He jolts awake to find Claire with her hand gently caressing his face. His heartbeat slows the more he comes to realize it was all just a bad dream.

"Claire?" He asks still a bit unsure if it is really her.

"Yeah. Are you okay? You were groaning in your sleep."

"No, I mean yeah." He clears his throat as he sits himself up. "Wow. That was quite a dream."

"You wanna tell me about it?"

"No. It was stupid." He stands up from the bench then rolls his shoulders to shake away the uneasy feeling creeping over his body. "So, are we ready to go?"

He notices that she still isn't fully dressed. She has put on her tank top but her lower half is covered by only her thin, black, boyshort cut, underwear.

"Not quite. The door still hasn't unlocked so I'm still letting my jeans dry out. How long did you set it for?"

"Four hours." He lifts up the sleeve of his shirt to look at his watch. "We have about five more minutes."

"Well, that sounds like plenty of time to me," Claire says lustfully.

"Huh?"

Leon is caught off guard by her taking hold of the sides of his vest and with one swift tug she manages to pull its Velcro strips clean off his ribs and lift the vest from his shoulders.

"Claire, what are you doing?"

She drops the vest to the bench behind her then takes the buttons of his shirt into her fingers and one by one pops them undone. Leon isn't sure how to react. He has never seen so much fire in a woman's actions. Should he stop her? If he does she might think he's only doing so because he doesn't find her attractive, which couldn't be further from the truth. He just can't believe she would be able to be in such a come hither mood after all the horror they have experienced tonight.

"Come on, Leon. You can't tell me you haven't been thinking about the exact same thing I have since the moment we met back at that gas station."

She slips her hands into the opening of his shirt. Her fingers massage his toned pecks which are even more fun to touch than she imagined. She is able to press her fingers into his soft skin but the muscles underneath immediately bind and keep their form. Leon shutters at every little caress with his face expressing that he finds what she's doing pleasurable, but he has his head turned away as he fights to keep his composure. His cheeks are blushed bright pink and his eyes are tightly shut. He wants to allow her to keep massaging his swollen muscles but at the same time his brain wont let him enjoy it.

"I just don't think this is the time or place for us to be doing this kind of thing. We need to keep our minds on getting back out of the city."

Claire is disappointed by his words. She is sure that he wants her just as much as she wants him but for some reason he wont accept her advances.

"Please, Leon," she begs waiting for him to look at her.

He can feel her staring at him and decides to answer her plead. She looks to him with wide eyes. Moist, but not as if she wants to cry. More like she'll hate him forever if he doesn't give her the answer she so desires.

"What's wrong? Why do you want this so badly?" He asks.

"It's just... I don't want something to happen to one of us and never get to experience what it's like to truly connect with someone."

Leon's brain flashes the horrific sight of her lifeless body through his eyes reminding him of what could come to pass. He tries to force the visions away and focus on what Claire is telling him.

"I feel like there is a powerful bond between us and I don't want to die full of regret knowing that you and I had a chance to be together and we let it slip through our grasps," her voice becomes higher pitched as she continues to hold back her many pessimistic thoughts.

Leon places his hands over her cheeks and rests his forehead against hers wanting her face to stop representing the look she had in his nightmare.

"I can't say that I disagree with what you are saying, but you have to trust me when I say I'm not going to let anything happen... to either of us, you understand? We are going to make it out of here, together. Please, I need you to trust me on this."

"I want to believe you, I do. But I can't shake this feeling that something terrible is going to happen. It's like a chill that has been injected into my spine and now I can't stop shaking."

He places his hands over her upper arms and rubs just hard enough for the friction to warm her goosebumps. She lets out a soft moan that causes his blood to once again return to the aching cylinder bunched up in his cargo pants. He tries to ignore it.

"Your body is just in shock. You'll feel much better once we're on the road again." He tilts his head towards the radio. "You see that? I might even be able to make contact with someone who can send help. Just bare with it a little while longer."

The door lock releases and they both let out a sigh of relief.

