The Girl in the Battlesuit

Ivy University, Tall Oaks 2013


She pulled back after a long moment where they seemed to be trapped in the swirling, sweeping, scintilating sensation of trying to kill each other. He didn't put her down. She didn't let go of his face.

"So maybe we go back to my room and we both think about my face."

He tilted his head a little and grinned. "Maybe we go back to your room and we both think about your face."

"Yep. Yep yep."

He laughed and she laughed as he set her down. He glanced at his watch a little. "It's five thirty."

"I know."

"It's five fucking thirty."

"Yes it is."

"We have forty five minutes until the I should report back and relieve the day agent for a while."

"Yeah?"

"Probably. Fuck. Fuck alot."

"There's time for that right? But we gotta go now."

He laughed again as she grabbed his hand. And he scanned her face. She grinned and he tugged her back to him. He put against the wall now and he didn't just kiss her, he obliterated her. He tossed a grenade of greed into her core and blew her to smithereens.

They separated to look at each other. She said, "Do you want to come home with me, Leon Kennedy?"

And he answered, "Is there man alive that would say no to that?"

"Most likely."

"What a fucking idiot he is."

She laughed and she pulled him down the alley way. They were at the bed and breakfast where she was booked through the weekend. It was calledThe Nook and Cranny and managed to make charming seem impossibly quaint. The lobby was full of antiques and hand carved wood. He didn't care. He didn't care about any of it.

He should be at the university and be sitting with the president.

But he wasn't.

She barely got the door open and they were inside the room. She was laughing as she leaped around his front. He carried her like she weighed nothing and set her on the dresser in the tiny room. Her hands ripped, his jerked, they both laughed as something split its stitches. She knocked off the lamp there with a swipe of desperate arms as he sunk his teeth into her breast the moment her shirt was gone.

His mouth was amorous and dirty as it whispered things in her ears that made her simultaneously boil and laugh. He broke her jeans and she watched him trip getting out of his pants. They laughed and fell back on the bed with him still wearing one boot and half his pants and her with her bra like a belt and her panties pushed to the side. He kicked over the nightstand in their haste and it tumbled down with a clunk and bumpy racket.

They came together fast and desperate. She mounted him and used his shirt, still trapped over his neck, to hold him down. He grabbed her hips to bring her down against him hard and murderous. Her body was like a machine, riding and ripping sounds from him that may not have been entirely human. She shouted, gasping, as he threw her against the wall to pound into her until she was nearly bow-legged with it.

They rolled across the floor and finished against the corner of the room with her wedged there like a human pretzel while he nailed her body into the hundred year old oak floor. She bucked, spastically at one point, as she came hard enough to scream like a banshee and make him laugh with the insane greed of it. She pinned him to the floor and rode him to the finish, nearly choking him with her hands around his throat as she forced him into her hard enough to blind them both.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and hammered his release into her body as he cursed in three languages and spitted her on him like a flailing, screaming dying thing. They rolled, sweaty, and finally stopped half in the bathroom on the cold tile. She was gasping and stuck to him and wedged in the doorframe. He was still twitching and pulsing inside of her and wedged between her legs and the wall.

She whispered, "Holy hell."

And he laughed, delighted. "I had some guilt, for a minute, about missing the speech."

"Yeah?"

"Possibly. Probably. Or not. I can't seem to care when I'm buried up to my balls in you at the moment."

Jill laughed and glanced down. They were something to see, admittedly, still half dressed…sorta…and sweaty with broken objects all around them. It wasn't a zombie apocalypse, nope, it was just the aftermath of amazing sex. "We broke some stuff."

"I have more money than god. I don't care. I'll buy this whole fucking place and have this room enshrined for you. You are a goddess, a siren, a witch who has clearly come to steal my soul and replace it with a seventeen-year-old boy that wants to pound your delicious body with his until you can't even walk right."

"What an image. Sadly you could take TWO seventeen-year-old boys and still be younger than me. Which is just depressing."

"Not depressing. No. Awesome. Definitely awesome."

"Oh? You don't like young girls? This is a college town, Leon Kennedy. Tell me you weren't looking."

"I look at all kinds of stuff. I like to look at tigers too. Doesn't mean I'm gonna stick my hand in one's mouth or try to ride it. I'm not that fucking stupid."

"Oh? You think I'm safe?"

He leaned back to look at her, wedged against the door with his dick buried in her. "I think you're crack. Or poison. Or maybe both. And I don't give a shit. Let me stay the night with you."

"Yes."

"Yeah?"

"Are you kidding? Stay the night, stay the whole weekend. Marry me, move in here, and let's just stay in bed for the rest of our lives…or on the floor. Or anywhere you want."

