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An excited gasp escaped her lips as Leon ran his hand up her flat stomach. Her head rolled back with her eyes, the sheer touch of his palm sending electric shocks throughout her body. He had her helplessly pinned against the cool wall of her apartment, his spare hand holding up his body as he leaned forward. His cool grey eyes watched her carefully, a smirk spreading across his lips as she moaned deep in her throat. He pushed his fingers underneath her lacey bra, his anxious fingers finding their way to her breast. He rubbed her nipple roughly until it stood at attention much like his manhood.

His name sounded like music to his ears as she moaned it over and over again. Her body was begging for more of his magical touch, and she needed it more than the air she breathed. She arched forward, her chest rubbing against his as his hand let go of her hardened nipple and ran its way down her back. He loved the curve of her back that reached its way down to her ass. It was the sexiest curve he had ever seen on a woman, and Claire had a beautiful one.

He lunged for her throat, thrusting her hips forward to meet with his. She shuddered at the moist trail his tongue left along her neck as the warmth met with the air conditioned temperature of her apartment. Her fingers grabbed a tight hold of strands of light brown hair that sat on his beautiful head, her mind racing at the simple touch of him. Laughs of approval got stuck in her throat as she felt her clothes begin to slide off her body, one by one.

"Oh yes. Oh, God yes, Leon." She gasped, his teeth gently pulling on her neck.

His mouth made its way up to her ear, nibbling on it gently while his fingers found their way between her legs. She went limp against his body, surprised she could even stand. He wrapped her leg around his waist and reached behind, rubbing her in a way she never had been before him.

She was so lost in the maze of pleasure Leon had thrown her into that she didn't even notice he was naked until she felt his hard manhood against her. She could feel him rubbing against her thigh and felt a wave of pleasure surge through her body as her entire frame rocked.

So close, dear God he was so close to being inside her. She could almost feel it, the sensation of his thick member being inside of her. So close, and then…

Her alarm startled her awake, jerking her out of her double bed with a gasp. She let out a disappointed groan when her mind registered that it was only a dream. Just a beautiful and glorious dream. She lay alone in her bed once again. It was something she had gotten used to, but when waking up from a dream like that, it was a sharp and painful stab of reality that flew at her like a dagger.

She had her share of sex; there was no doubt about it. Men had shared her bed over the years that now seemed all too empty for her liking. But none of them had ever given her the feeling that Leon did. Well, not yet, at least, she corrected herself. Even though the most they had shared was that kiss in Chris and Jill's driveway, sensations she didn't know she could feel became all too real. Sex with any of the guys she had been with in her past couldn't dare to live up to the simple kiss she had shared with the fellow Raccoon City survivor. She smiled as she hit her alarm, her mind racing with thoughts of just how good the sex between the two of them would be, should she ever get to experience it.

She couldn't help but wonder how someone could possibly have the connection with another person like the one she shared with Leon. In her younger years, she had thought she was helplessly in love with another boy. They had essentially planned their whole lives out together, and surprisingly, she was more than content with it. This was all before Raccoon City, of course. Back when the thought of death had never so much as crossed her mind. She had been with him for just over two years, and up until now, she thought that they were the best two years of her life.

The beginning of the relationship was intense. She could remember nights when they had made love over four or five times. But at the halfway mark of their relationship, she found herself losing interest in him physically. The love was still there, but the attraction just wasn't. But he had been such a solid part of her everyday life that she didn't have the heart to end it. Even the thought of him not being there to give her wakeup calls for school was too hard to even imagine. The lack of intimacy proved to be too much, and it wasn't long before what she thought was the love of her life walked out on her. Much like Leon did not so long ago.

But just like that, he had walked back into her life and stirred up feelings within her she thought had gone dormant since her one first love had left her when she was a teenager. She had to admit, after that first relationship fell apart, she had lost all faith in that department. How could you care for someone so much but lose the physical attraction to them? For the longest time she felt guilty about it and blamed herself. And it wasn't long before she found herself falling in a downward spiral.

But here she was, so many years later, the same fateful emotions emerging from deep within her. She could do no more than hope and pray they didn't burn out like they did before. But judging by the way her body reacted to the simple feeling of his lips over hers; she had a good feeling that these amazing feelings weren't going anywhere. Or at least, one could only hope.

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"So, what are your thoughts of your buddy doing your little sister?"

