So this chapter has been edited. The previous one felt too early, so I'm just gonna use that somewhere else but this one has changed drastically. The song of the chapter has changed too.
With special thanks to cutzroxanne. ritchi for being such a great supporter, definitely a column of my motivation.
Okay,
ATTENTION/ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS INSTRUCTIONS. TO GET THE 100% EMOTIONAL FEELING, PLEASE DO AS I SAY.
1-You will reach a "ccc" mark in the lines.
2- Once you reached the "ccc" mark, listen to the song "Fifty shades" by Boy Epic and keep it on repeat till the end of the chapter.(Yeah, I know it's from fifty shades but it really suits it trust me ;)
"PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU, GET THE SONG AND DO SO IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GET THE MOST OUT OF THIS CHAPTER. THE CHAPTER IS INTRIGUING."
Also, I do not own any of the songs. Happy reading ;)
The click-clack of her high heels reverberated through the semi-glass corridors. Ada rushed to the place the sound was emitted from, only to find a burly presence in combat with…
Leon!
It's complicated how we always show up at the exact same spot.
"I wouldn't go on if I were you." Ada held the gunpoint at the tanned man's head who was in a serious melee with Leon. Her face was nothing but placid, as if this was an issue as common as dealing with a neighbor over civil crimes.
"Oh yes?" The tall man returned with conspicuous deride. His face twisted into a frown, revealing his features more lucidly. A high-bridged nose, a disdainful lower lip, he began to run his eyes over Ada's figure. There was something inquisitive about him.
"Ada!" Leon called, somewhat out of habit.
"I'm not your enemy, Joe. Put the syringe down." Ada tilted her chin sideways, implying that it was better for his sake to get rid of that.
The corners of the stranger's lips lifted up in a stout disparaging expression, one slightly higher than the other,
His dangerous mountain-like presence hovered above Leon over a lab table, gripping the syringe with the unwavering intention of injecting the red liquid into Leon's neck. Leon on the other hand, was resisting like a fierce survivor by keeping hold of the potent wrists which stretched to reveal the man's sinewy arms half covered under his ragged T-shirt. Ada's sudden presence had given him ample opportunity to take action.
Joe's interest abruptly shifted to Ada, freeing his grip only to amble towards Ada in a swift careless motion. He never broke the scornful eye contact. Leon's hand slid to his holster with caution in case he decided to attempt anything on Ada.
Ada well knew she had to act first, otherwise the first move would be his and this would not make the situation any desirable.
Without warning, he dashed towards Ada, with a speed and agility that was, in a vague way, reminiscent of the man whom the two STARS agents knew in thorough details. Due to this tiny fact, Ada would not be able to shoot him with high efficiency.
Ada took notice of a steel trolley, laden with experimental containers and colorful substances. In a flexible agile movement, she rested the palms of her hands on a white table behind her as leverage to lift herself, bending her legs, and a second after, with tremendous force, she thrust the trolley in Joe's direction with the tip of her heels. Half of the containers tumbled in collision with his stocky muscular body.
In an automatic rapid reaction, Leon pulled out his pistol and opened fire on him, bullet after bullet, but each time he would dodge with insurmountable skills. After time seemed to have passed two minutes or so, Leon managed to send a bullet through his right arm.
Joe began to laugh a foolish, forced, high-pitched laugh as he rubbed the surface of his arm. He did not hesitate for even a second. Dashing his way through to a nearby open window, he jumped out in the cold, vanishing in the most puzzling and the fastest way possible. No trace, no Joe.
Leon and Ada were left alone in the open-plan drafty laboratory. The two panted for breath, though not as breathless as the times that they were on the run.
"Ada" Leon said, his eyes deep with meaning "why am I not surprised?" he started to pace around the room, in a subconscious habit to interrogate her.
"Hmm" Ada's lips revealed a very mild smirk, as mild as the gloss on her lips. Instead of responding outright, she chose to bend down and pick up the syringe.
"This place undeniably seems worthy of investigation." She muttered, placing the syringe inside a silver metallic case in a finicky organized way after removing the needle, similar to an adept doctor.
