Love in a Danger Zone.
Chapter One:
Into the sunrise and a new beginning.
The Jet Ski swung in toward the shoreline, sliding up on the beach of Spain. A much more lively part, thank Heavens. Leon half stood up, Ashley dodging his butt by turning her head, her nose wrinkling slightly. He spoke back to her.
"All right. This ride is officially over."
He jested, then waited for her to dismount and he followed suit. His radio screeched and he answered it to see Hunnnigan on the other line.
"Leon."
"Changed your mind about giving me your number already?"
"Stop it, Leon. The president would like to speak to his daughter."
Leon nodded, and then looked over to Ashley.
"Hey…it's for you…" He held the radio to her and she gently cradled it and upon seeing her father's face, she lit up like a candle.
"Daddy!?"
"Ashley! You're ok."
From there, Leon allowed their privacy and he scanned the area. He couldn't WAIT to get back to the U.S.
After a few minutes they finished up and she handed the radio back to him.
"Hunnigan?"
"Leon! The rendezvous point should be in sight. Look for a military transport vehicle. From there you'll be taken to León for a brief quarantine."
"León, eh?"
"I know. Ironic isn't it?"
Leon paused, then smirked, which meant he had something up his sleeve.
"Yeah…kind of like how Hunnigan sounds a lot like Honey-Bun… I might get them mixed up sometime…"
He said coolly and she blushed, but recovered quickly with.
"…Need I remind you that you ARE still on Duty? Now quit fooling around, before you miss the transport."
"Yeah. Yeah, Honey-Bun, I won't be late for supper this time I promise."
He grinned wide.
"In-subor-din-ation."
Hunnigan reminded him in a sing-song voice and his grin grew wider with a laugh.
"Over and Out."
He clipped his radio back on his belt and took Ashley's hand.
"What was that all about?" Ashley asked with a raised brow, wondering what was so funny.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
"Nothing doesn't make you blush…"
"I blushed?" He stopped and turned back to her.
"Yeah!" She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Heh." Leon grunted with an amused tone, before tugging Ashley along.
"C'mon."
"Where are we going?" Isn't there supposed to be a helicopter or something?"
"Well…there was, but it was blown up…"
Leon answered sternly. It was terrible what happened to Mike.
"Oh…So now what?"
"Now, we look for a truck to take us to the U.S. Embassy in León for quarantine."
"Quarantine?"
"Yeah…" He didn't feel like explaining, he was very tired and sure enough, here came the truck.
"Leon! There it is!"
"C'mon, let's go…"
And off they went…
It was a quiet cab ride back to his apartment. After speaking to the President and assuring him that he was just doing his job, President Graham insisted he take an extra two weeks vacation, along with his monthly leave. *Great a month and a half off…* Leon thought with a sigh. He was ready for action again. All this pent up energy was starting to get to him.
Going inside his apartment, it all looked different. So bland, and colorless, oh, how he hated it. He glanced to his answering machine which was blinking. Dropping his bag near by, he hit the button to play the messages. First up, was his mother leaving the same old messages she always did when he ran off to save the world. Smiling and shaking his head, he started unpacking. The next one was unexpected. Claire Redfield.
"Leon… I was hoping to catch you sooner. There is something I need to… Look, just call me. Its urgent." And she hung up. Raising a blonde brow after listening to her message he muttered…
"I wonder what that's all about."
He would let the rest of the messages play through then call her. The last one was from his Superior.
"Leon! Where the HELL are you!? I want your ass in this station before 19:00 hours!"
"What the?!" Leon was shocked, wondering what the hell he did now. He looked to his watch, which read *18:31*.
"Shit!" Leon grabbed his jacket and out the door he went.
Upon arriving at the station he bailed out of the Jeep, glancing to his watch as he walked toward the station door. *18:49*
"Well, it's before Seven O'clock." He muttered and pushed the door open and through another, shaking his head slightly on the brink of grumbling. Suddenly the lights were bright and his ears filled with.
"SURPRISE!"
He came to a halt to see everyone there and the bland department all decorated. A smile came to his lips as he mentally cursed his superior. Captain Charles Briggs.
Glancing up to the banner, it read "Welcome Home." And he was glad to be home, for sure.
"Welcome home, Leon." The captain said, stepping out from the crowd.
"You're a bastard…" Leon said back before they embraced in a guy to guy hug. The hug was kind of firm, but short, nothing sexual about it.
"It's good to have you back."
"Good to be back…Hey, have you seen Hunnigan anywhere?" Leon asked, while snagging a beer, popping it open, and then looked to Capt. Briggs.
