A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update. I've just been really busy with the school year coming to an end in only a couple weeks. Prom is tomorrow night so that should be interesting. Anyway. Just to let you know, this is a lemon – my first lemon ever written – so sorry if it sucks. Anyway, enjoy and review :)

Finding Steve : Chapter 11

After a week of living with Leon, Claire was finally getting used to waking up to the smell of burnt eggs, even though she had tried to teach him how to cook without burning anything, but he either couldn't do it, or he chose not to. Surprisingly enough, Steve was at the table when Claire walked out into the main room instead of still curled up on the fold out couch. But she wasn't surprised to find his face glued to the table top with his eyes closed.

"It's too early!" Steve groaned, his red hair falling into his face. It wasn't any earlier than she had normally gotten up.

"Oh suck it up. I wanted to get some food in you kids before I left."

"Leave?" Claire asked climbing into her chair. "Where are you going?"

"Work. I got called for an assignment early this morning." Leon placed two cups of orange juice on the table.

"Too early," Steve groaned again. "He got a phone call at fucking six AM."

"But it's eight now. Why didn't you just go back to sleep?" Claire asked. She noticed Leon grin out of the corner of her eye.

"Because Agent Pretty Boy wouldn't let me," Steve finally lifted his head up from the table only to prop his elbow up and leave on his arm. "He dragged me with him on his morning run." Claire couldn't help but giggle. The thought of Leon pushing Steve along in running attire was too much. She stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth, muffling her giggles.

"Any wasn't that a fantastic way to start the day?" Leon sipped his coffee.

"Fuck you."

"Have you heard anything from Chris lately?" Claire asked changing the subject. "I haven't talked to him since the airport."

Leon paused. "I haven't heard from him either. You can always send him an e-mail. My laptop is in my room," He glanced at his watch. "I should be going."

"When will you be home?" Leon hadn't worked once since the two had been staying with him. Chris was right about him needing the company. Leon had taken them all around DC to pass the time, visiting everything from the Capital Building to a museum all about Umbrella to the best pizza place in town. It would be weird not having him around.

"I won't be gone to long. I might end up staying in a hotel, but I'll be back sometime tomorrow at the latest," he pulled his leather jacket over his tight black t-shirt. His handgun was strapped firmly to his waist. It was the only gun he was carrying so he couldn't be gone too long. "There some cash in the box above the fridge – don't spend it all – and maybe you can spend the day giving this place a good clean. God know it needs it. Call me if anything happens and --"

"Alright, Mother," Steve rolled eyes. "Just go already."

"And no monkey business," Leon grinned as he closed the door behind him.

The apartment was now completely quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the fading sound of Leon's heavy footsteps down the stairwell. Claire and Steve sat silently in the kitchen. Steve's cheek slipped off his hand and his face fell to the table again.

"I didn't think he would ever leave," he mumbled into the wood. "As cool of a person as he is, I didn't have to see every nook and cranny of DC. He was just like my dad when I came here as a kid, and that's not a good thing."

"You know he means well," Claire brought her dishes over the sink. She stared out the window as the morning sun soaked her skin. As she pushed back the curtains even further, a thick cloud of dust filled the air.

"This place really is a mess," Steve said as Claire coughed loudly.

"What made you come to that conclusion?" Claire snapped between coughs.

"I dunno. He's a single guy so I kinda figured it would be a dump."

Claire couldn't believe he was serious. "Well, we've got nothing better to do so we'll start in the kitchen and work out way into the bathroom."

"Ah man! Claire, are you serious? We're going to clean his place?" He picked up a pair of pants thrown in the corner of the room. "It's all gross and… stuff."

"It's the least we can do. He's letting us stay with him after all."

Steve grumbled something similar to "Yeah, I guess you're right" as he stomped into the bedroom in search of the laundry basket. But as much as Steve minded the cleaning, he minded not being able to spend his time alone with Claire has he wanted to even more. For an entire week he hadn't even gotten to kiss her, let alone get within ten feet of her without Leon jumping in asking where they wanted to go next.

She was already busy at work cleaning the stove when he got back. He gathered up all the clothes lying around the room and threw them into the basket. He couldn't help but watch Claire while she leaned over and cleaned the inside of the oven. She was still in her pajamas. She had bought herself a pair of tight fitting shorts instead of wearing Leon's oversized basketball ones and he wondered if she was purposely sticking her ass out just for him. He resisted the urge to walk over and wrap his arms around her by reminding himself that they still had the whole day together, and hoped that they would get done cleaning sooner than later.

They finally finished around one after scrubbing through four layers of dust, piling up dirty laundry, and throwing fresh sheets on the bed. They both flopped down on the couch to look at their work. Claire could actually see out the kitchen window and the blue curtains no longer had a grayish tent to them. Dust no longer hid all Leon's knick-knacks and pictures he had collected over the years, and the bedroom no longer smelled like a teenage boy's room. The entire place had new flesh look to it, even if Claire knew it wouldn't last very long.

"This is why I don't like cleaning," Steve said clapping his hands together and watching a cloud of dust form around his head like a mushroom cloud. "I get dirty in the process."

"We're not done yet," Claire said shaking the dust out of her hair. "We've still got to the bathroom."

