Sherry – so caring. Her worried face- so funny- as she was about to change his bandages or her smile to him as she was about to snuggle into him so they could sleep- Leon had never met someone who had such a beautiful and innocent smile- … but he also wanted to share how those same memories equally evoked bad feelings. He wanted her to finally know how much she had hurt him for leaving, how she was the reason of him becoming this colder person for breaking his trust. Leon wanted to tell her about his resentment and rage for being left, his unhealthy worry- because he knew how her brave and bold nature often could and would put her in trouble. He also wanted to express how he felt about her as a woman- to explain that he did not want nor need to sexually desire her, because it was like longing for a sister or something- but she had kept him awake many nights … He wanted to tell her that he had never met a girl as tough and kind hearted as her. That the sexiest thing he ever saw was that beautiful redhead handling firearms and fighting the dead with only an umbrella.
And on top of it all, he needed to tell her that above all the suffering her decision to leave him that fateful night had brought him, he still felt his heart ache with sadness and happiness all the same, every time her figure flooded his mind.
Leon wasn't in love with her. No.
And usually a tomboy like Claire wouldn't be his choice for a date either- he would rather bed the femme fatale type. But Kennedy felt attracted to her somehow. Maybe not in a sexual way- he wasn't so sure anyway. Leon felt that their story was incomplete. He just wanted to open up his heart to her….
If not as mates, at least as friends and partners.
|Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky|
So finding Claire became his motivation AND obsession.
He and Chris parted ways and went on their own search and rescue operation.
Leon was trying to use his influence and put the government resources on their "personal mission".
Chris had the BSAA to help them. He and Jill broke into the Spencer residence to detain Ozwell and try to find anything that would lead them to Wesker whereabouts. Chris and Jill faced off with Albert. At the climax of the battle, Jill fell off a cliff together with the tyrant.
Everything became so more difficult after that.
They had lost Jill and Claire was still missing. All hope was nearly gone.
Chris was suffering from depression and was having drinking problems. He isolated himself and not very much was heard from him besides that he was seeking trouble, always picking fights and blacking out any and everywhere from alcohol abuse and exertion.
He and Leon had become strangers again.
Then one day, after months of unsuccessful hard work, loneliness, tiredness and existential crisis, while drowning himself in sorrow and alcohol, Leon received the strangest, loudest, cheerful and happiest phone call he ever did from Chris.
"MY SISTER! MY SISTER IS BACK, KENNEDY! FUCK! CLAIREBEAR CAME BACK TO US! AND SHES FINE, KENNEDY! SHE IS FUCKING FINE!"
Then Chris simply hung up.
Leon swallowed dry.
"She's back."
And he was so heavily drunk.
"She is back."- he repeated to himself out loud.
|"Man was born to love
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly too high
And far too lonely than he ought
To kiss the sun of east and west
And hold the world at his behest
To hold the terrible power
To whom only gods are blessed
But me, I am just a man"|
-/-
-…Excuse me, Sir… May I pass? – A voice startled him.
Leon was so into his reminiscences that he did not realize he was standing at the entrance of the Redfield's building, blocking the way. He cleared his dry throat and let the old lady pass by.
-I'm sorry ma'am… There you go…- He opened the door for her and followed inside.
He made his checkup with the receptionist, trying his best not to be a jerk with all that flirting she pulled on him. He was now a man on a mission. This visit was a surprise he arranged with Chris. The older Redfield had to travel back to Europe to keep their search on Jill's body so Leon was supposed to keep an eye on Claire for Chris during his absence.
She was back from captivity only three days ago and was released from the BSAA quarantine just this morning.
He was so nervous. Just like a teenage boy.
Leon was so used to chitchat or no chat at all, that the idea of having deep conversation with someone- especially like Claire- gave him Goosebumps. So much for a happy ending.
|And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light|
Postponing the inevitable, Leon decided to use the stairs instead of the elevator. More time to think everything through. Holding the gifts he bared for her: a teddy bear holding a heart that had a "Welcome Back" saying and a box of fancy chocolate, he started his ascension to the Redfield's home, all the while trying to figure how to approach her, how to introduce himself, what to ask, what not to ask…
"Damned sweaty palms."
…what to say, how to say it.
"Fuck, I'm here…. This.."
He knocked once.
