A/N: This two-shot will contain sexual scenes. Both chapters. Pre and post RE Damnation timeline.
Disclaimer: Any reference from Resident Evil games found in this story belongs to Capcom
Thud!
Leon grunted as he leans on the door of his car. The only reason why he is convinced to join corporate parties is because of the consumable high end alcoholic drinks, not that he is picky, simply because it's free. Of course, being a well-known government agent has its pros and cons during an event. Saving the President's daughter surely puts him in an even bigger spotlight now compared to when he was just a rookie cop who survived the Raccoon city destruction. Not long after that, he crossed path with a political controversy again during the Hardvardville Airport incident. Fortunately it was solved before it went out of hand.
Unfortunately for him, these events earned him excess baggage e.i. women.
"Shit." He cursed as he accidentally drops the keys while trying to open the door. A low groan slips through his teeth as he attempts to open the door again.
Women. He doesn't seem to have luck on them. Ashley Graham may be the president's daughter but she is not subtle at all. She went as bold as asking him for a one night stand after they escaped the cult at Spain. She is not even hesitant or demure when she asked a follow up regarding her offer earlier tonight. On top of that, SRT agent Angela Miller trails behind him as well. As if his list of regrets isn't long enough, an underwater mouth to mouth resuscitation to a fellow agent during the job would result to an uncomfortable situation with a hopeful but irritating SRT agent. Guess he just needs to wait until she gets tried to sending him texts and emails.
Wine drunk by the end of the event, he managed to escape the party. Now his only concern is how to get to his apartment safely. After all, regardless if he is sober or not, he doesn't have to a good reputation when it comes to driving.
He sighs in relief as he settles on the driver's seat. Rubbing his palms on his face, a figure stopped him from closing the car door. "Need a ride, handsome?"
He puts his hands down but kept his eyes closed. The voice that hauntingly lingers in his ears, makes him toss and turn, occasionally keeps him up every night if he won't drown himself in alcohol. That voice belongs to her.
"I'm not on agent duty. I don't have time for you, Ada." He puts the keys in and starts the car without looking at the woman in red sleeveless collared blouse and black skirt.
"Surely you are not. Otherwise, you won't be this dashing in that coat and tie." She said as she observes him from head to toe. Still too pretty to resist and smell like roses. "Move over. I'm driving"
It sounded too good to be true. It's not the first time she offered to give him a ride or a helping hand. They have a habit of saving each other. That or they just have more luck in surviving when they are together. He sneered but moved over to the passenger's seat. The last thing he wants to get is a DUI record. Also, having Ada Wong as his designated driver was too tempting to reject.
As years pass by, he knew more than anyone that he shouldn't put his guard down. But despite Ada being spy/assassin, there is something about their infrequent meetings that simply doesn't make him see her as the enemy. Even if she pointed the gun at him multiple times, he is certain that she won't pull the trigger. Not after it was proven without a doubt that she saved his life on multiple occasions. He loosens his necktie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. He reclines his seat backwards and closes his eyes while she drives, assuming she already knows where he lives. Otherwise she won't confidently volunteer to drive.
She was supposed to be as far away as possible. They are not supposed to be seen together. She was well-aware of that since they saw each other at Spain. After almost 6 years, she was able to see him again, upfront and personal. It was easy for her to disappear out of the blue, it's her specialty. But convincing herself that she didn't grew attached to the rookie cop she met at Raccoon City was sadly not.
She is trained not to show any weakness and for her, empathy and affection are weakness. Once in a while, she'd steal a glance at the now government agent snoring at the passenger's seat. Leon Scott Kennedy has always been relentless and brave even if it was just his first day on the job when they met during the Raccoon City outbreak.
They reached their destination. She was pondering if she'll just leave him asleep in his car or drag him upstairs. After all, she always wanders off on her own and again, it wouldn't the first for him to be left alone by her. She practically used and betrayed him just to get what she needs to accomplish her mission and survive. But the mere sight of him is mesmerizing. She turns off the engine and tosses the keys on his lap before leaving his car.
He opens his eyes as he hears the door close. He didn't fall asleep no matter how long he closed his eyes. When it comes to Ada, he tends to always cover his eyes and his ears to not see or hear how she conspires with the enemy. Even if all evidence is pointed against her, he chose to hold on to anything that can give him a reasonable explanation why she did what she did. He puts his keys in his pocket while trying to lick and swallow the dryness off his mouth and lips.
He whipped his head to the side as his door opens. "Get out." She slightly brushes her hair to the side only for the harsh wind to shuffle the strands of her hair again. "I said get out. Get out before I change my mind."
He hops out of the car and clings his arm over her shoulder to gain some balance before closing the door. Arms crossed and eyes observant as ever, she guides him back into his apartment.
He doesn't really need her for balance. Even purposely shifting more of his weight to her to make her annoyed, if she wasn't already.
Ada on the other hand, is trying her best to avoid body contact as much as possible but failing miserably since Agent Kennedy is either pushing himself to her or pulling her closer to him. She was more than capable to shove him away, he doesn't need him to be a drunken state in order to put some distance between them. However, she'd be lying to herself if she says she is not aroused sharing body heat with this man. Yes, a grown man. Not the young and confused boy back at Raccoon City. Karma seems to bite her back quicker than she expected as they ride the elevator up to his apartment. Initially he was just resting his arm on her shoulder then before she realize, his grip became tight. She assumes he doesn't plan to let her catch the next elevator going down.
"I believe drivers don't need to escort their passengers directly into their room" She uttered just before the elevator door slides apart. He smirks, made her reassured he is still indeed drunk. He is humming a tune while pulling her towards the front door. Surely he is fucking drunk.
They entered his apartment and as soon as they reach his bedroom, the door slammed closed.
