Unrequited: The Story of her Life

A short story starring

Claire Redfield

and

Leon Kennedy

Chapter 4: You Are What You Eat

The water dripped down his face as he simply blinked at her in shock.

"Seriously, Claire. What the hell man?"

He sputtered. He gasped. Claire rose, an angry leviathan.

"You know what, Kennedy? You can keep your tongue in your mouth next time, ok? I'm not your pity fuck. I've got two hands and plenty of imagination. Don't do me any favors, got it?"

She shoved him aside and stomped toward the bedroom of the cabin. "And you can have the wet couch to sleep on, jackass."

Surprised, he cajoled, "Whoa whoa whoa. Hey...that's not-"

"Save it. Next time you want something to eat, help yourself to a real sandwich. This kitchen is closed."

She slammed the door. It felt good to do it. She slammed it and huffed, feeling the anger in her toes. Beyond the door, he soothed, "Claire...come on. It wasn't like that. Seriously? You think I go down on girls out of pity?"

"I think you go down on everyone!" She shouted back through the door, "And I'm the only one who you do it for out of pity! What's next?! You gonna fuck me and get me pregnant like a brood mare? My brother would like that! He's always wanted to be an uncle. He'd probably pay you to do it!" She paused as a horrible thought crossed her mind, "Did he pay you to fuck me!?"

"This is the dumbest conversation I've ever had." He sounded amused, "That's just retarded, Claire. Why would your brother pay me to impregnate you? You're being stupid, sweetheart. Come out here."

"You're stupid! And don't you sweetheart me, you...you...turd!" She shouted back and liked the sense it made...even as it made no sense, "You're stupid and blind and...BAD AT EATING PUSSY! Leave me alone! I don't need your damn pity fuck!"

Annoyed, he slapped the door and called back, "Hey! Number one - I don't ever eat girls out in pity, that's insulting as all hell. And two -I didn't fuck you, Claire. I went down on you. I liked it. You liked it. We're friends. It was good. Why are you being so weird about this!?"

She knew why. Because she was nuts about him. He didn't know that. He didn't know any of it. He was stupid and handsome and brave and great at eating pussy...and just wanted to be friends. Friends who went down on each other.

It was a fantastic arrangement.

Why was she so mad?

Because she was a girl. She wanted romance. She hated that she wanted it...but there it was. She wanted him to WANT her in all capital letters. She wanted fireworks and passion and heat.

And no pity.

But would she settle for the pity?

Or maybe she could take friends with benefits and finally open his eyes to what was really here. Maybe that's how you found your way to Leon Kennedy's heart...through his dick.

She hesitated, considered, and opened the door. Leon arched his brows, studying her. "Forgive me. Ok? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to h-"

Claire shook her head. She gripped his shirt and dragged him in. "We're trapped in this cabin. There's no WIFI. There's nothing to do...but each other. How good of friends are we, Kennedy?"

His eyes twinkled. "Best, I think. Best friends."

"Yeah?" Her hand slid down and found him hard and ready behind his pants. She felt her skin flush as she mused, "I lied before."

"Oh, yeah?" Their mouths brushed. Her hand stroked him through his jeans.

"Yeah. You're really good at eating pussy."

Their mouths nipped. He pressed her into the wall. Her fingers found his zipper.

"I know." Arrogant little jerk...but he deserved it. He did.

Claire laughed, softly, "The thing is...I'm better."

Leon's head tilted. The clock ticked in the cabin. The red gold light of dawn spilled over his face and turned his gray eyes pink.

"At eating pussy?"

Claire dropped the zipper of his pants and reached inside to find him waiting for her. No underwear. He was the guy who didn't wear underwear.

Her thighs trembled.

And she vowed, "...with my mouth."

She dropped to her knees to show him.

There were benefits to being young. Two nubile bodies could do things that older ones simply couldn't. It was Claire on top and Claire on bottom and Claire on her side. They flipped upside down at one point and Claire tried to figure out how she could have sex curled on her back with her legs in her own face and her feet smacking the headboard somehow.

They did it against the wall, in the hall, on the table, and over the couch.

They spent a good portion of the day in some kind of sex acrobatics that she was pretty sure she was going to be sore for a week.

He ate yogurt off her belly and she showed him how she could put her legs behind her head. The kama sutra wasn't nearly as inventive. He might have been a genius, but the truth was that he was probably a god. How he managed to roll her up like a pretzel and still fuck her while he sat on her like a chair or something...she'd never know.

As they lay in the aftermath, Claire face down on the floor by the door and Leon collapse on his side against the dresser, Claire tried to remember why she was so upset previously. They were both panting as she wondered, "Can you feel your toes? I can't feel my toes."

Speculatively, he responded, "Nope. Or my dick. I think you broke it off. What was that twist and shout thing you just did?"

"It was something I saw on Animal Planet. It seemed to work huh?"

"Uh...yep. But I think I came so hard I blew an aneurysm in my brain."

She giggled into the carpet and flopped her sweaty face over to look at him. He was grinning at her. His perfect hair was sticking up in places and straggling wetly to stick against his soaked cheeks. Her mouth grinned as she said, "You look like shit."

He laughed, leaned forward to slap her ass until it clapped, and had her cursing him before he said, "Bath?"

And he rolled to his feet to pick her up around the belly and carry her one armed to the tub.

On opposite ends, Claire was washing his toes and watching him while he leaned there with his head back. His stupid body was ridiculous. She rolled her toes against his stomach to feel all the muscles. She felt like a fat lump by comparison.