"At least that is one thing that has gone right tonight so far," Claire says still feeling pessimistic.

Still not wanting to give up on her plan to seduce him, she takes Leon's utility belt into her hand and before he can even realize what is happening she unclasps the belt and balls it up into her arms. Leon tries to grab it back but she steps back from him, through the cage door, and into the office.

"No, no, no! Claire, I am serious! Give that back!" He begs.

She continues to take steps backward to keep him from grabbing it.

She laughs playfully, "If you want it... you gotta come get it..."

He sighs unsure what she hopes to accomplish by taking his gear from him. They could be attacked by one of those things at any moment and yet she insists on courting him like two high schoolers on a first date. He watches her closely as she props herself up onto her brother's desk and sets the belt down behind her as if she is attempting to hide it, even though he can clearly see her every move. He can't help but trace his eyes down her slender waist to her smooth, bare, legs. Every fiber of his being wants to feel them wrapped around his hips, but could he really go through with it? He steps over to her which is exactly what she wants.

"Come on. Seriously. We don't have time to be fooling around-"

Claire grabs holds of his shoulders and presses her lips into his unable to restrain herself any longer. They melt into each other as all the troubles of the world fade from their minds and suddenly all that matters is where they are right now. Just two young, healthy, individuals searching for intimacy in a place where any hope of survival can be ripped away at any second. Their lips hunger for one another. Over and over they press together unable to get enough. It isn't long before their tongues join in on the make out session. Never before have they craved for someone so deeply. Their bodies become hot, their breathing heightens, and their senses become more acute. They can now taste so many different sensations in each other's saliva. Sweet, bitter, saltiness, as well as a hint of mint from a stick of gum Leon had been chewing on earlier that morning. The sent of sweat and adrenaline fill their noses and their ears buzz from the florescent lights humming through the blood that rushes through them. Their eyes are also dilated and they can see every last pore and scare that have sculpted their faces into their unique beautiful shapes.

They moan as they glide their fingertips over each other's arms and backs. Their chests are compressed together and yet they still feel like they're no where near close enough. They can feel their hearts throbbing. Begging to become one even though actually doing so would mean their deaths.

"I really think... we need... to keep moving," Leon says while unable to keep his mouth from pressing into hers. "Holy fuck, Claire. Your lips are so soft," he huffs out of breath as his heart races faster and faster.

No amount of fear or adrenaline could ever top the pure burst of energy that is flowing from his body, into hers, and back again.

"If you think the upper pair are soft, wait until you get a kiss from the lower ones," she teases as she cups the palm of her right hand over his crotch.

A burst of heavy breath escapes Leon's mouth as his entire body goes into shock from the immense pleasure rushing into his bloodstream from her gentile fingers massaging the underside of his balls. It only takes a few seconds for that same blood to build up in his shaft and make him harder than he has ever been in his life.

She slides her hands upwards to unbuttons his pants, then makes quick work of the zipper. She slips her fingers into the small opening of his underwear and begins to massage his sizable length against her palm. It is not as thick as her favorite toy back home but its silkiness more than makes up for it. Even as his body quivers at her touch, he manages to pull out something from one of his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Claire asks as she shifts her gaze to snoop on him.

He lifts his hand back out to reveal a condom pinched between his middle and index finger. She giggles at how well prepared the rookie is.

"Shouldn't we use protection?" He asks.

He looks at her a bit confused at what she thinks is funny and it makes him feel a bit self-conscious as if she is laughing at him. She finds his thoughtfulness incredibly cute but pushes his hand away. Leon is put off by her gesture expecting her to want to take every precaution. After all, they did only just meet a few hours ago. There is no way she can be okay with the possibility of being knocked up by a complete stranger. Nor would he be okay doing it. Not only does he still feel too young to start a family but he has too many responsibilities as it is. He's not sure if he'll always feel this way but for now he has to be careful.

"No. I want the full experience," she explains.