"Yes, actually I did…somewhere…" Briggs looked around, squinting his eyes to see a little better in the distance.
"There she is! Over there with Detective Halls. He's sweet on her, ya know?"
Leon took a swig of his beer, not happy to hear that one, but he nodded his head.
"Oh yeah? She sweet on him?"
"Nah, you know Hunnigan…" Briggs leaned over to Leon and muttered. "She's a bit of a Cock-Shut."
Leon couldn't help but crack a smile until those pale, aqua-blue eyes landed on the two.
Halls would lean over to whisper something to her, trying to be sensual. There was no need to whisper, and Leon could tell Ms. Ingrid Hunnigan wasn't all that wooed by him. *Should I interfere, or not?*
Briggs smiled.
"Aaaaaaahhhh… I get it… You're sweet on her too, aren't ya?"
Briggs gave a playful nudge.
"Maybe a little." Leon agreed with a confessing grin.
Briggs chuckled.
*If I could just get the goon off her back… without being obvious.*
Leon thought, and as if Briggs read his mind…
"Heh, no worries there, M'boy."
Leon looked at him, knitting his brows together.
"Detective Halls!"
Halls looked over, while Leon nonchalantly took another swig of his beer.
"I'd like to talk to you." Briggs said and motioned Halls toward his office, before he looked back to Leon mouthing the words 'you're on.'
Leon grinned before taking yet another drink of his beer trying to think of something to do briefly while getting closer to her. She remained seated on the same desk, gazing about the crowd and too soon enough, here came Lieutenant Crow. The brunette, middle aged woman slid right in next to Hunnigan with a smile and the two started casual chatter. Leon couldn't quite understand what the conversation was about without reading their lips which he decided against for should they catch him… So, he simply inched his way closer to them occasionally being stopped by someone to congratulate him on the prior events, which he accepted modestly.
Finally getting to a point where he was within ear shot of Michelle Crow and Hunnigan he stopped. He had his back to them and started listening in on the conversation carefully.
"-over six years, I believe. If you include Raccoon City… Poor guy." Lt. Crow explained.
"Yes… I think I read that on his report… It must have been horrifying. I believe it was his first day too..."
"Yeah, that it was… Some call him a Hero, others just call him an over achiever…"
"People can be rude…"
Hunnigan paused, and then glanced up, seeing Leon right there. She blushed, but he seemed oblivious.
"How long have you been on the force, Michelle?"
Hunnigan asked as her light brown eyes slid away from Leon and back to Michelle.
"Oh, about eighteen years…"
"Wow… and you said Leon was an over achiever…"
"Yes, but look at him. He'll at least keep his good looks once he gets to be my age..."
"You think so? But I-"
Their conversation was cut off when Leon got a familiar slap on the back.
"Hey, Man! Glad to have you back!"
Leon grunted and it was all he could do to keep from grumbling the man's name."
"Cole…"
"That's right, man! What's up!?"
Cole Ledger… The biggest fuck up on the force and too damned dumb to realize it or too afraid to admit it. He was a 5'11 Portuguese fellow who fumbled through his work, barely making it with a badge, and an insult to any officer. When one of his reports that had a smiley face drawn on it and landed in Briggs' office, the Captain had been looking for a reason to discharge him.
"Same old…"
Leon grumbled back coldly, before he went to take another swig of his beer, but about choked it up with another slap on the back from Cole.
"Dude! That's Hunnigan."
Leon glanced over to Cole with narrowed eyes.
*What's with these walking hard-ons?*
Leon thought, as he looked at Cole who was biting his lower lip.
"Mmm Mmm Mmm… That is one FINE, and I mean F-I-N-E, piece of ass…Dayum!"
Leon gave Cole a blank stare of disgust before shaking his head and chuckled to himself.
"Hey, Cole. Look. I see some of your relatives…"
"Huh!? Where!?" Cole started to look by the door before Leon buckled Cole's knee with his own and lifted Cole right into the large garbage bin there fluently, before closing the lid tightly.
"Asshole…" Leon grumbled then turned, changing his location and casually finishing his beer only to grab another. He noticed Hunnigan was no longer at the desk. He lifted his head to confirm her move, and then just as he started searching for her, he heard her voice behind him.
"Leon?"
He whirled around and grinned at her.
"Heeeey, Hunnigan." He looked around.
"You caught me off guard…"
"Funny, I wasn't trying." She presented him a polite smile. He looked at her, not sure what to say for once. Of course she had her specs on, but he remembered vividly what she looked like without them. She glanced away, also thinking of something to say.
"So…are you enjoying yourself so far?"