"My mind has started to associate you with trouble" Leon glanced around the place like a die-hard cynic, yet a peculiar fascination slowly built up in him by all the state-of-the-art setup and facilities. Although certain parts came across as derelict and abandoned, the rest was still larger and more impressive than any of the labs they had previously been to on their missions.
"If that's the case" Ada's lip corners stretched to a seductive smile her voice becoming softer and more professional after each word, "then I won't be capable of changing your consumptive views, Mr. Kennedy." Crossing her arms, she began to stroll around a table with a strong self- originating confidence.
"So you knew him?" Leon's attention wandered to some white packets on the floor. "You said you weren't his enemy" he said, a quantum of accusation blowing in his voice. He knelt down to give them a closer examination. There was an orange biohazard warning sign, and the packets looked like those which salt was preserved in.
"He's dangerous. If you ever intended to mess with him…" she paused, her mind seemed to be navigating through long-lost distant memories as her lips tightened into a straight line, and then she was interrupted by Leon's curiosity about the packets.
"Those are empty" she began to explain, keeping hold of her elbow with her palm while the other hand continued to draw a rather vague gesticulation.
"They're not foolish enough to leave extensive evidence" Ada said in a furtive tone, her inky eyelashes moving to the ground with her eyes.
"What do you mean?" Leon's eyes moved up to lock with Ada's. She crossed her arms once more, leaning one of her heels against the wall behind her in what was supposed to be a sign of casual lassitude. Her restless eyes gradually moved out to the white outside the window.
"They'll never proclaim their trump card," she shrugged, her voice dropped until it was less audible but distinct," this is just another intricate game." Ada began to meander towards her silver case, as if her business was finished here.
Over time Leon had begun to consider Ada's puns an encryption that needed to be decoded.
"So what was about the syringe?" Leon rose to his feet in a slow stretch.
"Nothing significant" Ada said in her falsely sweet voice, she knew Leon's eyes were still on her, not leaving her alone.
"A sedative… with a slightly different functional value." She said, trying to sound reasonable, tightening her grip on the handle.
Leon continued to eye her. For a moment, he thought to himself that he knew, in his subconscious, what she would try to do. In fact, he did know "exactly" what stunt she would pull.
She would shoot him her crest smirk before jumping out the window the very same way Joe did, ensuring they would meet each other again real soon. If not, she would pull out her grapple gun and vanish into thin air. She was going to disappear into space-time and he didn't have a clue where she would go once she got as far as the window. Ada was the master of sending tantalizing hints and then suddenly leaving everything afloat.
Even prior to this, random partners had never been really able to take his mind off her presence by momentary distractions. An unspeakable quality of this ambience told him this was a hidden opportunity, something more of a jackpot. There was no licker or mutated virus screeching from behind.
"I told you you'd miss me." Leon's eyes were bright like burning coal. He had no idea why the words had escaped him. A swelling feeling hauled him closer to her. He slowly drifted towards her, his hand rubbing on the surface of a plastic table with light brushing. At some point, Leon came to a short-lived halt when there were only a few steps separating them.
Ada hadn't returned to face him even once, her attention still on the case. Her work was done with it, yet she persisted in maintaining her gaze on the case, her thumbs resting immobile on its sides with hesitation. Her long slender fingers tapped in a slow wave against its craggy surface, pondering whether to make a prompt jump out the window, or to brush past Leon in a single natural act, vanishing through one of the white laboratory walls. In the pit of her stomach, she wouldn't mind the idea of parting a bit later as she did not, by any means, deem Leon a principal threat. He had never stopped her, he could never stop her if she had wanted to leave. Nothing could stop Ada Wong.
"Isn't that why we always show up in the same place?" Leon said in a deep voice. He well knew that his words were figurative nonsense and that there really "was" a serious correlation between Ada and trouble. Sometimes direct, the other times not so proportional as it appeared to be. However, one thing was sure and nothing surer: Wherever Ada was involved, walls would be splattered with blood.