The simple question caught Chris completely off guard and nearly caused him to choke on the warm cup of coffee he had just take a huge gulp from. He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde woman seated across the table from him as she smiled. He watched her finger trace the top of her coffee cup before taking a sip and placing it silently down before her.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her, shoving a fork load of bacon into his mouth. He saw the look of disgust on her face and quickly responded. "Hey, don't hate. These muscles need to be fed." He pointed to his biceps. "You see, they're like crops; don't water them, and they'll die. Except in this case, water is bacon, and die means shrivel up and leave little girly arms in its place that will not match my incredible handsomeness." He flashed her an exaggerated smile in his attempt to change the subject.

His attempt proved futile as she pursued her original thought. "So it doesn't bother you, then?"

He put his fork down on his plate and laced his fingers, his elbows resting on the table separating him from his partner. "Jill, as much as I love the thought of my little sister having sex, and believe me, do I ever, I don't think I have to worry much about Kennedy."

"Why not? Haven't you seen the way they look at each other?" She ignored his wave and continued to try prove her case like she was in court. "I'm telling you Chris, there's something there. Besides, I think she'd be crazy not to do anything about it." She said casually, taking another sip from her coffee mug.

"Oh? Is that so? Why, are you interested in Kennedy?" She'd better not be, or I'll kick his ass back to Washington, Chris told himself.

"No." She answered all too quickly, getting a laugh from the man who sat before her. She stuttered as she tried to brush off the quickness of her answer. "Look, all I'm saying is that if the two of them ever happen to crash here for the night, make sure you lock Leon down in the basement or something. Otherwise, bow chica bow wow in the guest room."

"That's disgusting!" Chris yelled out, playfully throwing a piece of bacon at Jill. She laughed and dodged the greasy meat as it hit the white walls behind her, leaving a trail of grease on its journey to the floor. "My little sister is an innocent virgin who will not touch anyone like that until after her wedding. And even then, I will refuse to acknowledge it in any way."

Jill glanced back at the wall and turned to look at Chris. She shook her head and fought against the smile that was growing on her lips. She rolled a napkin into a small ball and tossed it at him, hitting him right between his eyes. "You're cleaning that nasty grease trail up, Redfield."

He shot her a cocked smile, raising his eyebrows. "I love it when you tell me what to do, Valentine."

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What he did the other night wasn't stupid, right? No, he told himself as he threw a clean shirt over his chest. He studied his face in the mirror, his fingers gently tracing over the lump under his eye that was gradually going away. Was it strange that his mind wouldn't stop running over every move he had taken while they were alone in that driveway? He couldn't decide if the constant replay was creepy or endearing. Like he told himself before, he wasn't creepy, so he just reassuring himself that it was endearing and nothing but.

He hadn't really had a chance to talk to her since that night. They had spent a few hours at Chris and Jill's before going their separate ways for the night. And even when they were alone once again in the driveway stained with coffee, neither of them dared to speak of what happened. Leon suddenly felt like he was back in junior high, remembering the awkwardness that came after the first kiss. He hadn't been that jolted by his nerves since then, and he couldn't understand why now and why with her?

Probably because it wasn't just her, it was Claire Redfield. It was the beautiful red-haired vixen he had escaped death with. The emotions he found himself facing when he thought of her were unlike anything he had ever felt before. Well, they were unlike anything he had ever felt before her.

That short, dark-haired woman in red popped into his mind once again. Ada, Ada Wong. How could he forget her? The mysterious woman in red that he just couldn't seem to figure out. He couldn't believe how fast and how hard he had fallen for her back in Raccoon City. Why did it seem like everything he remembered was from that disaster? Why couldn't he leave it behind him? Why couldn't he bury it six feet under like all the corpses that were destroyed in that hellhole?

What was it about Ada Wong that made her so unforgettable? Maybe it was the extraordinary curves of her body that seemed to be accentuated with that red dress she had on back in Spain. The mystery and raw sexual allure that came off her had torn him between his sanity and the man within him that wanted to grab a hold of her and rip all her clothes off.

His own thoughts startled him, and suddenly he was back to reality, staring hard at his own reflection in the mirror. How could he still have those feelings for her after he had just kissed Claire a few days earlier? That was the difference between the two women that his heart was torn between. Ada was the type of girl that you spend one or two amazing nights with. And Claire was the type that you took out to fancy dinners, and showed off to all your friends. She was girlfriend material. Hell, she had even proven herself to be mother material, a memory that, to this day, brought a smile onto Leon's face. You couldn't begin to compare two women who were on complete opposite ends of the spectrum. And yet, he found himself doing it constantly.

Why couldn't he just focus on the fiery haired goddess that he had shared a beautiful kiss with only a few nights ago? Because he was Leon Kennedy, that's why. And deep down inside, as much as he hated to admit it, a part of his heart still belonged to the woman in red.