Steve groaned in disgust yet again as Claire grabbed his hand and dragged him into the green tiled bathroom. Claire cracked open the small window above the sink letting the afternoon light in.

"I'll start on the tub if you get the sink," She tossed him a sponge. Like when she was cleaning the oven, her ass stuck straight out. Steve began to vigorously scrub sink, trying his best to ignore Claire's ass, and the tightness in his groin. But unlike in the kitchen, she was across the room then; this time, they were cramped in a small room together. His patience was running out.

As Claire turned on the water to wash the suds down the drain, Steve felt himself snap. Somehow his hands end up on her waist.

"Steve…" he heard her call his name somewhere in the distance as she leaned back into his chest. He felt her back arch as he softly sucked on her neck and ran his hands across her stomach and grazed over her breasts. He smiled when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. He stopped her as she tried to turn around and kiss his face, but he wouldn't let her. Not yet. He was going to have his fun with her like she had her fun with him.

He slowly slipped his hand up her shirt, dragging his fingertips along her curves and around her breasts. He felt her shuddered and her grip on the back of head tightened, pulling at his red hair. His palm ever so slightly dragged across one breast, and then the other. He heard her breathing quicken in his ear making himself grow even tighter. He finally cupped on breast in his hand and began to pull gently at it, wondering how it would feel and taste in his mouth. He grasped the other in his other hand and began to massage it in the same way. He felt her body rocking against his. Still nibbling at her neck, one hand began to descend down her torso and stopped right before the navel.

"Did you have any of this in mind or did you plan to clean all day?" Steve asked dragging his lips along her ear.

"I didn't think you would be this difficult about it," She breathed as his hand began to move lower and lower.

"For someone who can kick zombie ass, you're very vulnerable when you're touched in the right place," His hand hovered right above her waistline, and with that she arched her back just enough for his hand to slip down into her folds. She moaned as he ran his fingers between them before slipping inside of her.

"I couldn't help but wonder, did you buy those shorts just for me?" he ran his tongue alone her jaw.

"I figured they would let you mind wander," her hand moved towards his groin. "And I think they did just the trick." He felt her begin to thrust herself at his hand while he played with her breast and her sex. She reached for his shaft but he pulled his hand away before she got too excited. Yet before he found another way to tease her, she was already flipped around, running her hands along his chest while she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Steve pulled her against him and pressed his shaft against her sex as his blood began to pulse. She stepped backwards and pulled him underneath the water falling from the shower head.

He tore the wet t-shirt from her body and began to pull at her shorts. Her damp hair stuck to her chest. She was even more beautiful without her clothes, so beautiful he could barely take it. He ran his hands across her wet body digging his nails gently into her back, taking her scent in and pulling her even closer to him. He dragged his lips down with him as he moved from her neck down to her breast. His tongue swirled around her tit while he pushed her shorts and underwear past her knees and pulled them off her ankles.

She was already pulling at his shirt before he could stand up straight. His red hair looked brown in the dim light. Like Steve did, Claire dragged her lips down with her as she pulled Steve's boxers to his ankles, but stopped at his groin. She grasped it with her hand at first, moving it slowly up and down before lowering her mouth to it. She circled her tongue around the tip before slipping his whole shaft into her mouth. She heard him groan with pleasure and she squeezed the base of it with her hand. She made her way back up to his face the same way she made her way down, only to be greeted by Steve slamming her against the shower wall while he kissed her feverously. Her hand massaged him until he couldn't handle it anymore. They both knew they wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Steve felt Claire began to pull his shaft towards her and placed the tip on her sex. With one simple thrust, he was inside of her. He felt her tighten around him with every thrust causing his thrusts to quicken. He heard himself whisper her name. She felt his whole body shuttered as he climaxed. As soon as he pulled himself out of her, he slipped his fingers inside of her one last time before she joined him in ecstasy. They stood in the shower, breathing heavily with their arms still wrapped one another.

By the end of the day, Leon's bedroom smelt like a teenage boy's all over again. The moonlight poked through the curtains while Steve stared at the ceiling fan as she stroked Claire's bare back. She was fast asleep with her head on his chest, but he was far from it. He was happy. Since the day he had met Claire, his past began to wither away and mean nothing to him. They were in love

and their future together all that mattered to him. But if he was this happy, then why did he feel like something deep inside him was so wrong?

It was midday by the time Leon found the place he was meeting his guest. He pushed open the door and entered the dark, murky restaurant. What made her pick this place of all places? He wondered searching the booths. Unpleasant eyes followed him as he made his way around the building. He figured she wasn't there yet so he took a seat at the bar. But before he ordered his drink, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Are you Mr. Scott?" asked a raspy voice. Leon nodded. "Follow me, then." Leon felt his hand automatically rest on his gun while the older gentleman escorted him to the back of the restaurant. The man gestured towards a private dining room. Leon smiled to himself, She never would accept anything but the best.

Leon stepped inside and the man closed the door behind him.

"Long time so see, handsome."

A/N: So that was the first lemon I've ever written, so sorry if it was horrible. I guess my rating is now M instead of T (crap). So yeah. I might make some changes and add more emotion to it instead of it just being a porno but idk when I'll get around to that. Anyway. Thanks for reading. If you're wondering, idk when this story is going to end. Hopefully no more than 20 chapters. I think I've dragged it out long enough XD RREEVIIEWWW :)