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"You know, Leon, you don't have to wine and dine me." Claire couldn't help but smile. She leaned against the wall beside Leon's front door as he fumbled with his keys to open it. He glanced at her and shot her a smirk that told her he was concerned for her wellbeing. The pity made her stomach twist into a knot.
"What, a man can't take his friend out for a lovely dinner? Whatever has this world come to?" Leon pushed open his front door and motioned for her to enter his apartment.
Claire hesitated, her dangerous blue eyes darting back and forth between Leon and the darkened apartment. "Maybe I should stay at a hotel. I don't want to be an inconvenience for you, Leon."
Leon walked up to her and cupped her cheeks in the palm of his hands. He gazed into her eyes and felt the warmth of her radiate off him. "Claire Redfield, you will never be an inconvenience to me. You weren't one back in Raccoon City as a college student wielding a gun for the first time, and you definitely aren't one to me now. Now get your little butt in there before I change my mind."
Claire rolled her eyes and playfully pushed Leon away from her. "You know, that wasn't the first time I handled a gun. You think I could have Chris as a big brother and live my life without knowing how to use one? Trust me, from the moment I was old enough, he made sure I was well versed in all forms of defense."
Leon chuckled as he walked into his apartment, following closely behind her. Of course Chris would train her to protect herself; it would go against everything he believed in if he didn't. There was no way Chris would ever let his little sister walk around without knowing how to survive in a world he couldn't always protect her from. It was a damn good thing he did too, otherwise the younger Redfield may have never returned from that night in Raccoon City. Not that Leon would've let that happen.
Leon closed the door, and slid the lock into place before flicking the lights on in his kitchen.
Claire turned on lamps that she passed and tossed her purse on the reclining chair next to the couch. An exhausted groan slipped through her lips as she took a seat on the couch, reaching out for the television remote. She kicked off her shoes and rested her feet on the glass coffee table while she channel surfed.
"Nothing's on." Claire complained.
Leon came out from the kitchen, stopping at the dinning room table to pick up a small box that had been sitting there for a few days. A smirk was on his face as he walked over to Claire, holding it up for her to see.
"No. No way in hell are you getting me to watch that, Leon. Are you kidding me?" Claire shook her head. She tossed the converted beside her and crossed her arms over her chest as if it would exaggerate her take on watching the movie.
Leon took a seat beside her, the movie box still in his hands as a confused look spread over his face. "What, you mean you don't want to watch it? It's supposed to be a really good scary movie; everyone's been talking about it since it came out. People were fainting in the theatres, Claire. Fainting. Doesn't that make you curious to see it?"
"No, in fact I think it does the exact opposite for me. Do you have any idea how long it took me to actually get a decent night sleep after the whole Umbrella debacle? To this day I still cannot bring myself to watch a scary movie. Everything seems to hit a little too close to home for my liking."
"Even ghosts?"
"Yes, even ghosts." Claire mocked.
Leon nodded in defeat and tossed the movie on the coffee table. Claire could see the disappointment on his face and let out another groan. Running a hand through her hair, Claire surrendered and threw her hands in the air.
"Alright, put it in. But I swear, if I have trouble sleeping tonight, I am kicking your ass, Kennedy."
Leon laughed as he picked up the movie box, walking over to his DVD player. "It'll be fine, Claire. Don't worry; I'll be here to protect you anyway."
Claire rolled her eyes as Leon took a seat beside her. "Great. I feel so much safer."
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The movie wasn't as bad as Claire had feared it would be. There was no gore, no unnecessary splatter of blood and human remains being butchered merely to gross out the audience. The movie decided to instead intensely disturb the audience by playing on a human's natural fear of the dark and the unknown that may lurk within it. Claire didn't know which one she would have preferred, the senseless gore or the reminder of things that go bump in the night.
No matter how much of a tomboy Claire came off as, there was still a very potent part in her that made her want to turn away from the television screen and scream like a scared little girl. Since childhood she had never been too fond of the dark. It was probably thanks to Chris and his disturbing love for horror movies. Either way, she had never been a fan of the unknown element that comes alongside darkness.
Claire pulled her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her knees as she watched the video the couple in the movie had recorded the night before while they slept.
Leon leaned closer to her, his eyes still peeled on the television. "What's wrong, Claire?"
"Nothing. I'm just cold." Yeah, it was a lie, but he didn't know that.
Leon chuckled and reached for the blanket on the recliner. Okay, judging by that laugh, maybe he did know that.
