She was so sweet, like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Like innocence, and compassion, and blind trust, all rolled up into one spirited little package he hadn't ever really taken his eyes off. It was intoxicating and, like an addict, he needed more; as if by devouring her, ravishing her, he could take some of that innocence and compassion into himself, to replace what had been so brutally ripped from his own life.
Her hands came up his back, winding into his hair and pulling his face even closer as she opened her mouth to let his tongue in. It was like a dream he sometimes had, in between the nightmares, when his male urges managed to dominate the monsters that lurked in his subconscious. Someone soft and warm, with no connection to all the parts of himself that he hated. A willing, supple body for him to pound away his frustrations on.
The logical part of his brain still functioning wanted him to pull away while he still could, before he made a big mistake and someone got hurt. The rest of him said that he deserved a break, that he'd put in plenty of hours and there was no reason he couldn't take advantage of this.
She shifted against him, pressing herself to his chest tightly and the last bastion of logic in his mind was swept away in a surge of heat and a grinding of hips.
Fuck parasites. Fuck Saddler. Fuck Umbrella. Fuck the Feds. Somebody please just fuck him.
He pulled them both up and quickly navigated them back to their rented room, the attic of an old house a few blocks away. As soon as she'd shut the door he had her pressed against it, pulling off her jacket and scarf with quick, sharp movements as she worked his over his shoulders. Their mouths fused again, but there was nothing sweet about it this time, just hot, wet, and urgent. Leon kissed her face, her neck, her mouth, running his fingers lightly up under her shirt, feeling the swell of her hips, the indentation of her waist. She clutched his shoulders as he lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips as he moved towards the bed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked as he lay her down on the plush comforter of the bed. She swallowed hard, but didn't speak, just nodded and arched against him, eyes half closed and lips swollen with lust. Leon reached for his bag and tore into his shaving kit, pulling out a few condoms and tossing them on the nightstand. Lise was on her knees now, looking up at him as he stood over her, pulling her t-shirt over her head, leaving parts of her hair sticking up. She blushed, of course she would blush, as he looked down at her, taking in her slight, pale form: round, creamy breasts pushed against the shiny black material of her bra, her small waist, and the generous, feminine curve of her hips.
He pulled his own t-shirt over his head and saw her expression change from sheer lust to one of concern. The moment, so frantic up to this point, seemed to stand still as her eyes devoured the tragedy of his body, her forehead furrowing.
He still sometimes managed to forget the network of scars that marred his chest - the bullet wound on his shoulder, the four parallel slashes Birkin's claws had left when he hadn't stepped back quickly enough, a still pink gash where he'd been hit with a hatchet on his last trip to Spain, and a myriad of other lines from his illustrious career: knife slashes, broken glass, shrapnel and more had all left their marks. Some would call them badges of honour, testaments to all he'd achieved and accomplished. To Leon they were just another unwanted reminder of all the pain he'd been through to get to a place he wasn't even sure he wanted to be anymore.
"Leon…" she ran a finger lightly over the trail of hair that disappeared into his jeans, then his abs, then tracing Birkin's handiwork as she worked her way up, "what the hell happened to you?" He grabbed her hand, pressing her fingers to his lips as he lay down, pulling her against him and running his hands over her skin, still cool from the ocean breeze.
"Don't think about it," he nuzzled the curve of her neck, sliding one of her bra straps over her shoulder and kissing her there, "it's all in the past, just think about now." Lise ran her hands over his back, his chest, enjoying the movement of hard muscle under skin as his own hands roamed over her curves, tickling her spine, then moving over to skim her breasts. He cupped them, enjoying the contrast of his tanned skin against her pale flesh, feeling her hard nipples against his palms. Her mouth found his and he swallowed a soft moan from her as he began to rub the silky fabric of her bra against the hard buds. Leon plucked her nipples through the material, twisting them harder and harder, then slid a hand inside, cupping her breast firmly. She arched herself against him, grasping the bars of the headboard above her head and grinding her pelvis into his, feeling the long hard length of him through their jeans.
Unzipping the fly of her jeans, Leon rolled her onto her stomach, straddling her legs. Her bra was unhooked and off in one swift movement and he allowed himself a brief moment of reminiscence to mentally kick himself for cutting off all of that silky hair of hers, imagining how it would have looked spilling over her back, or just covering her breasts. He kissed his way down her spine, taking his time and loving the way she twitched and trembled under his lips as he moved lower. Hooking his thumbs into her jeans and panties he pulled both down and off, leaving her naked in front of him. Lise arched her ass against him as he ran his hands over her thighs, up her back and down again. His body covered hers, his hands reaching under to caress her breasts, pulling the hard points of her nipples as his lips moved over her neck. They rocked together, the denim of his jeans pressing hard against her sensitive bare skin.
He reached down to unzip his own fly and she twisted under him, turning onto her back again. She looked up at him and grinned dangerously, tongue darting out to lick her lips as her eyes roamed up his body. With his jeans undone, slung low around his lean hips, the well defined muscles of his chest flexing and contracting with every breath, and the bedroom eyes peering out from beneath the long shock of hair, he was a fantasy come to life.
