Love in a Danger Zone.

Chapter Eight:

His Redemption.

* Don't let her go… You can't… and you won't. You're stronger now, just PULL HER UP!*

Leon gritted his exposed teeth and pulled her up with ease and then over his shoulder…

"Not this time…" He said confidently with an upward nod, before Wesker jumped up onto the cat walk, which caused it to lurch and cave, which sent all three of them rolling back down onto the ground floor. Leon and Wesker recovered from the tumble well and ended up facing one another. Leon's famous cotton eyes also worked in the opposite way with the ice coated glare he gave Wesker, before he growled and moved in to tackle Wesker.

He was successful in the tackle; however, Leon was met with a silencer in his face. He quickly dived out of the way just as Wesker pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed his left cheek and outer ear, nothing too serious, but it sure did sting. While Leon was distracted with his wound, Wesker stood and aimed the pistol down at Leon, who crawled back a bit.

"Say Good Night, Leon Kennedy." Wesker stated casually.

Just then something clipped Wesker's right knee and was then drilled into Leon's left shoulder. Leon winced as his eyes closed tightly before he looked up to find a strange looking commando knife buried in his shoulder, all the way to the hilt. By the curvature of the handle, he could tell he didn't want to try and pull it out, because he might do more damage to himself. He looked up to see where the knife came from and saw that female mercenary stepping up and drawing back just as Wesker turned around. She palmed him twice, square in the nose, before she grabbed him by his head and brought her knee up to his ribs twice, before bashing his face off of her knee. He doubled over, but she wasn't finished with him just yet. She straddled the back of his neck, crossing her ankles tightly before throwing all of her weight forward and down, which cause Wesker to be thrown into the wall as she stood up. She took a few staggered, and tired steps over toward him, before winding back and sank her left boot into his cheek several times repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Leon struggled to get up and get to Ada, but the knife made it impossible to move that arm at all! Just then the knife was ripped from his shoulder and slammed into Weskers right forearm, which pinned it to the floor. From there she executed a powerful axe kick which ended up shattering his legs before she moved over and stood on his left forearm, drawing the USP "Match".

"Good Night." Her gruff tones muttered to him, stealing Leon's thunder, as she aimed the handgun down at him, gazing down through the dove tail sights of her pistol. He lazily came around still knocked silly, then looked up at his assassin and panicked.

"No…NO!" He struggled but realized she had him totally immobilized and she had no emotions to play off of… Albert Wesker knew right then and there that she was going to be the last woman he'd ever see, what a shame.

Meanwhile Leon covered his feverishly bleeding knife wound and doubled over, wincing and gritting his teeth. He could feel the muscle that was ripped out when she yanked the knife out. With his eyes closed, suddenly he saw Inga's beautiful, while smile and glistening honey-brown eyes. Man, was she a great girl, a little hard to get, but well worth the effort. He was then determined to get home to her, so he concentrated on her image in his mind, until the pain in shoulder became bearable. From there he got to his feet, found Ada, and picked her up with a bit of a struggle, but he managed and started across the room. He took a few short breaths before kicking the door open, stumbling up against the wall before pushing off of it and continued through the door with Ada cradled in his arms.

After he'd cleared that hallway, he heard several gun shots, nothing less than a .45 caliber pistol. From that, Leon knew Wesker was done for and Umbrella would be stopped.

* I never realized that so much could rest on one man's shoulders. At least with him gone this should all be over. *

That thought comforted him as he finally surfaced on the helipad.

"Oh my God! Are you all right?!" Claire quickly moved over him as he dropped to his knees and gently laid Ada down before Leon leaned back against the wall panting slightly.

"Lemme take a look at that wound." Claire suggested as she also came to her knees beside him and started to examine his knife would to the shoulder. Leon calmed his pace and his aqua-blue eyes and he swallowed.

"How bad is it?"

"Well. It's pretty deep, and you'll definitely need stitches, but it shouldn't kill you. Just keep pressure on it." She picked up his bloody hand and placed it on his left shoulder as he nodded and relaxed against the wall, closing his eyes, but only for a moment, before his radio went off. He fumbled with it in his right hand and opened it up.

Inga: "Leon, how's the mission coming along?"

Leon: "Successful. Wesker's dead."

Inga: "Leon! There's blood all over you…Are you all right?"

Leon: "I'm fine, Inga. Where's our chopper?"

Inga: "I'm not sure, I lost connection with them 30 minutes ago, if they're still around, it should only be another 20 minutes, max."

Leon: "Glad to hear it…"

Inga: "Are you sure you're all right."

Leon: "Honey-Bun…. I'll see you when I get home."

