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A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.

A/N: Contains Sexual Content

Wednesday Night, 2006

Leon's POV

My urge for alcohol started earlier that week; usually I just drank on weekends, but that day I just couldn't handle it. I didn't want to stay in my "new home". I was getting claustrophobic and bored from the walls looking at me and I could still hear "her" voice echoing in every wall surrounding me. Walls that hadn't even listened to her voice. Spooky.

I walked to a nearby bar called J's Bar. I was somewhat new in town and didn't know many places. I had been recently relocated because of work; nothing that was unusual anymore.

The bar seemed more like a pub with an old fashioned décor. I liked it.

I sat at the last seat in front of the counter near the wall. I didn't need to listen or be touched by the waiter or costumers yelling on my ear; so I thought it was a better place to stay isolated.

I don't know why I had such thought.

There wasn't even half an hour I had entered that place and my "peace" of mind was completely disturbed by a happy and loud group of girls sitting on the opposite side of the pub seats. I didn't want to look at it, but I could count 4 different female voices talking happily, celebrating one of their friend's birthday.

What a bad luck! We had to be at the same time and spot at the same day with different moods. I was surely the very opposite to them. Couldn't they celebrate with lower voice tones?

"It's fucking Wednesday! Couldn't they just go to a nightclub to drain their energies and get wasted?" I murmured in my thoughts

The minutes passed. The alcohol started having its effects in my body – I needed to use the toilet and empty my bladder before it exploded.

I was on the way of the narrow corridor when I almost bumped onto someone. Even before looking, I apologized. I still could be a polite man.

And then I heard the female's voice and looked at her. Long loosen black hair, red lipstick, intense green eyes, fair skin and that cleavage. Briefly, I took a glimpse at that. she smiled briefly accepting my apology – perfect white teeth.

She passed by me and I turned back watching her and got a good glimpse of that round ass designed perfectly in her tight formal skirt, not to mention the floral scent of her cologne in the air.

I returned to the empty isolated seat and ordered another drink. The loud girls were still in the place, I could still hear their voices pouring drinks one after another. That was one hell of a celebration!

I ordered some snacks and another drink. I was enjoying the french-fries in the distorted dimension of my head when at distance yet so close, I heard the echo of a voice. Probably the echo took longer to reach my distant third dimension as I turned to the side recognizing that fragrance and that voice – the sexy chick

Once again, her presence was too sudden. Before I could say something she left carrying her order. Again, I followed her with my eyes and saw her joining the loud celebrating women. Strangely I hadn't heard her voice among the crowd.

Now those girls had my attention, well technically speaking because the group wasn't my interest, but just the most silent of them – and the prettiest one. She could be a top model!

I turned to my snack and drink. Didn't really mean to keep staring at them. I wasn't in the mood for tag along and make new "friends". I just focused in one of them, but as typical among groups. There's always the observer one whom catch long and silent stares and poke someone else's elbows throwing the whole spotlight to the staring guy – me.

I don't know, but I guess I smiled. More due to the distress in being caught by the wrong targets than to the flirt in me. To the male in me.

My target just ignored and seemed to say something. Women! I would never get them. They treat you one way in a second and then destabilize everything and anything in the next!

That was okay. I was a grownup and already used to rejection. I needed to pee again. That was enough, I needed to leave that place. Wasn't in the mood for chasing.

I checked the clock and yeah, it was about time to go home. It was still fucking Wednesday. I had to work the next day very early.

I opened the bathroom's door to leave and then I saw her – the silent girl. She smiled and had a paper in her hand.

"Hi" I greeted her smiling back

"I'm already leaving and just wanted to give you my number."

"Do you really have to go?"

She thought for a second, "Yeah. my friend will give me a ride home and she's waiting…"

"I can give you a ride home." That was faster than me and in the same second I regretted. No I couldn't give her a ride home because I was on foot! Damn it!

She laughed which made her even more beautiful, "Sorry, but you have my number…" she bit her lips

"What's your name?"

"Nicole."

"Leon, nice to meet you."

