Warnings: no beta, OOCness, English is not my first language, inconsistent tenses, i am very bad at prepositions, some alcohol-drinking, some nudity, implied sexual content
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: i was supposed to be editing my other aeon fic but i worked on this instead
To the outside world, it appeared as if Leon was lost in his thoughts, but his attention was actually on the conversation going on near him.
He was in the hotel bar, sitting in a booth about a metre away from the counter—about a metre away from two individuals whose conversation he was eavesdropping on. Leon swirled his glass, the whisky inside creating small waves. As for the individuals near him, the man drank red wine, and his female companion had an untouched glass of cocktail.
"We've been talking for an hour now, and I still don't know your name," the man said. His elbow was propped up on the counter so that his body faced her. "And I'll be here for two days, so if we're gonna be spending that much time together, I might as well know your name. I'm sure it's as lovely as you are."
His companion laughed; it was a light, musical laugh, like the tittering of birds on a Sunday morning.
Leon wouldn't expect any less from that woman.
What a superb actress.
The man was what one would expect from a confident person who knew what he wanted—and got it. He spoke his mind without being brash, and his confidence oozed enough charisma to make women fall at his feet.
Well, not this woman. Leon knew exactly what this woman wanted, and it was not that man.
"Mr Thorne, was it?" that woman said. Tonight, she was affecting a British accent. "I'm Mae. Mae Leonhart."
Leon scoffed at her fake name.
From the corner of his eyes, Leon saw a group of women eyeing him. They were elbowing one specific lady, perhaps egging her on, while they tried and failed to discreetly gawk at Leon.
Leon tried to make himself look unapproachable; he didn't have the time or the mood to flirt with anyone. Thankfully, the ladies seemed to get the hint and they left him alone.
Near him, Thorne was brave enough to play with the woman's long, black hair. "Well, Mae," he said, leaning closer towards her, "how about we get out of here and begin our night?"
The woman—"Mae"—laughed demurely. She tucked her hair behind her ear and gave him a shy smile.
"You're quite the shy one, aren't you?" he said. "I find shy ladies endearing."
Shy? That woman? Oh, if only Thorne knew.
Leon smirked, then drank his whisky. Oh boy. This Thorne fellow didn't know what he was signing up for.
"You're exactly my type." He leaned forward. "Long, black hair, dark eyes, eyeglasses…"
"Well…" Mae said, "it's just…I don't really do this."
The man chuckled. "What, one-night stands? Don't worry, we'll have two nights."
Mae giggled. Thorne once again played with her hair, and Mae fluttered her eyelashes. It looked like Thorne was about to swoop in for a kiss, but Mae stopped him with a lingering hand on his chest.
"Not here," she said quietly—coquettishly—and Leon had to strain his ears to hear it.
The man bit his lip and eagerly stood up, holding his hand out to her. "Let's get out of here."
Mae stood up took the proffered hand. "Lead the way, Mr Thorne."
Thorne pulled Mae towards him. "Call me Tristan," he said before taking her away.
Not even five steps later, Thorne's phone rang. He gave Mae an apologetic smile and answered his phone. In a span of a few seconds, his face morphed from confusion, to shock, to fear, and then to indignation.
"I'm sorry, Mae," he said, shoving his phone inside his pocket, "but I have something urgent to attend to. I'll contact you later, yeah?"
He sprinted towards the exit, leaving Mae staring at his retreating figure.
Mae's face fell and her shoulders sagged, completely playing the role of a jilted lover. She began to leave the bar lounge, but not without beckoning Leon with a furtive nod.
Leon downed the rest of his whisky and followed her.
When Leon entered the hotel room, he saw the bathroom door open and heard the water running, presumably filling the bathtub. He saw her standing in front of the sink removing her wig; her eyeglasses and prosthetic mask already lay on the counter.
All parts of a spy's disguise.
"You got what you needed, Mae?" Leon asked, walking towards her.
She turned to him. Leon cupped her face, and brown eyes met blue.
"Have I ever failed a mission?" she said, fake British accent replaced with her real American accent.
"Fair point."
Leon took a damp cloth from the counter and gently wiped her face with it. He brushed the short strands of her hair away from her face, and took comfort from the fact that the Thorne bloke from earlier didn't touch this woman's real hair.
"He's new," she said. "I stole the flash drive from him way too easily, and when he answered his phone, his emotions showed. Other professionals would have just pretended to be having a pleasant conversation."
"Other professionals like you?" He put the cloth away and brushed her cheek with his thumb.
She caught his thumb in her cherry-stained lips and sucked on it, then released it with a loud pop. She smirked, saying, "Other professionals like me."
Mae Leonhart was dressed in a red coat and black dress. Leon removed Mae's clothes one by one and revealed Ada Wong underneath.
He steered her towards the bathtub and turned the faucet off. She got into the bubble-filled tub, and he removed his clothes before following suit. He leaned against the rim of the bathtub and Ada snuggled into him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, revelling in his proximity to her.
After a while, he heard her say, "Are you falling asleep?"
He ran a hand across her arm. "I was just resting my eyes."
When he cracked his eyes open, Ada was giving him an unimpressed glare.
He chuckled and gathered her closer to him, then closed his eyes once more.
She kissed his jaw. "You'll certainly run into him later."
"Who?" He angled his head, baring his neck at her. "Thorne?"
She sucked on the juncture where his neck and shoulder met. "Yes. If he doesn't prove to be incompetent." She straddled him and his hands automatically gripped her waist. "Don't worry. For someone such as yourself, Thorne would be easy to get out of the way." She nibbled on his earlobe and licked the shell of his ear, making his breaths grow heavy.
"Can we please not talk about him right now?" he whined.
He opened his eyes. He reached up to her face and felt real skin, not the latex of a prosthetic mask. He wove her fingers through her short hair, supported the back of her head with a hand, and then gently pulled her towards him.
Ada had a lot of names and appearances. She had hundreds of personalities and fabricated histories, and had a multitude of fake personality quirks, but this woman above her, this was his Ada, and only he was allowed to see this side of her.
Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"You. I want you."
When they kissed, her mouth tasted like cherries, and he got completely intoxicated.
Leon was all too happy to give the entirety of himself to Ada.
A/N: this was actually an unfinished and unpublished draft that i wrote for yullen back in 2018. after capcom has betrayed wongers, ada stans on twitter have theorised about how shen may might be ada in disguise (let's hope we're not clowning ourselves hahaha ), and i was suddenly reminded of this WIP that i have rotting in my laptop. i was never gonna finish it anyway, so i might as well rework this to be aeon. (sorry, yullen. i still love you loads.)