His large hands massaged her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, as he leaned forward to lick lightly over her nipples, blowing over the wet nubs to make them pucker. She burrowed her fingers in his hair, the silken strands looking more red than gold in the evening light that came in through the window, and held his head tightly against her. Leon worked a hand lower, over the creamy plane of her stomach, to the curls at the apex of her thighs. She bowed her back as he slid a finger into her, her hands gripped tight to the headboard once more. She was tight, very tight. Leon grinned into the side of her neck as he kissed her there – this was going to feel so good. He pulled his finger out, wiping the wetness on her nipple, then bending his head to lick it off.
"Leon," she moaned, breathless as he lowered his hand again to massage the wetness of her slit, "please."
"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice low and husky. He moved away, stripping off the rest of his clothing and rolling the condom down over himself as she turned over and positioned herself.
He pushed her knees wider with his own, teasing her with just the tip of his prick for a moment. Then he entered her with one fluid thrust, her hot walls gripping and pulsing around him even as she gasped with the force of his movement. Her hips ground back against his as they each fell into the rhythm, the bed creaking slightly under them. Leon gripped a handful of her hair, pulling her head back while his other hand worked underneath, between her legs, rubbing circles around the hard bud of her clit.
They were both panting, soft moans escaping her as he brought her closer to the edge. With the sun filtering in through the curtains and such a tight, wet glove grasping his cock, Leon thought it was probably the most beautiful moment he'd had in a long time. He fucked her roughly, slamming into her forcefully, but it only seemed to drive her higher, his hands gripping her hips now with enough force to leave marks.
"Oh Leon, fuck!" She gasped, her entire body tensing as she came, biting into one of the pillows to stifle the cries that threatened to force themselves out of her throat. The force of her orgasm was enough to bring him to his, thrusting hard into her as it spilled out of him. Pulling out gently, he gathered her against his chest as he lay down on the bed. For a moment they were both quiet, catching their breath.
He could feel her body shaking and he looked down, concerned that he'd hurt her with the brutality of their coupling, and was surprised to find her laughing, a hand clamped delicately over her mouth to stifle the outburst.
"What's so funny?" he asked removing the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the wastebasket in the corner of the room.
"I have been wanting to do that since I saw you sitting in that meeting room at the museum," her cheeks reddened into a blush but she was smiling, genuinely smiling, and Leon was taken aback. It was the first time he'd seen her truly happy since they'd met, and with that absolute grin, pink cheeks, and eyes dancing from their recent escapade, she was shockingly breathtaking. He couldn't remember the last time he had been able to fool around with someone like this, had heard someone laugh like that around him. He couldn't remember the last person who made him feel this at ease. He felt a grin tugging at the corners of his own mouth.
"Oh really? That's not very bookwormish of you Miss Bélanger," he purposely exaggerated the French accent on her last name, mocking the way she'd sounded on the voicemail message he had heard a thousand times while setting up his trip.
"I'm so sorry Officer Kennedy," she actually did a pretty spot on Irish accent, "I didn't realize there were rules about these kinds of things."
"Yes I'm afraid so, and the penalties for breaking them are really rather harsh,"
"Is that a fact?"
"Unfortunately," he shifted his body, trying to pin both of her wrists in his one hand but she caught on, pushing away from him.
"You'll have to catch me first, pig," she laughed, twisting the upper half of her body away, but he caught one of her legs, pulling her back. She struck out with the other leg, making such a convincing feint for his unprotected groin that he instinctively let go and she swung her body around, rolling out of the bed triumphantly.
Leon looked up at her from his position on the bed, the victorious grin, light dancing in her eyes and felt something tug in his chest. Her good mood, her optimism, her faith in his abilities, they were all contagious and had all been affecting him, bolstering him, since their first hour together. Lying in this bed, surrounded by her smell, he felt content, at ease, relaxed even, something he hadn't felt in months, years maybe. In his line of work it was better to be on edge, alert, totally independent, alone; and that's exactly what he would be after the few weeks they had together were over. He had never really realized how alone he was until she'd shown him what he had been missing all this time. What he had never wanted for himself when he'd started out with the R.P.D., but what he had condemned himself to when he'd made a deal with the Government.
"Better luck next time," she taunted, turning to find a clean change of underwear and he reached out for her, a sudden urge to have her near coming over him.
"Hey, come here," he grasped her hand, gently tugging her back onto the bed. She came willingly and curled into him easily, her head resting on his shoulder and her leg wrapping around him as he enveloped her in his arms.
"I bet you looked hot in your cop uniform,"
"Not really," he chuckled, "I was pretty scrawny," she snorted in disbelief, pinching his bicep in her fingers.
"Yea, I bet you were. A real toothpick I'm sure, the kind they always hire right out of Police Academy."
"Well it doesn't really matter; I wasn't a cop for very long anyway,"
"Is that why you have these?" she traced the claw marks on his chest, one finger in each jagged mark.
"Yea," he rolled them both onto their sides, running his hand up and down the length of her spine as he tucked her head under his chin.
"Will you ever tell me what happened?" she asked, wrapping her arm around him and bringing her head to his chest, listening to his steady heart beat. He was so strong, so confident and proficient that it was hard to imagine him any other way. He shook his head, kissing the top of her crown,
"No. It's just" he closed his eyes, searching for the words, "it's just better if you never know." She seemed content enough with that reply, for the moment at least. He stared at the waning light from the windows, allowing himself a few innocent minutes in the fantasy that as long as there were still moments like this, maybe everything would be alright in the end.