She asked, glancing up to him again.
"Eh…Social gatherings are kind of awkward for me… I do much better with one on ones."
He sneaked a cool peek at her with a slight smirk. Of course his words were innocent, but the look in his eyes ran much deeper than that, and nearly made her flush. She took a breath to say something, but her brain went numb. Leon casually made the save for her…
"So, Hunnigan…" He set his beer down, not really wanting it anyway, and turned to her fully, possibly a little closer.
"I'm uh…officially off duty…" Is all he had to say, and she finished it with a bored tone…
"And you want my number? Right?"
He folded his arms with a grin and puffed up his chest a little.
"Correctamondo."
"… I suppose I have no other retreat…"
He raised a brow as she pulled a card from her pocket and handed it to him.
"My home phone is on the back."
He examined it, and then smiled to her.
"I have some things to take care of at home and its getting late…"
"It's Friday!" Leon protested.
She simply smiled and waved him off, and then went out the door. He tucked the card safely away, and then commenced mingling with the others pleasantly. He got what he wanted…For once.
Her eyes closed as she gave a sigh of relief for finally finishing this mission. She was almost free of her debt to Wesker. The heat and light of the rising sun's rays hit her face and her eyes opened again, gazing into the sun as it peeked through the clouds.
*A new beginning for me. Perhaps I can try to change my ways and get out of this business of Dog-eat-dog. I'll give this sample to Wesker and be on my way. I never understood why Wesker never informed me of the details as to what he's up to and why, but frankly, I don't want to know. Like he said to me before… "The less you know, the longer your life span…" I just hope that rule applies to everyone, especially Leon, even though I don't know why I've kept him alive. He has saved my life more times than I can count. Sometimes I wonder if there could ever be something stable between us, but then the reality of it is a gut-wrenching blow, knowing that it never could. I would end up getting him killed. Good guys and bad girls never find piece until someone gets hurt, and too frequently enough, it's the good guy. *
The chopper landed and Ada hopped out, hauling the sample case with her. After reaching her quarters she slipped out of those painful shoes and untied the dress, letting it fall to the ground as she stepped into the shower to wash away Spain; however there was only one thing that couldn't be simply washed away and that was a pair of Aqua-Blues and those blonde locks that belonged to her long time flame, Leon S. Kennedy.
* There were times where I though about sneaking in a one night visit, but Leon is no slouch. If I were to step into his life, if only for a night, he would never let me leave. *
Leon pushed all the right buttons for Ada. It was his lovers' touch, his conscious, a Lion's heart of gold, and a genuine kindness. Leon was the total contrast of Ada, down to the physical features.
* I shouldn't have let him go. I've often wondered what could have happened if I'd have just let him pull me up onto that platform six years ago…and then I realize that I would have had to lie to him and become someone and something I'm not and never could be and I'd rather allow him to gain a general idea of who I am and what I do, rather than totally mislead him, but it all comes back to me not taking him from a much more deserving prospect. I may not have great morals, but fairness-*
Ada's thoughts were broken when she heard someone enter her quarters. Silently stepping out of the shower, using the running water as cover, she grabbed her 9mm Punisher, which still had a few rounds loaded. She heard the footsteps near the sample case just outside the bathroom door. With no hesitation she stepped out of the bathroom in all of her wet and nude glory, placing the pistol's barrel against the unknown intruder's head.
"Touch it, and I'll-" She looked to see she was holding Wesker at gunpoint. He smirked rising to stand erect.
"You'll what?" He was tempted to turn to her, well aware of her nakedness. She said nothing, but kept the gun at his temple.
"Lower your weapon, Ms. Wong." He slowly slid those dark sunglasses to expose normal blue eyes and looked at her…
"I don't' know… I like it right where it is…" She said in a semi serious voice, but Wesker knew her better as he slid those eyes over to her and smiled, turning to her fully, his eyes taking her perfect and beautiful naked form with the acceptation of the scar on her stomach, but no matter, he had no shame. His brows raised and he smiled, as if admitting he was impressed with her endowments, but he wasn't happy about a gun being in his face, so he reached up to her wrist and moved it away and down. He stepped in a little closer to her and she simply gave up, but her eyes screamed defiance. He enjoyed sparking that particular fire in her eyes, which excited him, causing him to move in on her for a welcome back celebration for two. His arm fell around her waist, pulling her semi-wet form against his suit-clad form roughly and his lips captured hers in that same aggressive manor. She had no choice in the matter and she figured this would be a farewell-fuck.