He was laughing as he kissed her. It turned slow and soft and sort of sexy. The first pass finished, they were sated enough to stroke now and discover. Naked, they climbed into the big claw foot tub and spent the next hour soapy, laughing, and lazy.

She said while he played with her hands in the water and she leaned against his chest, "No kids huh? No wife?"

"No. The timing was never right. And kids aren't my thing. Never have been. They don't like me."

She looked at him over her shoulder and laughed. "I'm sure that's not true."

"Hand to God. They cry when I'm around. It's odd. I don't DISLIKE them. I just don't get it. They puke and poop and cry a lot. They usually always smell. And they're dirty. Zombies but kinda cute. They think I'm the devil though clearly."

Jill laughed with delight and put her head back on his shoulder. He rolled their fingers together and kissed them which touched her in places she couldn't name. She sighed a little. "But no wife?"

"Nah. I'm not the marrying type. You?"

"Same. Well not the kid thing. I adore kids. I was pregnant once."

He looked down into her face. She met his eyes and smiled a little. "It's ok. It's not a secret. Some years back, Chris and I were together. It was good. We were happy. I found out I was pregnant and the timing wasn't right. It wasn't. But is it ever? We talked about it and we both wanted to keep it. The mission to the Spencer Estate we went on was supposed to be my last. Just a quick information grab….it went bad. Wesker was there and it was a mess."

He was quiet for a long moment. She glanced at his face and there was no judgment there, no pity. He was just stroking her breast, almost like petting, and watching her face. It made it easier to talk about it.

"I died…obviously. And lost the baby. When I started to come out of wherever Wesker had stuck in me, I realized I must have lost it from the trauma. When Chris found me, years later after….everything…things were never the same. We remained the best of friends but the pain, the horror…something. It just was never right again. So we never spoke of it, never found our way back to each other. We just settled into being what we'd been before. Best friends and partners."

"….that's a sad story, Jill Valentine."

"Yeah. It is. But it was ok. After awhile, it was ok. But no matter what, since my time with Wesker, I haven't ever been able to conceive. Not that I've tried because I haven't but I don't think I can anyway. I was dead, technically, and in cryo-stasis and he pumped me full of shit to control me. I think he just fucked me all up. It's better that way, obviously. I wasn't meant to have children. With what we do? Seriously? It's better."

Leon rolled her over the in the water to look at her. He scooped her hair out of her face. And he smiled, "I'm sorry for that. All of it. But I can't be sorry you're here. I'm glad you're here, Jill."

"Me too. I like you. You make me laugh and I enjoy being with you. I don't need anything but that at the moment. What do you say we just go with it and see what happens?"

"I like that idea just fine."

She slid up his body and kissed him. It was a good kiss now. A sweet kiss. The kind of kiss between two people getting to know each other.

Damp, laughing, they curled up on the big bed to snuggle. She said, "You didn't go to work."

"Technically, I don't exactly work for Adam."

"Did you just call the most powerful man in the free world by his given name?"

"I've known him since I was a kid. So yeah."

"So tell me about what it is you do…do…Leon Kennedy."

"….side stepping the doodoo joke…"

"Although not entirely."

"Given…it's…ok...how to explain it? So the DSO is Adam's creation. Yes it is. It's his…sword of justice. He's the ultimate voice behind it. But not really."

"….none of that makes any sense, Mr. Kennedy."

"Ha. Ok." Leon pulled her over and she sat against his chest while he wrapped his legs around hers and she rubbed his thighs absently. "I work FOR Adam. But I'm in charge."

"Still not getting it."

"I'm the power behind the Nothing."

"Did you just reference The Never Ending Story?" She rolled her head to look at him. He was grinning. He was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. And she'd once found bunnies making a home in her kitchen.

"Yes I did."

"Are you the guy behind the curtain? Are you the Wizard of Oz?!"

And now he was laughing as he kissed her shoulder and her neck. "Yes I am. He is the public face. But it's my organization. We founded it together. I work with the FOS directly which mostly consists of Ingrid Hunnigan."

"You work with a hot chic all day and night?"

Leon shrugged a little. "I work with hot chics all the time. I am not, however, sleeping with all of them. And I definitely NOT sleeping with Hunnigan."

"Why?"

"I don't usually shit where I eat."

"Pfft. You flirt with everything."

"True. But harmless. Hunnigan, Adam and I are like the three prongs on a pitchfork. I coordinate with him on missions and things that require the DSO to step in. Hunnigan is the go between with other agencies. A lot of times, the BSAA and the DSO cross paths on it and butt heads."