She places her fingers inside the band of his underwear and pulls them down just far enough so that his cock is fully exposed and she can continue to rub him comfortably. He tries to build up the courage to tell her that he will not penetrate her without protection, but the signals she is sending through his cock and into his pelvis are making it extremely hard for him to regain control over his actions. She leans into him and places her lips against his ear.

"You don't have to worry. There wont be any pitter patter of little Kennedys running around any time soon," she whispers sensually.

She gives his ear a lick then a peck causing him to take in another deep breath to try to calm his heart. He waits for her to look at him again and gives her a serious expression.

"If we're going to do this, you have to promise you wont hold it against me if I screw it up. I have no experience with sort of thing, and I mean at all. I'm sure that's not what a woman wants to hear a man say before her first time but it's the truth."

"It's alright, Leon. I know you'll do great because you're already thinking about me and not just yourself."

She removes her hand from his shaft and leans back. She spreads her legs wide and places her fingers inside the V-line of her panties to pull them to the side, exposing her smooth, light pink, labia. Leon has seen his fair share of naked women in magazines and even some on the internet, but none of them compare to how clean and tight she looks. His member quivers. He only needs to lean in about two inches and he'll take away from her a most precious possession.

"Make love to me," she says more demanding than as a request.

Nervous, Leon swallows hard. His mouth suddenly feels dry like he's been breathing in the hot air of a sauna for the last hour. He takes his cock into his hand and gently positions his corona against her entrance. Her body twitches and she lets out an audible yelp. He pulls back feeling like he has already done something wrong.

Claire can feel that her face is blushed hot red as warm shivers travel through her skin all the way down her back. Her pelvis aches for him to continue but she notices his hesitation which only causes her clit to tingle uncontrollably.

"Why'd you stop?" She whines.

"Sorry," he says while hoping he hasn't already blew it.

He goes in for a second try and once again she lets out a wince but this time instead of allowing the noise to refrain him, he makes sure to keep his focus as he guides himself between her silky folds. She is so wet he is able to prod her with ease then slowly push himself deep into her tight pocket. It takes a bit more force than he was expecting but soon his entire cock becomes embraced by her warm, ruffly, walls. The sensation is so overwhelmingly amazing that for a moment he looses all feeling in his legs and has to force himself to keep his posture. He can feel her insides pushing back against him, causing him to slip back out until only the tip remains inside, as if to tell him he has entered a sacred place and shall soon be punished for doing so. He ignores this resistance and instead thrusts himself into her once again. She lets out a soft moan and he feels her walls quiver against his member. Unable to get enough, he grasps her butt-cheeks into his palms and holds her pelvis directly up against his.

Claire wraps her arms around his neck, holding his face against her chest. Her legs entwine with his, hugging his butt in order to apply maximum pressure against her pelvis. Each time he arches his back he slides all the way down from her cervix, back to her entrance, only to quickly thrust himself all the way up to where his base connects with her clit. The sensation is nothing like what she is use to. When masturbating her pleasure mostly comes from the vibration of the dildo both from inside and on the surface but this is all about how silky he feels mixed with her moisture. The girth of his shaft massages her labia as his balls press against her taint.

So many sensations that she has no control over. Normally she would be the one deciding how quickly each penetration would take place, how deep, and how hard, but there is something about Leon being the one in control that sends her feminine instincts into a frenzy. His lips kiss and lick at her cleavage. Yet another area of her body that has never received such attention. She wants to lift up her shirt and allow him to suck at her nipples but then she would have to remove her grasp on him and there is nothing more she wants at this moment than to be as close to him as possible.

She moans again and again in small bursts from being out of breath. Leon isn't completely sure if the noises she is making is from pleasure or pain. Almost like she is whimpering. He has heard that it is painful for a woman during their first time but the look on Claire's face appears to be that of bliss. Her eyes are closed, with her brow raised, and she is biting down on her bottom lip. He gives her a peck on the lips to make her open her eyes. She looks at him while still struggling to catch her breath.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"I'm wonderful." She smiles. "How about you?"

"Incredible. I want to stay in this moment with you forever."