"…is…"
Knocked twice…
-IT.- unconsciously he said it aloud and then the door opened and the brightest smile EVER greeted him.
|Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky|
-What is IT, Leon?- That voice… So cheerful and warm…that rendered him speechless… and then she did what he always hoped she would…She hugged him…with that famous Bear Hug: powerful and comfy. Suddenly he wasn't feeling like a stranger anymore.
Leon promptly reciprocated the hug, encircling his arms around her smaller frame, pulling her the closest he could. They both had closed eyes, enjoying this feeling of renewed bond.
Leon exhaled so deeply. He didn't even realize that he had been holding his breath. This time had been soooo different from their previous encounter. He forgot everything he was musing about before. He felt so connected with her right now. He didn't need a speech. He would just go with the flow.
Both parted only enough for them to see each other eyes. They were both smiling.
- Is it, Claire-bear! Welcome back!- he said with an amused tone, using the nickname Chris blurted out back at the time Leon received the weird call about Claire's return. Her greeting made him feel bolder.
They then became aware of the awkward position they were in, that suddenly both jumped apart, clearing throats, cheeks red and looking away.
| And every night I shut my eyes
But now I've got them open wide |
Leon handed Claire his gifts and she invited him in.
He took a seat at her couch, facing her kitchen.
-…Yammy! Fancy chocolate, Mr Kennedy! – she added checking the box.
- Thank you.- she smiled at him from her kitchen counter, while putting the chocolate away.
-…If I know you well enough, I think I should have brought you beer instead, Redfield.- he gave her a sincere smile, following her through the kitchen with his eyes.
She was wearing a loose and large STARS white cotton t-shirt that must have been her brother's and black cotton shorts, very tight and short, almost completely hidden by the was shoeless and had her hair tied in a loose ponytail, swinging both ways with her every move. She was looking different. Longer strands, so bright and looking so soft. Glowing skin and longer finger nails. Leon wasn't sure if his memories were accurate, but Claire never looked so feminine like this before. It could be his mind playing tricks on him, since those past months he became obsessed with her. But she definitely looked much more appealing to him right now.
- As If the Redfield residence would EVER be out of beer, Kennedy. You did right. It is good having something sweet around here for a change…- she laughed and winked at him.
-Want something to drink?- and then from the fridge she raised and shook a cold and sweat beer, grinning at him.
-…Are you planning on get me drunk tonight, Redfield?- he asked feigning innocence and surprise raising an eyebrow.
-…Maybe?- she said playfully while opening two bottles and coming to sit by his side. She handled one to him and they toasted.
- to the good side of the force!- she said laughing.
-to you.- he added, looking her in the eye.
-to us!- she completed.
-Cheers!- and they both clicked their bottles together and drowned half of it in one single gulp, while exchanging a intense glare.
|You've fallen into my hands|
The awkward silence fell between then and became a bit uncomfortable for both, as they were shifting on the couch, now looking at anywhere but each other.
Their bottles were empty already.
Claire got silently up and went back to the kitchen for some more beer.
Leon didn't know what to say to start a healthy conversation with her at this point. She just got back from such traumatic experience and they have been so distant since Raccoon. He both wanted and wanted not to know about her experience with Wesker.
He was the first to try breaking the silence.
-… So …Claire … I came by to… uh...check on you… you know…- He was nervous again.Leon began to ramble, the words struggling to get out of his mouth and make some sense…
But then Claire put the two bottles on the center table and sat facing him, suddenly taking his hands in hers.
She was looking him right in the eyes again. Reading him … and letting him read her.
Leon was never a person to held stares. He have always heard that the eyes were the windows to one's soul and the agent always preferred keeping his windows closed - to most people anyway- and nothing could hold distance better then to look away. But Claire made it feel different somehow.
"She is always so bold and sure of herself."- he thought, feeling somehow drawn to her forwardness. So he held her stare. "…This is it." – he decided.
- …Listen, Leon… You don't have to feel like a stranger around me. I know that a long time ago we parted ways on a not so friendly manner, but … the bond that was born from our experiences together, is sure capable of overcoming any mistakes of the past… at least on my part..-
she sighed. - Look…this time I've spent under Wesker's care…- her eyes started to water.
Leon frowned, instinctively squeezing her tiny hands in his so much bigger ones.
"Wesker's care? Did she say Wesker's…care?"-he questioned himself.
-..Leon?-
she asked, concern in her voice.
-…Leon?..-
|And now you're burning me
You're burning me|
TO BE CONTINUED…