He mouthed her a kiss and ended the radio transmission so he could relax. He glanced down to Ada, staring at her serene face for a very long moment, before his eyes fell shut…

Roughly fifteen minutes later, the familiar sound of chopper blades slicing the air filled their ears as it neared the roof top. Leon's aqua-blues opened and he smiled before relaxing his head. He was more worn down than he realized because he fell into a light sleep, still aware of what was going on around him. He could hear Ada's voice.

"I'm sorry, Leon…but I don't think you'll ever understand me, or accept what I do. … You're a good man, and I want you to stay that way… See you 'round, Handsome."

She kissed his soft, flat lips gently, before pulling back to brush those blonde locks of his hair off to the side, and away from his face, placing her hand on his face and smiled at him.

She immediately slipped away, moving over to the chopper marked with a large "G."

Leon's eyes immediately opened and he jumped, seeing Ada getting away, but she paused looking over her shoulder to him. She mouthed something to him.

"I love you…" She said before she smiled weakly and just then, the other woman in black fatigues stepped up behind Ada, ushering her into the chopper, before she followed. Leon tried to get to his feet, but his blood loss was so severe it held him to the floor.

"Ada…" He forced out with a rugged breath and tried to stand but by the time he got to his feet, the chopper was lifting off, even as he continued to stumble toward where the chopper had been.

"Ada!" he tried to raise his voice, but it didn't amount to much. Due to his loss of blood, he dropped to knees again, and then to his hands, shaking his head slightly as his vision blurred. Claire came to his side and started helping him away from the middle of the helipad.

"Leon. C'mon." Claire pleaded and he started to move a little better on his own, finally getting comfortably seated back against the wall.

Shortly after, the chopper Hunnigan had prepared arrived finally and they boarded. Claire sat beside Sherry, explaining how and why she and Leon came to her rescue and in the meantime, a folded paper air plane fluttered into Leon's lap and he quickly clawed at it to keep it from floating away. He glanced up to Claire and Sherry who were distracted by one another and he proceeded to open the paper. It was a letter from Ada and he felt his heart sink and skip a beat all at once as he began to read it.

{Leon,

I feel the need to apologize again. As I am sure you know, I still have a lot of secrets and by keeping them to myself it's kept both of us alive thus far. The moment we experienced in that truck made me realize that you and I could never possibly make anything work together. We will cross paths later on down the road, under better circumstances and until that day, be well Leon…

XOXO}

He lifted his head and shook it slightly as he folded the letter and tucked it away safely. He reached up to his wounded shoulder and rested his hand on it. As his eyes closed his thoughts roamed off to one Ingrid Hunnigan, aye what a wonderful distraction for his heart.

Ada rested her head against the padded seat of the chopper, closing her eyes while the G-Com paramedic stitched her shoulder.

"For a field dress, you didn't do too bad." The medic commented and Ada simply nodded, even though it was Leon who bandaged her. Her thoughts slipped off, roaming over Leon's face.

* Such a good man. I shouldn't have ever corrupted him by stepping into his life.*

She thought but suddenly she had other things to think about, such as her summery report on Wesker's findings and allow the Class E soldier to report their deaths.... She was so glad it was all over, working for G-Com was good, but since her mission was successful, she would have a fat pay check for it. Again, thanks to Leon coming to her rescue, she owed that man more than one can give in a life time. She was ready to retire.

{Two days Later…}

* They kissed like long time lovers and Leon's arms wrapped around her so tightly and lovingly, she could have melted, but the way his tongue teased hers, she knew how real this was, and Leon made sure of it. She ran her fingers up through his hair and he broke the kiss panting already and aimed for her neck, putting lazy open mouthed kisses there while he rubbed her ribs with his hands in slow, firm circles.

A light grunt left her throat before a sharp intake of breath.

"Oh… Leon." She stated his name in a low sultry, and calm tone of voice.

"Mmmmm-Ada…" He mumbled against her neck before a lust took him over and he grumbled against her neck before sinking his teeth in, but immediately replaced them with his lips, simply grazing her neck with his teeth, because he knew that if he bit her, he'd take a chunk right out of her neck because he wanted her so badly. He pulled her against him tightly, so her chest was pressed into his own, before his lips came crashing into her own again.

Her shoulder burned form the wound but not as hot as she burned for him. She pulled herself further onto his lap, straddling his lap while she suckled on his tongue, loving how he tasted, how he smelled, and how prefect and wonderful he felt. They were physically made for one another and they both knew that. They reclined and her free hand came to his face, resting her finger tips there as her weight settled on his chest.

He reached up under her shirt, while gently rubbing her back before suddenly he sat up, rolling her onto her back while he moved in on top of her. Ada usually was a dominate person and Leon knew that which was why he was taking advantage of her wounded state, and also wanted her all to himself, unable to get away until he said otherwise. His hand came to her stomach, rubbing along her ribs and then firmly squeezed her hips before grinding that bulge of his into her hips while they had their tongues down each other's throats. His right hand supported his weight as not to crush her petite form, but she was clinging to him because he just wasn't close enough.