Leon lifted the blanket up and covered both him and Claire under it. She let her legs slide underneath her when she felt the warmth and comfort the quilted blanket had to offer. Rubbing her hand over it, she looked over at Leon with a wide grin on her face.
"Did mommy make this for you?"
"No, my grandma did. And don't hate on it, this blanket has saved me from turning into a popsicle more times than I can count."
Claire wanted to comment about Leon simply turning up the heat in his apartment on those particular nights, but she decided to keep her mouth shut instead. No amount of distractions was going to clear her mind from the scenes this movie had already lodged into her head.
Instead, Claire leaned into Leon, taking comfort in the feeling of another person beside her. She leaned her head on his chest, her arm resting over his lower stomach as she curled up against him.
A small smile appeared on his face as he rested his chin on her head, taking in the beautiful scent that was Claire Redfield. He let his arm rest on her shoulders, his fingers dangling against her skin.
Dear God. She could feel his abs through his shirt. She tried to ignore them but knew it was a fight she was quickly losing. The possessed girlfriend watching her boyfriend sleep for hours in the movie had no effect on Claire while her hand rested on his well built stomach. She tried to ignore the tingling she could feel between her legs, but it was too strong to ignore. Why ignore it rather than embrace it?
She felt Leon's fingers gently trail along the skin of her arm, sending shivers through her body with each stroke. His open palm rested on her shoulder while his fingers caressed her arm. It was as if he was doing it out of habit, it seemed to come so naturally to him.
When the woman on the screen began screaming uncontrollable, Claire jumped. She watched as the woman's boyfriend jumped out of their bed, taking off down the stairs, racing to his girlfriend's aid.
"Okay, I can't watch this. I know that bitch is going to come crawling into the room. I can just feel it." That was another thing that Chris had affectionately ruined for Claire. When they were younger, they had watched one of his favorite scary movies together before their bedtime. She'd spent what seemed like an eternity tossing and turning in her bed that night, trying to burn the images from her mind. She was finally beginning to drift to sleep when she heard her bedroom door creak open. Hesitantly, she looked across the room and saw Chris crawling towards her the same way one of the villains in the movie did. She screamed so loud that night she swore she could have woken the dead.
To this day, it still scared her like nothing else. Turning away from the television screen, she rested her chin on Leon's shoulder. She buried her head in the nape of his neck and waited to hear him reassuring her that there was no crawling whatsoever going on on his screen.
Instead of using his voice to comfort her, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. Her eyes shot open at the feeling his body gave her. Her heart fluttered, her body temperature rose, and tingles swam through her entire body. Claire was in no way used to these feelings, but she welcomed them to overtake her. She tilted her head back and found his eyes, surprised to see that he was already looking down at her.
Her hand rose from his stomach hesitantly and rested against his cheek. The scruff from his unshaven beard pricked her palm as he leaned his head towards hers. Claire licked her suddenly dry lips and met his halfway, parting at the request of his tongue.
His fingers tightened around the fabric of her shirt when she kissed him back. His mind was racing with thoughts that he wasn't used to possessing. Leon had never been the type of man who wanted the intimacy that came with sex. Well, he used to be, but the man that he became had developed many problems when it came to savoring the moment. He always thought of sex as a quick way to release stress and to help him relax. The girls he went to bed with never stayed in his mind longer than they needed to, and once they were gone, they were gone.
But with Claire in his arms, her tongue in his mouth, he felt a wave of newfound feelings that seemed all too interesting. He wanted her to stay by his side until forces beyond his control parted them. He wanted to take her to his bed and not let her leave until they were both mutually satisfied. And by God, if she permitted him, he would have her begging for the mercy of an orgasm before he was done with her.
She needed this more than anything. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she was free. She had no one to answer to, no one to explain to, and she wanted to take full advantage of it. And her first mountain to conquer was sitting right next to her and went by the name of Leon Kennedy.
Their lips finally parted, leaving both parties gasping for a well deserved breath. A smile spread on Leon's lips as he leaned his forehead against hers. His hands rubbed the small of Claire's back, sliding underneath her shirt and drawing a gasp from her thin lips.
"I think we should move this into your bedroom." Claire suggested. Her voice was low and seductive as she spoke. There was no need for her to hide the desire she so desperately wanted him to satisfy.
Her words and her tone made his cock twitch. God, he had been waiting to hear those words come from those beautiful pink lips for so long. His thumb traced her lip, his narrow eyes stuck on the lips that drove him past his sanity.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Claire?"
She nodded to reassure him. A shudder ran through her body as his fingers trailed from her lips to her long neck, inching over her warm skin. "I've wanted to do this since Raccoon City, Leon. I'm more than sure that I want to."