His hands cupped her face and his lips latched to hers. Her palms pressed to his chest out of reflex but instead of pushing him away, her body and mind were telling her to do the opposite. She allowed him to devour her lips and cage her against the door. Took her more than 7 years to get a taste of him again, she opened her mouth and relish in his scent and flavor once again. Her hands went up from his chest up to his nape, one grabbing a handful of his soft, blonde hair.
He slides off his coat and removes his tie before his palms slides up skirt, lifting her up as she willingly wraps her legs around his waist. He doesn't need an explanation about what is what and why is that from her. Never mind all his unanswered questions, he just want her now. All those pent up frustration needed to go somewhere. Right now he has an extremely clear idea where it will go as he walks over to his drawer, shoving all the stuff on it away before placing her on it. Ignoring what fell down the floor as he trails his tongue and mouth on her neck while removing her blouse.
A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels his kiss become more and more aggressive. She meant what she said about how doesn't like it when men play rough. But with Leon, she isn't actually sure what can be considered as too rough for her as she feels his lips down to her chest. She grips his shirt and pulls it open, forcefully tearing all the buttons away. She cursed at herself for gulping and roaming her hands on his torso while he sucks the skin on cleavage and take off her bra.
The key to success is a solid plan. She never expected him to take a bullet for her. She never planned on saving his life, much less planting a kiss on his lips back when they were a Raccoon City. But there is something about him that makes her break all the rules. She lets him pull off her skirt and panties and moaned while his tongue plays with her nipples.
She was a goner the moment she walked over to his car. It was supposed to be a little tease then a goodbye just to piss him off him. It was foolish of her to think that she would have the strength to resist him and no hope for her to back down now. She wanted him. She longed for him. Even Ada Wong can get tired of waiting. She also doesn't see the point of waiting to get what she knows is hers.
She hops off the drawer and pushes him down the chair. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down before intentionally sitting on his bulge. So it turns out she was right. Leon was a briefs kind of guy.
"Seriously?" He didn't even try to hide the hint of irritability in his tone.
She couldn't help but lightly giggle while looking at him before holding his jaw in her hand and giving him another round of fierce kisses.
He tries slip his hands between them and either pulls his dick out or pull his briefs down but she kept pressing her weight on him. "Fuck." He gives a hard slap on the left cheek of her butt which made her gasp and pull away.
"You're angry with me?" She playfully asked, as if his frown alone is not an obvious indication. She saves him from the agony while grabbing his length freeing it from the cloth. Now she is the one taking control as she strokes his cock and licks his neck. How she loved the melodic sound of his relived moans. How he squeezes her butt cheeks like his dear life depends on it. How the vibrations on his throat feels on her lips. How his dick began to harden in her hand.
But he is eager to get more. He held her waist and steadies her as much as a he can until he was able to insert his member inside her. She grabbed onto his shoulder for support and led the pace. He groaned as loud as he wanted to, kissed her as much as he wanted to, went deep into her as deep as she allowed him to.
His mind was getting cloudy by the minute and feeling like he mind pass out soon. Without pulling out from her or missing a beat, he moved her over on his bed and continued pouncing on her. But she just isn't the type of woman who likes follow along. She rolled over him and rode him faster, moaning more often as pleasure builds up.
Her hand vividly constricted around his neck made his vision even more blur. Every move she does made it more addicting for him. He clenched her waist tighter as he reaches his climax and not long after that she followed. Both collapsing on the bed.
Deafening silence enveloped them.
There is no need to wait for a cue or sign, she should get her ass off the bed and make her exit now. She overstayed her welcome. There were a few inches between him and her on the bed, he wasn't holding or grasping her at all. He is not talking but sure as hell not asleep either. They were both on their backs and catching their breath for what felt like hours already.
"What were you doing there?" He finally broke the silence with the questions he was probably dying to ask since he saw her earlier. She turned to her side, away from him.
"You know a normal person would sleep after having sex, especially if he wants to be sober the next morning." She could tell him she was trying to get a scoop or something but never admit that the highlight of her night was how delighted and entertained she is by his presence, even if it's just for a short time. She could never apologize for the times she cheated and lied to him. Thinking that saving him once in a while would be able to compensate for the deception she how many times she just wants to bask in his company but it just can't.
"Would you still be with me the next morning?" Between being wine drunk and having after sex euphoria, he wasn't able to keep his mouth shut. Instant regret flooded him. He already knows what her answer will be.
"Ask me something else. What's my favorite breakfast? What type of music I listen to? What's the most recent book I've read? Something you know I can answer for you, Leon."
He didn't say another word. How dare she barge in and disturb his night. He doesn't want to treat her like a past time. No. She is a higher caliber and far incomparable to other women. He just wants this game to be over but he doesn't even have an idea how to play it, what more to win? People can say he lost his mind. Yeah, he apparently did lose his mind for this woman. The more she ran, the more she chases her. It's like an unbreakable cycle. Always intend to finish the objective of the day and it is admittedly painful for him to be the last in her list of priorities.
She was waiting, unsure if for a question or any kind of reaction from him. When she felt his damped lips on her neck, she closed her eyes. The night is going to be longer than she assumed.
She didn't object when he went for another round behind her. It's actually in favor of her side since he won't get a glimpse of her expression whenever she whimpers in pleasure. When he finally exhausted all his energy and passed out, she went for her escape after stealing a last glance while he sleeps. Despite being unsure when they can see each other again, she left him.
A/N: I got to admit that it's challenging to write Leon and Ada fanfic maybe because we fans are also struggling to comprehend what they really feel for each other. I'll be updating in two weeks. If you read my previous stories, I usually update a story or publish another story after two weeks. Feel free to leave a review. A source of motivation is always appreciated.