Rating: K
Characters: Leon, Ashley
Disclaimer: If I had rights to Resident Evil, Wesker would be gay and Jill would open her own sandwich shop. So, no- I don't own it. Also, first line goes to Stephanie Meyer.
I love him. Unconditionally, irrevocably. I love him. But the question is: Will he ever love me back?
Leon S. Kennedy, the perfect, superlative man that saved me from that nightmarish hell that was Spain. But he thinks of me as a child, as a kid sister (Is that true? Really?) When he helps me, when he cares for me, he does it on orders from my father. That's not what I want.
I want to be loved, I want his large hands running through my hair, feeling the contours of my body… God I need to stop reading those romance novels. (Is it really just my reading choice providing these thoughts?)
I've waited for so long to find that special someone I want to be with, the one I want to 'give it away' to, and I found him. So why does it have to be so hard to get his attention? (Is it really that difficult, or am I just not trying?) I feel my adoration for him is a lost cause, and I hate that feeling.
But how could it be? I'm sure he'd grow to love me… (doesn't he already?) I've seen him staring at me, and I wish I knew what he was thinking (I think I know already…) I wish I could understand him. If we could just get away from those goddamned guards for ten minutes!
"Hey, Leon, can you help me?" I look around the shelf of books in the library to where my armed guard was sitting. (God he's handsome…) I motion him forward with a beckoning finger. How did I work up the guts to do this?
"I can't reach this book…" I continue, Leon smiles at me as he stands, his bright blue eyes lighting up (Please let this work) The other guards move to follow, but Leon waves them off. "I think I can handle a book, guys." His deep voice resonates around me, I think I just melted a little inside.
"What book?" I watch as he makes his way toward me, sinuous muscles shifting under that tight black T-Shirt he always wears. (Hey, he's talking to us! Come on, wake up!)
"Ashley, you okay?" Leon waves a hand in front of my flushed face, I smile shakily.
"Yeah. Sure. Ah, the book… was that way." I pointed to the aisle of books across from us, the only row shielded from the security cameras. (Thank you secret service) I follow behind him as he strolled over to the shelf I had gestured at (Really nice view…) He stopped.
"Which was it?" He grinned, I pointed to a red spine about a foot above his head. He winked (Please god don't let me blush too much…) As he handed me the book, his face formed a puzzled mask.
"Are you sure this is the right one?" (I can barely focus…) I nodded.
"Yeah. Absolutely!" Damn my inability to lie…
"…'Mating Rituals Of the Norwegian Humpbacked Pigeon'?" I could feel my mouth drop (What the hell is a 'Norwegian Humpbacked Pigeon'?) Mortification: never a good feeling.
"Er… I'm writing a paper for Biology…" I bet I look like a freaking cherry. Fantastic.
"You're not taking Biology this semester." Oh. Right. (He knows my schedule better than I do…)
"Um, well…. I…" Having doubts, Oh god, what do I do? (He's six years older than me, what would dad say?) What if he doesn't like me that way? (What if he thinks I'm too weak?) Am I too weak?
"You know what?" I take a calming breath in, Leon looks confused.
"What?"
"Fuck it." I jumped my body guard in the middle of a public library. How many college girls can say that? (Ah, sweet satisfaction)
He was a good deal taller than me, I could barely reach his lips. As soon as we touched, he froze (Oh shit, what have I done?) Slowly, I felt his hands reach up to my shoulders, (Please, please don't push me away…) I winced as his fingers tightened and stepped back, my arms were still around his neck.
"You'll be the death of me, you know that… right?" He deep voice was soft, his blue eyes angled down (What the HELL is so interesting about our SHOES!?)
"Okay, yes, I know, you'll never feel the same way about me as I feel about you- but please just consider it!" I begged, my arms constricted around his neck.
"Ashley?" He still wasn't looking at me (I'm screwed. Not even literally either.)
"Yes?" Oh crap, I'm gonna cry, why do I always cry?
"Your father's going to have me shot." Before I could even register his words, Leon's rough hands pulled me into him, he ran one hand through my hair (About time.) The other reached around my waist. He tasted like coffee and breath mints, I smiled slightly, ignoring the tears that were rolling down my cheeks.
"He… won't shoot you. My mother will." I panted as we broke away for air, our noses touched.
"Do I at least get severance after they fire my remains?"
(Knew it would all work for the better.)
(A/N: Well, back by popular demand. This chapter is for Exdeamon, who waited a lot longer than promised for it. SORRY! I hope you weren't disappointed!
This is slightly different than it's predecessor in a few ways, the most prominent being that Ashley is more aware and in control of her (thoughts) than Leon was in the first chapter. The reason being that I think women, in general are more in touch with their feelings than men. Then there's the fact that this wasn't as introspective. Well, I don't know what to say on that part, I guess I just didn't feel like writing Ashley as an introspective character. If this is badly received I may give it another shot, but for now -at least- I think I'm done with this series.)