She smiles then gives him a passionate kiss. He moans as she slips her fingers into the opening of his shirt and admires the lines of his ab muscles. She kisses down his jawline, past his neck, to his left nipple. She wraps her tongue over it and lets the taste of his sweat coat her mouth. She continues to lick until the saltiness fades and all that is left is the hard bump that massages her tongue.

She is so close now. Her climax screams for release but something is just a bit off. She looks into Leon's eyes and slides her fingers through his hair to give it a slight tug between her fingers. She can sense herself becoming more aggressive as her body craves an orgasm more and more.

"Can you thrust just a teeny bit harder for me?" She asks.

"Of course. If that's what you really want."

She nods her head. Taking no time to hesitate, he does his best to adjust his rhythm ever so slightly. A wave of relief washes over him as Claire tilts her head back in a state of heightened pleasure.

She moans, "Oh yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Ah! Ahh!"

Feeling her walls tighten even further around his shaft he can tell she has reached her peak. His thrusts turn into tiny pulses as he too feels himself about to erupt.

He struggles to speak while continuing to thrust, "Claire, are you sure you don't want me to pull out?"

"I'm sure," she moans, "Give it to me, Leon!"

She wraps her arms around his midsection to once again hold him as close as possible. The feeling of her soft breasts pressing against his pecks sends him over the edge. His pulses become faster as her walls contract around him again and again. His body becomes stiff and with his last bit of energy he slips himself in as deep as he possibly can and allows his semen to flow into her uterus. Though he doesn't like the idea of a woman being dominated by a man, and he would surly punch another guy in the mouth for even implying such a thing, he can't help but find himself enjoying the fact that he is the one to soil her for the first time. He can see now how strong of an impact this action could be if she were to be as accepting to carrying his child. Such a strong moment of passion that would then result in the creation of life. So beautiful and yet so scary.

Claire is having similar thoughts as she feels his warmth spread over her pelvis. If she hadn't made sure to put herself on the Depo shot as soon as she turned eighteen than this whole thing could have turned out much different. Then again, as she looks at Leon she can't help but think it may not be such a bad thing to let him knock her up once or twice. He is handsome, physically fit, and oh so passionate. Both in his work and now she is certain with his relationships as well. However, she forces those thoughts from her head. Either way it is not something either of them are ready for.

Leon gives her a few more gentle pumps, ensuring that they have both been fully satisfied. Her quivering settles but he can still feel her heartbeat against his shaft. They take in deep breaths to try and calm themselves but keep their grasps tight. Neither of them wanting to let go. They stare into each other for the longest moment. Leon slides his hands from her hips, up to her arms, then entwines his fingers with hers. He gives her a serious look and Claire becomes worried that he is about to slam her with some sort of hard truth. 'He didn't enjoy it, he has a girlfriend, he never wants to see her again.' As his lips open for him to speak she feels her heart skip a beat.

"As soon as we get out of here, I am so taking you out for coffee," Leon jokes.

Relieved she responds with a smile, "I'd like that."

A grin spreads over his face. For only a moment she can suddenly see the weirdness he told her about. It does not steer her away though. She gives him a quick peck on the mouth finding him impossibly cute. He leans in to repay her gesture but their moment is cut short by the sound of something that slams hard against the office door. Leon quickly grabs his handgun from his belt still at Claire's back and aims it at the doorway. Claire holds herself against him not wanting him to leave her side just yet. They look to the doorknob but whatever it is doesn't bother to try to open the door intact. Something with very large claws quickly rips its way through the wooden barricade.

"What is that thing?" Claire asks panicked.

"Whatever it is, it's about to be dead," Leon answers confidently.

The massive, red, creature that appears to be made of nothing but claws and muscle sticks out its long, slithery, tongue at them as if it smelling them and reaching out to grab them at the same time. Leon can feel Claire shaking with fear which only enhances his want to protect her. He waits for the creature to peer its head into the room then fires off three consecutive shots right into its exposed cranium. The creature falls to the floor and wriggles around as it shrieks in agony before falling limp to the floor.