Musingly, she asked, "Why aren't you married?"

His head rolled down and he arched a brow at her, "Seriously?"

"Yeah. I know why I'm not. I'm not sure why you aren't. You should have kids, Leon. Look at you."

Amused, he tilted his head, "What's that mean?"

"You're fuckin gorgeous. It's a waste of good genes for you not to populate the world with your perfect kids. Find a sweet blonde girl and settle down."

He chuckled and shook his head, "Don't be stupid. Who has time for a family with what I do?"

She shrugged and confessed, "I wish I'd had kids sometimes. I get lonely."

He studied her down turned face as she soaped his toes, "...why didn't you?"

Claire shrugged, "Life. Never met the right guy. I seem to have bad taste in men. I go for pretty faces over good hearts."

Ouch. He chuckled, shaking his head, "Message received."

She lifted her chin and blinked at him. Finally looked a little ashamed and told him, "I didn't mean you. Seriously. You're the package, Leon. Good and funny and hot. I like your company. We're friends, like you said. And I know I'm not really your type anyway."

Now his brows flew up into his hair, "...ok, I'll bite. Why not?"

She shrugged again, "I'm not tall. I'm not slim and beautiful. I'm kinda short and dumpy and a ginger. I do ok, and I'm fine with my looks. But you've never bothered to really glance at me before so..."

Now he just felt bad. Into the silence, he told her, "One - if you call yourself short and dumpy again, I'm gonna get pissed. Two - I looked. All the time. I just didn't touch you."

Curious, she asked, "Why not?"

"...because you're my friend. I might be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard, Claire. I don't fuck my friends."

She smiled, gently, and wondered, "Then what are we doing here?"

He grinned and returned, "I think I'm being a bastard. But in fairness? Your tits in the bubbles right now? I'm just a mortal man, not a saint."

She laughed, sighing, and said, "So I'm easy and here, right?"

Now he licked his teeth, praying for patience, "No. Ask yourself who put their mouth on who first."

Her eyes came up and locked on his. He nodded, winking at her, "Yeah. Not pity, Claire. And red? It kinda flips my switch."

She rolled her eyes, "I heard that about you. You like your girls in red."

His hand shifted into the water. It slid against her thigh and palmed the heat of her. Her eyes crossed as he told her, "...I like my girls red...above and below."

Her thighs opened as he swirled between them. She put her hands down his back to grip his ass and cooed, "Yeah? You like a little fire crotch, do ya?"

And he was laughing right until he put himself inside of hers.

Curled over his lap, straddling him to face him, Claire looked right at him as he slid his fingers over her. Her voice was high and breathy as she instructed him, "Good. Good. Now put your index finger on my clit...like that...oh, shit, yeah...like that. Good."

His mouth kissed gently at her jaw line as she told him, "Ok...now slide your other two fingers inside of me and j-" Her voice cut off on a high little keen. She gripped his lower back and moaned, "...fingers. I said fingers, right?"

"...I figured we'd cut to the chase." His voice was low and gruff.

She turned her head to kiss him before her back bowed. He tucked his fingers against her clit, put his face against her neck, and surged into her. One, two - and done. She slapped his back twice as she came. She cursed like a sailor and had him laughing as she shoved him down on his back to ride him like a wild stallion.

When he was close, he tried to roll her off him and she pinned his arms above his head and told him, "Don't be a boy scout. I'm on the pill."

So he curled their hands together, she anchored her body, and they slapped together fast and hard until he grunted and shot his load so hard he was surprised it didn't blast her off him and pin her to the ceiling. She fell left, he groaned and twitched, and the soft wet sound of his dick sliding out of her made her tremble.

She grunted, "...you take instructions realllll well, Kennedy. I won't be even slap you down for getting ahead of yourself there. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

He laughed and rolled over atop her while she giggled.

Their marathon-muffathon ended in a snowball fight and passing out on the floor by the fire. She woke up once with his face between her thighs, came slow and almost softly, and fell back asleep cradling him there while she trembled.

They took a shower, she went to her knees to repay the favor, and spent the rest of the morning drinking coffee and leafing through the paper naked.

While he took a nap on the couch, Claire stood over him to chew her lip and stare. Even in repose, his body was all muscle. She sighed and told his sleeping form, "...I love you, you fucking idiot."

And she went to take a bath alone.

How did she leverage all this sex into love? He was a complex man. He wasn't looking for love. She knew that. They were good friends. They were compatible. They were clearly GREAT in bed.

How did that equal love?

As she soaped herself, she winced a little. All the great sex in the world eventually ended in a sore cunt. Try as she might, she'd probably have to pull the plug on all the fucking until that abated a little.

Which meant what? They'd be forced to face their feelings here. They'd have to talk.

Could she talk him into loving her? He might be blind to her feelings, but was he immune? What if she just...told him? What happened? What if that meant he'd freak out and leave her all together?

She hated the idea of him not being in her life.

Was she willing to settle for his friendship and the occasional fuck?

Maybe. What if that was all she'd ever get?

She glanced at her face in the mirror and said, out loud, "It's better than being without him." She meant that. She did. She'd trade a lifetime of nothing special for a few moments of wonderful. Pathetic or not, that's how it was.

While she was bathing, she heard him in the kitchen firing up the stove to cook. He hummed. He talked to himself. He was utterly adorable. She was hoping that he'd be trapped here with her long enough to realize his world was better with her in it.

Otherwise?

She'd just have to find another way to worm her way into his heart.