She reached her right hand down to the bulge in his pants and firm rubbed it with her palm, which caused him to grunt, weakening to her touch, he breathed against her mouth, which she returned with her own whimper of want. She reached up and popped the button of his cargo's, unzipping them quickly before she let his manhood spring free, only to be capture by her hand. She proceeded to massage it, which earned her another moan before he pushed her skirt up to her hips, slipping those sexy gutches off to the side only to begin rubbing at her button feverishly. There were so many things she wanted to do with him, to him, and for him, but he snatched the idea right out of her mind as he broke the kiss and wasted no time on leaving a trail of kisses to her sex, but went straight to the source instead. He didn't tease her with slow, long licks, but rather, dived right into and suckled on her button before licking it feverishly then she started panting as a response.

"Leon…" She called out before he reached up to her right breast and fondled it, surprised to find her right hand atop his, helping him. He continued his oral assault on her snatch, before slipping his right index finger inside of her and she moaned, panting faster while her hips started to buck slightly

She sent him moans and pants of urgency and he obeyed going at it faster, which now in between her pants were sharp gasps for air. He slowed his assault to a stop and left the task with a kiss to her button, but then continued to slowly drill her with his digit while he moved atop her once more, and eventually stopped fingering her once their lips met in the middle.

Soon enough he placed the head of his exposed piece at her entrance and slowly pushed himself in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt and then pushed a little further holding there as she moaned out his name and he grunted hers back to her, before he pulled back slowly and buried himself again with a grunt.

He waited and dreamed of this for six years and it was all about to be over in six minutes. Not that Leon's a one-pump-chump, but with his recent sexual tension, and his want of her for so long. He steadied himself and gazed down at her with those warm aqua-blues of his while he slid in and out of her with a firm, steady, medium paced rhythm, trying to make it last.

It wasn't too much longer before he found himself slamming into her while they gazed at on another he came, letting himself pour out inside of her so deeply, and then rested his forehead on her right shoulder while they calmed down and the continued slow shallow thrusts inside of her. They were in their own orgasmic abyss for the time being…*

Leon slowly came out of his sleep, and reluctantly left his heated dream of Ada with that pesky roll of quarters in his pocket again. Those aqua blues opened slowly and he smiled to himself until he looked at the empty pillow beside him which caused reality to sink in, but he brushed it off and went to reach up to his face with both hands and winced due to his left shoulder and rather than rubbing his face to help wake him up, he held his shoulder and sighed.

"So you've found a new way to haunt me…. Great."
With that he got up to start his day.

While finishing his shower he heard his phone ringing and quickly jumped out, grabbing a towel on the way just as he reached for his cell phone, he slipped going right down on his butt, taking a chair and some condiments to the floor with him.

He did manage to answer his phone, but remained on the floor.

"Yeah?"

"Leon?"
"Yeah?" He sighed.

"It's Inga…"

"Well hello there, Sweetness…" He taunted and continued…

"What are you up to?"
"Not a whole lot. I wanted to stop over and check up on you. Claire told me about your injury. How bad-"

"-I'm fine, Inga." He chuckled…

"Besides, I promised you I'd come back."

"Well, I'm still going to check up on you. I don't want your pride going to your head."

"Save the speech and get over here already…" He grinned.

"Gee, Leon. It sounds like you miss me or something…"

"Everyday."
"Awwww, well I'll be over in a few. You behave and keep your bandages changed."
"Yes, Nurse Honey-Bun."

"Ugh, Bye Leon."

"Bye."
And they hung up.

When Hunnigan arrived, he didn't answer his door when she rang the bell so she knocked and the door opened, but by the force of her own hand…

"Leon?" She questioned as her brows knitted together. She hesitated but then finally stepped inside to find no lights on but a trail of tiny candles. She smirked and shook her head before following the trail quietly. At the end she found herself in his bedroom and she looked around for any other clues t his location.

Using his training on his soon-to be lover, he sneaked up behind her quietly. Very gently his hand slid around her waist as his slightly parted lips came to her neck. His warm breath rushed out over her flesh as his hand tightened around her thin waist. Seeing as his left arm was in a sling do to the knife wound.

"Mmmmm… Missed you…" He mumbled against her neck before he kissed it softly, holding his lips there as his eyes closed for a moment, basking in the feel of her soft skin.

"I can tell…" She grinned and tilted her head away to expose her neck to him more so.

"How's the shoulder?" She asked, before turning toward him. His grip loosened as he allowed her to turn.