Finding Leon to be as hot as ever, Claire kisses at his neck as his focus remains on the doorway. He eventually turns back to her and gives her a deep kiss as his member slips from her entrance. He stuffs his cock back into his underwear as she slides her panties back over her V-line.

"We gotta get moving. Something surly will have heard that and be here any minute," Leon explains.

"I agree. Let me just grab my things real quick."

After getting their clothes back on straight, they make sure to gear up and not leave anything behind. Claire even slips on a Kevlar vest for extra protection. Leon manages to get the radio working and sends out an S.O.S. After only a few tries they are surprised that someone answers the call. They are instructed to make their way out of the city near the train station where they can then be picked up. It is as Leon expected. The city has become a no fly zone. Once the call ends he turns to Claire.

"Are you ready to do this?" He asks.

"Fuck yeah!" Claire replies as she lifts her sidearm up against her shoulder.

(Part 1 Epilogue)

From this point, the story continues as canon. Claire and Leon become separated. Claire meets up with Sherry. Leon meats up with Ada. Ada falls to her "death." And they finally defeat Dr. Birkin by blowing him up along with the rest of the Umbrella facility.

They walk along the train tracks until they come across the helicopter that they were instructed to reach. It takes all three of them to a quarantine zone that the military has set up for the citizens of the city. Once the three of them are confirmed not to be at risk of infecting other citizens they are released back into the general public.

Sherry having lost both her parents and Leon having left his old life behind to work in Raccoon City, Claire invites them to stay at her place in Chicago, Illinois. In a way they find it weird to make such a bold move so soon after meeting one another but under the circumstances none of them wanted to be alone.

After a few days their lives begin to feel normal once again. Claire and Leon decide to keep their relationship simple. They want to get to know each other as friends before jumping into anything long term. They talk about getting Sherry back into school and what they are going to do for jobs now that they have experienced such craziness. Leon talks about remaining in the service and suggests that Claire join him but she can't help but continue to worry about the disappearance of her brother.

Standing at the front door of her apartment, Claire has packed up her things for her trip. Leon stands behind her, scratching at the back of his neck, unable to shake off the bad feeling creeping up his spine.

"Are you sure you want to go alone? I can always wait to join up with the C.P.D. at a later time," Leon suggests being obvious that he really doesn't like the idea of them splitting up.

Claire looks up from her bags that she has piled up next to the door. Her heart cracks a bit seeing the saddened expression that has fallen over his face. Ever since their escape from that night she's noticed that he has always been so careful to always be smiling. Most likely his way of reminding her that they need to appreciate every minute of them being safe and alive. It is not that she isn't grateful for the time they've had, but just thinking that her brother could be in danger at this very moment sets her on edge more often than she would care to admit.

"I'm sure. The people of this city need you, Leon. Who knows how many other labs Umbrella has stashed underground all over the country and with us not being far from the red zone the possibility of another outbreak is very high. I'll feel better leaving knowing that you'll be here if anything were to go wrong. Also I need you to look after Sherry. I realize that is asking you a lot but I can't just sit by any longer pondering wither my brother is alive or not." She lowers her head not wanting him to see the doubt on her face.

Leon places his hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "He is alive, Claire. I know you'll find him. And you don't have to worry about Sherry. I'll take good care of her. I promise."

He looks deep into her eyes sealing his words. They both know that if anything happens she is to be their first priority. Sherry has already endured so much. To lose one of them now would surely be devastating.

"I know you will. Thanks Leon. For everything."

They both wait for the other to make their move by leaning in for a goodbye kiss but neither of them are sure if it is appropriate anymore. Their bodies burn with the desire for it but something in the back of their minds tell them that now is not the time. Claire's focus has to be solely on her mission. If it were to become clouded by their want for one another it would only further risk her chance to head out and make it back without incident.

"You find him and come back to us safe and sound. You hear me?"

"I will." She places her hand over his and gives it a gentle squeeze. "I'll try not to be gone long. Keep in touch, okay?"

"You got it."

Without neither of them actually saying "goodbye" she grabs her things and heads out the door.