"You too." we shook hands, "Bye"

That moment my brain wasn't really working properly. most probably because of the alcohol. She gave a peck on my lips and simply walked away. She was a seductress or maybe it was just the alcohol as well. However one thing I was sure, I was definitely going to call that woman! This new beginning was seemingly to be interesting. All I had to do was to ignore the past memories and move on. Move on from no more and no less than Jill Valentine.

Her name was Nicole.

TPOV

They had sat on the couch at the garden of her house together like this the evening after he had taken them to walk on the beach, but it felt as if everything had changed since then, even though it had only been ten days.

Leon pressed his lips to Nicole's again, making sure to keep the kiss soft and gentle.

How strange, he thought as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the soft press of her mouth against his. Why did he feel so different? He'd been thrilled to take Nicole out, but they hadn't slept together then, and she had been one of the stars in the night sky twinkling above his head, something to be admired from afar. He contented himself with kissing her, but it was easy to lose himself in the kiss. She felt small and soft in his arms, and he had to fight the urge to crush her to him and slide his hands over her body, to assess her curves and weigh her breasts in his palms. But he didn't – he just kissed her, sedate and gentle, and contented himself with the touch of her lips, the innocent exchange of affection that had grown between them and maybe surprised them both.

He still felt he belonged to someone else and that thought always stopped him to go further with any other women – Nicole. He still wasn't used to the fact that his Jill was dead despite the BSAA had never found her body. The doubt, the hope, the pain suffocated him. It was desolating.

So they kissed for a while, stopping every now again to take a sip of wine, to exchange quiet words, or to just look at each other and enjoy the peace and pleasure of each other's company. He traced a finger across her eyebrows and down her nose, learning every dip and curve of her face. He studied her eyes, realizing that they weren't one solid color but instead were a light green around the pupil, surrounded by a ring of forest green and another even darker shade around the edge.

"You make me blush the way you look at me" she whispered

He tipped his head to the side, "How do I look at you?"

"Like you can see through my clothes. Like you want to touch me" she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, "Be inside me".

Something was happening between them, subtle and gradual, the way the stars were appearing in the darkening sky. Leon could feel the hairs rising across his body, the increase of his heart rate, the way their bodies were communicating without words. He thought she wouldn't want this tonight, but he sensed now that she was ready to go further.

"You want me to stop?" he murmured, desire spiraling inside him at the realization that she might want more than just kisses

She gave a tiny shake of her head. He held her gaze for a moment, thinking about where this was leading, that before long he would be holding her, touching her; he would slide his hands up her silky thighs, slip his fingers into her moist folds, and caress her until her breaths came in gasps and he brought her to a climax. He knew his thoughts were showing in his eyes, and he watched her pupils dilate as she registered that he was hoping for the same outcome she was.

Still, he kept it slow and gentle. He kissed her again, now enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. Her hand rose to his cheek, cool against his skin, her fingers sliding into his hair. He shivered when she clenched her fingers and scraped her nails along his scalp, and her lips curved under his, enjoying the effect she had on him. He smiled back, wanting to please her.

She rose up, and he helped her straddle his lap, waiting for her to settle so, he could tighten his arms around her and kiss her properly. She opened her mouth to him willingly, her tongue sliding against his, and he relaxed back into the cushions of the couch and just enjoyed the sensation of having her on top of him, in his arms, her soft body molding to his.

"Take off your shirt" she said. He did so, tugging it over his head, and she let it fall to the floor before placing her hands on his chest and stroking them over his shoulders, "You have an amazing body" she murmured, bending to kiss him again.

He sighed a sigh of pure happiness and slipped his hands beneath her t-shirt and stroke up her back, around her ribs, and cupped her breasts in her lacy bra, enjoying their weight in his palms. Although the garden wasn't overlooked by neighbors, he wasn't sure whether she would want him to strip her naked, and anyways there was something sensual about making love fully clothed.