"Been better, and for minute there I forgot all about it."
He grinned down to her and she reflected the smile back at him. Her honey-brown eyes glistening in the candle light, seeing as she had no glasses on. He blinked before pulling her in toward himself with his fully functioning arm and placed his forehead against hers. She bit her lower lip and grinned while his right hand firmly gripped the small of her back. She released her lip and lifted her chin to plant along, but soft kiss on his lips, which of course, he happily accept and returned, but afterward he was the first to speak.

"That… was very nice." He said with closed eyes and then he opened them and looked at her. After a moment of gazing at her, he spoke up again.

"You're beautiful…" A couple of simple words, but it was his tone of voice and the look in this cotton eyes that made it the compliment that it was. Leon's words stood for what they really were, not out of pure motivation to get him what he wanted. He was a genuine fellow.

His grip on her loosened and he reached up to touch her hair, moving it from her forehead before gazing at her once more. She finally broke the lovey-dovey silence.

"So, Leon… What's the occasion? What're all the candles and the romance for, hm?"

She asked him with a teasing grin.

"Well… It's to make up for something." He started to explain before Inga giggled.

"Make up for what?"

"Well seeing as I'm injured, I don't know how good of a lover I'd be…so…"

"Tsk aaaww. Leon…" Her face crinkled with an adoring expression.

"We don't have to now. There's no rush… You're home now and safe. That's the number one priority."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and he hugged her close with his free arm and nuzzled her.

"Ok." He said softly and continued.

"Will you stay with me again tonight?"

"That was part of the itinerary."

" Ah…well…" he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips and continued.

"What's next on the list then, Ma'am?" He asked tilting his head as he pulled back and looked at her. She grinned and hugged him more tightly.

"Well the main event's been spoiled so we'll have to regroup…"

"Hmmmmmm…." He proceeded to think it over.

"Got any suggestions?" She grinned and lightly pressed her hips against his which made him melt slightly, and of course it gave him an idea, but he recollected himself and answered her.

"Yeah…. You on top?" He almost pleaded his suggestion and she looked at him with a giggle and an arch of the brow.

"Leon. You have an injury."

"So?" He obviously didn't care; he was suddenly taken over by a wave of lust. His want for her was out of control. He leaned in and proceeded to kiss her and then moved to her neck.

"So! I don't think it'd be too….too….s...s…s…smart to…to.."

She trailed off as their lips met one another's. His tongue invading her mouth quite casually and surprisingly enough no mess.

After a thirty second heated make out session, Ingrid pulled away.

"Leon." She placed her hands on his chest to bar him off from her and she turned her head. Leon saw that she didn't want him to push himself to please her so he backed off.

"I'm… I'm sorry." He became bashful.

"You know I'll never make you do something you didn't want to." He explained.

She looked at him and gave him a genuine smile.

"I know, Leon, and for your information…I DO want to, but I just wouldn't feel right and I think it'd be better for both of us if you were healed up."
Leon shook his head in defeat.

"Yeah, you're probably right, but…damn, ya don't make it easy. From day one, it's been tough."
"What? Day one? Day one you expected me to be some cranky old hag and had no interest in me romantically until my dorky glasses were removed."

She teased him, giving him a poke in the stomach to which he grinned and winced playing like he was hurt.

"You're right, kind of. I thought you were pretty cute, even your glasses and forgive me before being an Eye-Guy."

Hunnigan merely patted his stomach and rested her head on his undamaged shoulder. He smiled and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders.

"What do you say tomorrow I take you to meet my parents?"

"I think that sounds wonderful…" Se said slowly, yet genuinely excited.

They smiled to one another, before their lips found each others again, as their eyes fell shut….

Claire was riding free with the wind in her face and whipping those reddish brown locks all about while she was on her way home. She was remotely jealous of Ingrid, but it passed quickly… She wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was with Ingrid, that bothered her or if it was that Leon had found someone special and she felt a little left behind.

"Eh…. Redfield you're too wild for any man…"

She muttered to herself with a smirk before she was finally able to release it all together. Upon entering her home something seemed out of place like the lock having been shot off for starters. With gun in hand she glided into the room trying not to blink as she heard labored breathing coming from a back room. She cautiously followed it to find a man with his hand on his stomach seated at the window. He immediately lifted his head upon sensing her there and she immediately recognized Chris, her brother, who now had her at gun point. He slowly lowered the pistol once he realized who it was.

"Claire… You… you have to help me find… J… Jill."

With that he dropped the pistol and fell forward onto the floor and she found all the bite marks and large wound through his stomach.

"Chris!? Where?! Chris?! …CHRIS?!"

She dropped to her knees and checked for his pulse, which was surprisingly strong.

"Hang in there, Chris…" She stated firmly before calling 911.