"But now? Aren't you upset about what happened with what's his face?"
He wanted to sleep with her more than anything else in the world right now. But he couldn't do it knowing she would regret it the next day. He was unsure if she was planning on sleeping with him to spite Lloyd one last time or because she genuinely wanted it. No man in his right mind would turn down sex, even if it was to stick it to another man one last time. But Leon was different from most men, and Claire actually meant something to him.
"He doesn't matter to me Leon, and I'm beginning to think that he hasn't for a long time. You do. Right here, and right now. Don't think about the past or the future, think about right now." Her features were strong and determined as she stared deeply into his eyes.
He didn't say anything as his smile widened. He could definitely live with that. He reached his hand forward and brushed loose strands of her fiery red hair away from those beautiful sapphire eyes. He looked into them and lost himself within her. He wanted to find himself lost within her in a whole other way. The bulge in his pants made that abundantly clear to both of them.
Claire leaned in to kiss him again but he pulled back. With wide, confused eyes, she looked up at him and saw the uneasiness on his features. It was a look she was far from used to seeing on him.
"What's wrong?" Did she even want to hear the answer to that?
"Claire, you do realize that I will eventually have to leave to go back to work, right? I will try my best to come back and see you as soon as possible, but I cannot guarantee that I will be able to."
"I know that."
"Will you be okay if we do this and I leave for God knows how long?"
Claire playfully poked his side, a wide grin on her face. "Leon, are you kidding me? Just because we have sex it does not mean that I'm going to be a sick puppy while you're gone, moping around my place while I wait loyally for you to return." She reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair, gazing up into his eyes. "Sex doesn't always have to mean something, Leon. But I've got to be honest with you, you're kind of ruining the 'whole heat of the moment' thing we had going on."
Leon chuckled and reached back, rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment. Yeah, he definitely had a way of ruining moments.
Claire smiled reassuringly and took a hold of his hand. Her eyes flashed to the television screen as she stood up and noticed the credits were already rolling. What a shame, now they won't know how the movie ended. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and led Leon towards his bedroom.
The lights in his bedroom were off as they entered. Neither of them bothered to flick any of the lights on as they made their way over to his bed. Claire pushed Leon down to sit on the edge of his bed as she stood over him.
She stood there for a few seconds, her hands resting on his chest as she watched him carefully. The image of sleeping with Leon had been a prominent one she had back in Raccoon City. But once they left, their friendship had become so strong that she never imagined they would sleep together. That kind of thing usually ruins a friendship, especially if it doesn't work out after. But at this point, she didn't care. She needed him and the comfort she knew he could offer her. Just one night in his bed, and if they never laid eyes on each other again, that would be okay.
Leon placed Claire's hand in his and picked it up, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles gently, his eyes looking up at her as he pulled her into him. Straddling his waist, she leaned down and let his lips take hers once again.
One of his big, strong hands crept up the back of her shirt, supporting her as she leaned into him. His other hand trailed up the front, his fingers gently scraping over her flat stomach. He stopped at her breasts and growled into her mouth when he felt the disappointing barrier of a bra.
Their lips parted as Leon lifted up Claire's t-shirt. He tossed it into the darkness of his bedroom and reached around to unhook her bra. He stared into her eyes as the fabric of her bra fell on the floor. He didn't say anything as Claire stood up, standing half naked before him.
Their eyes had adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him, but if it weren't for the moonlight that crept through his window, he probably wouldn't have been able to see much. The moonlight illustrated her body perfectly, exaggerating every curve Claire's lean body had to offer his hungry eyes.
Claire reached forward and grabbed the bottom of Leon's shirt. She slowly lifted it over his head, her eyes dragging over every muscle he had buried underneath it. She felt desire warm her body as his t-shirt slipped out of her hands and got lost in the darkness.
Leon's eyes followed Claire's hands as they untied her hair, her fiery red strands falling past her shoulders. Running her hands through it, her fingers trailed down her neck, gently caressing her breasts as they slid down her stomach. Reaching for the zipper of her pants, Claire slowly unzipped it. Bending over, Leon groaned at Claire's cleavage as she left her pants in a puddle by her feet.
A smirk grew on Leon's face as he licked his lips at the sight of Claire standing before him with only a tiny, thin piece of fabric covering her. She stepped forward and straddled Leon again, pushing him back against the bed. Her lips found his as he let her take control of the situation at hand. Intertwining his fingers with hers, Claire placed his hands over his head, reveling in the feel of being in control over the government agent.