"Oh yeah. I'm aware. I had to listen to Chris bitch for DAYS about that thing in Russia."

"That was his fault entirely. He knew it was a federal situation. I should have been called immediately." Leon laughed and cupped her breast to watch it peak and feel the weight of it. Real. Perfect. Beautiful. He forgot what he was going to say and she coughed. "Uh. Right. What was I saying?"

Delighted, she rolled over and kissed him. She loved him looped around her like this. It was adorable and wonderful and sexy. She bit lazy and slow over his chest. He closed one eye, focusing.

"What were we talking about?"

Laughing, Jill muttered, "What your job is."

"Right! Right." She bit into his nipple and he made a sound. And what was better than that? He squeaked when he talked, "Yeah. So I'm kinda a big deal."

"Are you?"

"Yep. Yes. Yes I am."

He grabbed her face and brought it up to him. "God damn, what are you doing to me? I'm naked in this bed, you're chewing on me, and I should be sitting with the president. The president. The POTUS. The most powerful man in the known world. But I'm here. In this bed."

"You want to leave?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Who would say yes to that?"

"Probably someone."

"That guy joins the lists of fucking idiots we've already talked about today."

Jill shifted and straddled him. He rotated, excited her, and angled himself into her body. She sheathed him there, settled on him, and made them both gasp with it.

He rolled her over him, lifted her up, and brought her down again on the heady length of his body. She grabbed his face. His hands worked her hips and perfect little butt.

He said, hoarse and low, "Yeah. Who would say yes to that?"

She laughed, gasped, and moaned. They moved together, slow but almost impossibly obsessed with each other. They ended up with her pinned against the headboard, holding on, and he curled around her with her legs over his arms. The headboard slapped the wall, loud and obnoxious most likely to the other rooms, but who really gave a shit?

They hammered the holy hell out of each other and ended up half on the floor, half on the bed. She was upside down for the second time in one day staring at his feet. She wasn't sure how they'd even managed to get their rocks off like this but they'd managed.

He was the most incredible man she'd put her hands on in years.

She queried, to his feet, "Where have you been all my life?"

"Inevitably," He panted and rolled over her to bring them both, sorta, back on the bed, "I've been two steps away from you. Why? Clearly this is why. If we'd met, we'd have fucked each other stupid in Raccoon City and probably died there."

"….there's probably some truth to that."

"So the universe conspired to keep us apart so that wouldn't happen."

"Interesting theory. Then why bring us together now?"

"Maybe the bioterrorism game is over. Maybe we get to retire. You want to retire with me? I'm a helluva cook. Alternatively, I have a penthouse in New York with a private pool."

"….are you trying to woo me with your piles of money then, Leon Kennedy?"

She rolled on top of him. He rubbed her back and butt, skimming his fingers in between to touch her sticky center. She gasped and shivered. "Not really." And it was said softly and excitedly, "Do I need to do that?"

"Nope. No. Just use your cock. Works like a charm."

And now he laughed and hugged her.

They fell asleep wrapped around each other. She was tucked into his front as they lay side by side. He had one hand cupping a breast and the other under their heads. She had one curled around the one on her breast and the other wrapped around his naked hips and butt. It was a good way to sleep.

They both slept better than anyone had. Ever.


They awoke in the dead of the night to touch each other. She came awake with him inside of her and his hand holding her groin to angle her back. She lifted her leg and they merged, fluidly, deeply. She was gasping and soft and sated, coming against his body wet and smooth. He licked a wet line up her spine and shivered, spilling inside of her while she gasped his name.

They slid back into sleep, fulfilled.

The warm light of the morning brought his eyes open. He lifted his head, feeling sorta smelly and kinda sticky. What a night. Best night ever.

He was on top of her now, his ear over her chest. Her legs were lazily wrapped around him. She was beautiful, even if she was kinda snoring. He shifted, looked at her soft and sleeping face, and slid into her.

She came awake instantly, gasped, and caught his face in her hands. Her eyes blurred and her skin flushed. Beautiful, he thought, and he went from hard to steely inside of her which managed to excite them both. He said, hoarsely, "Hi."

"Hi. Shit. Hi."

"Ready?"

"Oh yeah. Yes."

He laughed and hammered her into the bed while the bed squeaked and hopped. She was laughing and groaning and making some sound of delight. He laughed too and it ended on groan and a grunt as he pinned her arms above her head and tried to drive himself out the other side of her body.

He flipped her over, she grabbed the headboard, and he pistoned his body into her from behind. She slapped back on him, shouting. He'd ridden rodeo once in Sante Fe. The bull had done its level best to toss him into the dirt. It was the meanest, fastest, hardest ride he'd ever had. This was like that. But sexy and amazing and nearly twice as hard.