*Last time, Wesker. *
She thought before she dropped the pistol from her hand and it slid up his arm. Her bare right leg sliding up his outer thigh, which caused him to break the kiss…
"A little more welcoming than usual, Ms. Wong." He mentioned.
Ada simply shrugged it off, taking his lips this time, which he broke the kiss again, denying her control… He gripped her arm and slung her around, aiming her at the bed and pushed her back. She bounced when she hit, but regained composure, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, Wesker used that distraction to begin removing his garments. Suit jacket first, which was tossed to the side on the floor, while he loosened his tie, he looked at her as she looked up at him.
"If you're in such a hurry, there is something you can do while I remove these contraptions…" Ada was pretty sure she knew what he meant and was considering playing stupid; however, Wesker's pressing gaze told her to waste no more time as he stepped in front of her. With a bored look, she reached up, undoing the buckle of his belt, then the black pants, tugging them down a bit before reaching in for his member. She glanced up at him, but he paid no mind to what she was doing. Frankly, he didn't care. He knew she's used her body for her job before, this shouldn't be anything new to her, and it wasn't, but a sign of appreciation would have been nice.
*Then again, maybe I'm asking too much. Of all the times Albert and I have had our rounds, this one was the most difficult. Did he even feel anything? *
She then took the head of his piece into her mouth, daintily sucking on it. Her eyes were open as to make it seem more like a chore or job than for fun. Enveloping more of his shaft with the warm caverns of her mouth, she didn't even hear a moan, sigh, or catch in his breath, but she continued anyway, and she allowed her thoughts to roam.
* I wonder if he even feels this… He seems too distracted with that one sleeve button to even care that I'm sucking him off… I know someone who probably would show his utmost appreciation… Leon. The things I would enjoy doing to that man!*
From there she imagined that Wesker was Leon. She glanced up at his face and for some reason she now had his attention. Her eyes closed pleasurably, while she took in most of his length. She felt a bare hand touch her shoulder and made herself hear a moan that sounded much like Leon, thus, encouraging her more so. She drew in a bit tighter around his piece and her head began to bob back and forth and the hand on her shoulder squeezing her slightly. Replacing Wesker with Leon was certainly making this chore much more fun.
She took in the length of his shaft before slowly drawing back out, with her tongue writhing against the underside as she did and soon she was taking in his length again, drawing in as tightly as she could. She could just imagine Leon's facial expression: Flaxen brows knitted together, his cheeks slightly flushed, perhaps even exposing teeth through parted lips, ultimately a cool, satisfied look. She could imagine him running a hand through her raven locks, gently caressing her hair, but dare not hold her head, because he'd be enjoying it too much.
Too soon enough, Wesker pushed her back by her shoulder. She was torn from her chore and her fantasy shattered upon seeing Wesker there, motioning for her to turn around, but she obeyed. On her hands and knees with Wesker aiming for her warm center from behind. She cringed at the thought, but at least she didn't have to see his "O" face.
*Sometimes I would purposely try to give him a thrilling climax just to get some enjoyment out of this…*
She thought, but at least she didn't have to see his face at all, which gave her the chance to pick up the pieces to her shattered dream world of making love to Leon. Once again pretending it was him she was teasing with her rump, swaying slightly as he neared her. Placing his hand on her hip at first only rather than entering her so forcefully, she imagined Leon would caress her bum a bit more, potentially even return the oral favor. With that in mind, Ada moaned as Wesker slammed into her snatch with such aggression that caused her recoil forward, but by keeping Leon in her mind, she slid back onto his length while a right hand squeezed her bum. She slowly started to revolve against him, and he pushed forward to meet her in the middle and he shoved every last millimeter of himself into her deeper, which caused another moan to erupt from her vocal cords. She wiggled her butt farther back against him and he grunted, only what she heard was Leon.
"Oh… Ada." And she released a hum of pure bliss and started to move her rump in a circular fashion as he started to move in and out of her slowly while squeezing her butt more aggressively and slammed into her, filling her up, before slipping back out and slamming back into her with a nice slap of flesh from his thighs and her rump.
"Do it again…." Ada begged Leon, wanting him to fill her again and Wesker was happy to oblige…
Afterward, he grabbed a hold of her hips tightly and proceeded to slam into her again and again until finally reaching his climax, slowly revolving in and out of her while coming down from it and soon after Ada pulled away from him and collapsed on her bed with thoughts of Leon caressing her bare skin and curling up behind her, practically ignoring Wesker as he told her to get cleaned up and meet him in his office. She waved him off and while he got dressed she let the rest of her fantasy play out until he was gone, then back to the shower she went. The water had run cold by now; then again, a cold shower would do her some Justice…