He took her bra strap in his fingers and released the clasp, then watched with amusement as she did the fascination girly trick of retrieving each strap and sliding them over her hands before reaching under her top to remove the item and throw it onto the ground, "So sexy" he murmured, moving his hands underneath the t-shirt again and enjoying the unrestricted access to her breasts. Her nipples had peaked in the cool air, or maybe from anticipation of his touch, and he brushed his thumbs across them, then took them between his fingers and thumbs and squeezed gently.

She exhaled with a moan, her lips parting beneath his, so he did it again, giving small, tender tugs on the tips until they hardened and lengthened in his fingers. When he couldn't wait anymore, he lifted her t-shirt and bent his head, taking a nipple in his mouth. He explored it with his tongue, running it around the edge, then teasing the end with his lips before sucking again.

Nicole tipped back her head and rocked her hips, arousing herself against his erection, and while he continued to suck, he dropped his hands to her thighs and slid them up under her short skirt and onto her bottom. She wore a tiny pair of panties that seemed all straps and hardly any material, and he groaned when his hands met her bare skin.

"I can't take any more" she whispered and moved back to fumble at his jeans. He let her, breathing heavily, watching as she popped the button, slid down the zip and released him barely contained in his boxers that was all too eager to break free. Without further ado, she moved aside then this strap of her panties and he pulled down his boxers, shifted until he parted her folds and pushed down.

He tightened his fingers on her hips and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of being encased in her wet heat, "Fuck" he said, struggling to keep his self-control.

"Whatever you say, Leon." She kissed him and began to move, her voice holding amusement as she rocked her hips, sliding him in and out of her.

He let her ride him, moving his hips in time with her thrusts and enjoying the feeling of moving with her. Damn, he wished he could do this with her all day and all night. He never wanted this feeling of blissful sensuality to stop. He wanted to please this woman over and over again.

They kissed for ages, rocking slowly, their hands stroking over each other's bodies, filling the air with their sighs and the slick sound of him moving inside her. But he couldn't last forever. As her breaths started to come in pants, heat built and muscles started to tense inside him.

"Come for me" she whispered, tightening her fingers in his hair and holding his head as she kissed him deeply.

He wanted to wait for her, because he was a gentleman and that was the polite thing to do, but after her words, as her thrusts became more urgent and her tongue delved into his mouth, heat rushed through him and he gave in and let his climax take him. He was vaguely aware of her watching him, her hands caressing his face, and then her thrusts intensified and she came too. She clamped around him, the tight pulses of her internal muscles squeezing him and extending the after-ripples of his orgasm until they were both gasping and she fell forward onto his chest with deep, ragged breaths.

He wrapped his arms around her, leaned his head back and closed his eyes. She didn't move, snuggling into his embrace and placing tiny kisses on his chest.

He kissed the top of her head. She pushed up and kissed him, then sighed and lifted up. Only then, they both realized they hadn't used a condom.

"Oh shit!" she stared into his eyes for a moment, her hand over her mouth, then got up and walked away into the living room.

Leon stared across the garden, mentally scolding himself "What the hell, dude?!" he surveyed his crotch with exasperation, too sticky to stuck himself back into his boxers. He had never had sex without a condom… okay, only with his first girlfriend and Jill a few times.

He was just about to get up when Nicole reappeared with a box of tissues, "Here"

"Thanks and I'm sorry! Not typical of me doing that." he spoke apologetic and cleaning himself

"Me too" she looked into his eyes, her own apologetic and ashamed, "Well, I guess there's always the morning-after pill" she said looking at nowhere in particular

"Yeah…" he exhaled

"I'm STDs free." She added

"Me too."

Of course, none of them would want to deal with an unplanned pregnancy or diseases. It was too soon, not to mention they didn't really know each other yet and just time would tell if their fling would become something more serious.

Thank you for clicking the story. It's been a while since I hadn't written anything really dedicated to Leon and I had already a story for him in my plans, or maybe a few stories, but this one was always supposed to be a short story just for me to connect with him once more. I missed him.

And then I had this idea when a friend of mine had commented in my current running work Secrets Within (starring Chris but with other characters participation) that he was interested in what their (Leon and Nicole) past relationship was. So I decided to combine things and use this story as an addendum to Leon's past within that story timeline.

Thank you for reading!