"Take it whatever way you wish." She tipped her head forward in what was supposed to be a gentle dream-as-long-as-you-want-but-you-will-never-catch-me tone, getting prepared to say another "see you later" before storming to part.
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All of a sudden, she felt a resonant presence so close to her from behind. This proximity was an invisible menace, an exploiting threat; she could swear his warm breaths were right there, galloping to caress the crook of her neck in the drafty room. Those moist breaths were too manifest to be overshadowed, even by the icy ruthless winds who took interest in blowing with inexorable intentions.
A dynamite of adrenaline exploded in her thoughts when there was an unexpected sharp pressure of fingers on her forearm pushing down, somewhere above her delicate aromatic pulse, firm enough to handcuff her.
"It's getting too cold today." Leon said in a dark warning tone, pulling a curtain on his emotions." And you're not going anywhere! "His fingers became more intense, pressing even harder into her soft elastic skin.
It had been quite a long time since Ada had last witnessed him behave like this, which was a nice surprise to her. A beguiling smile covered her lavender lips.
She turned around with an ingrained elasticity that was just so Ada-like. One of her forearms was still trapped in Leon's steel grip while the other wrist made its way back to the table, graceful fingers sliding real slow and elegant to find a proper support.
"So…" Ada said, lingering on the "o" sound with intent," Would you dare challenge me Leon?" her eyes flickered with amusement. God, this creature; her soft dulcet yet extremely dauntless voice wiped rationalism off anyone who heard it.
Leon leaned forward, allowing himself to shorten the distance into a few inches. Their lips were at the same level.
"Well who better than me?" he said with a sore shadowy voice, his eyes shot through her flaming evocative ones. She could feel his chest brushing against hers; had it been a bit further, she would also feel his heart beats slamming against his chest.
She reached backwards more in a magnificent flexible manner, her free hand still near her slender thigh as a balance factor; yet its fingers were fidgeting in slow curls with restlessness. She couldn't escape his fiery breaths that landed on her lips at this distance.
Leon softened the pressure and finally let her hand go in a movement that was not so violent, but he was not willing to let the probing get away. His hands moved to form a gingerly semi-circle approaching her waist, his arms slithering under her armpits to ensure she wouldn't escape while being interrogated.
"Why are you here Ada?" Leon hissed, his eyes sizzling with the green fatigue. He had had enough of B.O.W. games. Her smoky intoxicating fragrance filled Leon's nostrils somewhere to his heart, making him inhale her scent more deeply. She had certainly not ruled out using her most expensive perfumes just in case.
Ada's back had bent to its maximum graceful arch, struggling to throw more room between herself and Leon. The curve of her chest rose higher with air, stroking his massive stiff one even more, complementing her tall stretching figure. Her heated breaths ran with raging fever on Leon's lips down to his chin.
She needed to know how to deal with Leon in a pragmatic way. Of course, Leon was not her business by any means, but the only person on earth who would care about her.
Her hand ran upwards and she pressed the tips of her fingers on his cheekbone, so light, so delicate as if he was especially breakable.
Leon paused, continuing to stare at her, in an awaiting posture. He couldn't determine whether this was an affectionate act that was nothing more than a simple ploy for evasion, or a real passionate one.
"Ada" he grabbed her by the hand with utter care, her bare wrist felt as soft as a feather under his skin.
"Why are you here" he brought her hand down near himself
" in Russia? In this lab?" he said to clarify further, although there was no need for it.
"Business that needs to get taken care of" a playful smirk landed itself on her resplendent glossy lips.
"You always say the same thing" he said with evident irritation, his fresh mint breaths fanned across her face, leaning in closer.
Ada's arms began to find their way around his neck, so gentle that it sent little tremors along his nerves. She kept hold of his scapulae, bending a bit forward "Can't be patient Leon, can you?" her lips parted near his ear, her warm breaths, redolent of freshly washed strawberries, tickled his neck in secret.
A/N:Please post a review and tell me that you're still alive and you're breathing and that I'm not just writing for the walls of my bedroom ;)