He used her hair to hold her, she tried to buck him off her and force him harder at the same time. He rode her mercilessly, she kept screaming, and he plowed into her until they were both gasping from it. They fell over and finished on the floor, laughing.

She gasped, sideways now, somehow sideways. "What is happening here?"

"I'm thinking possession. Is there a demon in here?"

"I think you're the demon, Leon Kennedy. Did you sell your soul for an endless erection?"

"Does it matter if the answer is yes?"

"Nope. Not a fucking bit."

"Then yes I did."

She laughed and he rolled up to his feet. He picked her up over his shoulder and she laughed, delighted, as he carried her into the shower. They were still laughing when they came back out to get dressed.

He looked down at his clothes which were wrinkled and a mess on the floor.

"Hmm."

"What?"

"How can I wear this crap? I need more clothes."

"….yeah? Put that shit on and I'll take you shopping. My treat."

"You want to buy me clothes?"

Jill was slipping on khakis and a blue tank top. She smiled at him. "I do. Why? You think I can't afford the shit you wear?"

Leon laughed and looped an arm around her waist. He drew her into him and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him her tongue. They swirled, laughed a little, and drew apart. She watched him dress. He had scars scattered over his perfect torso. Her chest still bore the fine scars of the device she'd worn for three years. They had bodies that were honed, hard, and bore the marks of survival.

Why had they never met before? And why now? Did it really matter? No. But slid her hands all over that perfect chest anyway and got a long, long, long kiss for her efforts.

Where had she come from? He mused this inside of his brain while he threw on his wrinkled and ruined clothes. This woman that told him all about herself and seemed to enjoy his company. She made him laugh, she stole his breath, she rocked his world. His safe, comfortable, sometimes incredibly boring world. Was this what life looked like when you put down the sword?

It was a good picture, that was for damn sure.

They ended up at one of the little shops in town. She watched him dress, she circled her finger to show himself off. Amused, enthralled, and crazy about her, he did it. He tried on everything she picked and showed it off. He lifted his shirt to show his ass off when instructed and laughed when she nodded.

And he let her buy it all. It didn't matter to him but it did to her. So why not?

He left in a black button down silk shirt and a leather motorcycle jacket that she made a growl at when he'd come out of the dressing room. She made some kind of purr in her throat and had him laughing. They walked through the town that was over run now with tens of thousands of people excited to see the President. She had her arm tucked under the jacket and around his waist. His arm was looped over her shoulders.

He realized, as they walked, he hadn't been this happy in a long time. Maybe ever. Maybe EVER. She was talking about the impossibility of Silent Hill happening. She was adamant about it. She was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. He turned her into his body while she talked and cupped her face.

Jill was saying, "So it's IMPOSSIBLE that you could jump between space and time like that. Clearly."

"Hmm. You're a big nerd."

"….I take offense to that. Mildly."

"Don't. Not even a little bit." He kissed her in the middle of the street. She cupped his adorable butt in her hands and pulled him into her. The director of the DSO and one of the founding members of the BSAA were currently standing in the middle of the street and sucking face.

He drew back and she did too. He said, "Come to the speech tonight."

"Well that's kinda what I'm here for. So I think I will."

He laughed but shook his head. "No. Come there as my guest. Come sit at the big table with me during the banquet."

"….oh. You want me to show up as your date?"

"Yeah. I do. Yeah I do. What do you say?"

"Absolutely. Why not? Sure everyone amongst the two organizations will wag tongues and tell everyone else. But who cares? I can't think of any thing I'd like more."

Just like that. No strings. No drama. She just said yes. She just made him feel like he'd gotten a yes from the prom queen. Who was this girl?

"Awesome. I think something really great is going to happen tonight. I can feel it."

"Me too! I have a good feeling about this speech and the whole thing. It's gonna be good for the whole bioterrorism community."

"Maybe. But you and me? That is the best thing happening in Tall Oaks, hands down."

Jill grinned and was sorry to have to say goodbye. But they still had to work. It still had to be done. Unless they were ready to retire and live a quiet life away from what the game. Neither of them had reached that point yet.

"Agreed. I'll miss you, Leon Kennedy."

He laughed and turned back to her to wink. "I started missing you the second you let go, gorgeous. Wear something beautiful for me tonight."

"Can I wear you?"

"You think the President would mind? Pardon me, Mr. President, I need to just take a moment out of our agenda this evening to nail my girlfriend. Do you mind?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Sure. I like it. What do you think?"

She gave him a shrug. "Why not?"

"Why not indeed. See ya later, Jill Valentine."

"Mr. Kennedy."