She nibbled his bottom lip as she leaned back. She looking hungrily into his eyes and laughed, tightening her hold on Leon's fingers. "How does it feel to be overpowered by a girl, Kennedy?"
Leon growled as he flipped their positions almost effortlessly. Claire let out a startled gasp at the sudden movement when she found herself pinned underneath him. He looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. How does it feel to know Chris's survival guide failed you in the bed of Leon Kennedy?"
Claire tried to suppress the laughter the bubbled in her throat, but she failed against it. "Nice, Leon. Real nice."
Letting go of the hold he had on Claire, he stood at the foot of his bed and watched her as he unbuckled his belt. Claire leaned up on her elbows as his pants dropped onto the floor. She licked her lips as Leon approached her, the bulge in his deep blue boxers all the more apparent without the restriction of his jeans.
Leon leaned on one elbow as his lips found Claire's again; his hand falling under Claire's to hold her gently. His free hand trailed down her neck, gently rubbed her nipple and trailed down her stomach to reach the thin strap of her underwear. He spread her legs apart with his hand and found the one spot that ached desperately for his touch.
He smiled against her lips when he felt how wet she had become for him. "My, my, someone is awfully excited."
Claire raised an eyebrow and reached out to grab his cock firmly in her hand. "That's funny; I don't think you should be one to talk."
"Touché."
Leon slid Claire's underwear down her smooth legs, letting her kick them off when they were low enough. Pushing himself onto his knees, Leon watched Claire carefully as he pulled his boxers down, tossing them off the edge of the bed.
He got on top of Claire, his hands holding him above her beside her head. He felt her slender, smooth legs brush against his skin as she adjusted and opened herself for him. Her hands gripped his wrists on either side of her head as his cock rubbed against the moisture of her entrance.
She shuddered underneath him, a fire growing in her stomach, anxious to feel him inside of her. She had to feel him inside of her or she felt as though she was going to explode. She didn't know why she wanted to feel him as bad as she did, but while she was enjoying the feeling, she decided not to dwell too much into it.
You've been with the same guy for how many years? Of course you're going to be all jittery and excited for the first time with someone else.
Claire told herself to listen to the voice inside her head. But she couldn't. That didn't seem like the reason to her feeling this way. But she shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind when she felt Leon slide inside of her.
Her fingers dug into his skin when as a low moan slipped through her lips. He rocked himself back and forth, driving himself as deep into her as she would take him.
The feel of her warmth tightly encircling around him made his body shake. Lord knows he had pictured her lying like this, open for him, in his bed, and he had pictured taking her too many times to count. But he never could have imagined her to feel the way she did.
He gritted his teeth when he felt her hips grind against his. Their breathing quickened as her fingers dug deeper and deeper into his wrists. The feeling of pain only pushed him to go harder and deeper with every additional thrust into Claire.
Leon leaned down and took one of Claire's breasts into his anxious mouth. She mouth loudly, throwing her head back, as she continued to rock her hips against him, burying her fingers in his hair. He let his tongue stroke her hardened nipple between sucks, working harder on her breasts with each thrust that brought him closer to his climax.
Claire felt her control slowly slipped away from her as Leon continued to thrust himself inside of her, his tongue working on her nipple in his mouth. Clutching onto him, Claire wrapped her legs around his waist and brought him deeper into her. Arching her back underneath her, she felt her orgasm take hold of her body in a way so violent she had forgotten the impact it could have on her.
She tightened around Leon, squeezing his cock inside of her as she came on him. He bit his bottom lip and tried to hold on longer, to continue pleasing her after her orgasm. But hearing her panting underneath him, her chest heaving up and down, and her hips still rocking against his, it was a fight he was more than happy to back down from.
He groaned, burying his head in the nape of her neck as he exploded inside of her. He forced himself to continue thrusting himself as he finally felt his body relax.
Claire shivered at the feel of him throbbing inside of her as her fingers trailed down his bare back. He kept his head in the nap of her neck, taking in the wonderful scent that he had grown so familiar with. Funny how he could be away for years at a time and yet he never forgot how she smelled.
"Holy shit." Leon finally said, gasping for air.
Claire swatted away a thin layer of sweat she had on her forehead and smiled, pushing her bangs back away from her eyes. He stayed inside her, unable to move, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. For now, in this moment, all they had to do was savor being in each other's arms. It was a feeling that both of them knew couldn't last forever, but while it presented itself to them, there was nothing else to do but enjoy it.
"So, do you pull out the scary movies to get action from all the girls you bring back here?"
Leon chuckled against Claire's warm skin. "You got me Claire, you got me."
