I don't own any of the Resident Evil characters or locations, etc.
Sorry that I wasn't planning on making it a longer fic! That's all, folks! There ain't much plot this time around, just some pointless chit-chat between Leon and Claire. Basically, it's my lame way of tying this thing up. Maybe I'll write a sequel to this at some point. Ta-ta, and I hope you enjoy!
And yes, the tense changed for this chapter. My Leon also still has some red in his hair. Cuz that's how it should be, damn it. XP
I don't know what time it is. Only that it's morning, because I can see the sun. In thin strips, peeking through the blinds, shedding just the right amount of light on everything.
I'm in bed. My own, thanks. Although I'm not alone and I can't quite believe who I'm next to. I'm lying on my side, facing him, watching him sleep. Messy strawberry blond hair, his bare back, the slight movement of his body every time he takes a breath.
I close my eyes for a minute. It's like I know he's about to wake up. He's about to wake up and then, well, we're both gonna have to wake up. To a lot of things. The reality of what happened last night being the first of those things. Where do we go from here? I mean, for crying out loud, he's leaving in a week. Ditching me. Like I tried so hard to convince myself he wouldn't. Who knows how long he's gonna be gone? And does he still live here, even though he's not going to be here? Do I need to find another roommate? Am I better off just moving out and finding another apartment altogether? Moving back in with Chris? Trying my hand at being Jill's roommate, if she'll have me?
Ugh. I guess I should just be happy I got some before being ditched.
I feel the shift of weight next to me, then a soft fist brushing against my stomach from beneath the sheets - skin-on-skin contact. Leon's awake now and he's just rolled my way. His fist opens and his hand makes its way up my body, starting at about my waist, sliding up my torso and lingering over one of my bare breasts. Not surprising. I hear a groan and a moment later, I feel that same breast-loving hand on my face, trying to map my features and report back to the mind it had been dispatched by, I'm sure.
"Finger outta my nose, Kennedy," I mutter, sounding about as coherent as he had just a minute ago.
"Fuck me," he mumbles, in a half-asleep and quite possibly hung over voice and slowly opens his eyes.
"Sure you're up for it?" I joke. "You don't sound so good."
"Oh God... I'm such a slut," he says.
I laugh a little. I'm faring about as well as he is. No doubt I'm feeling the aftereffects of last night. And not just in my head. That laugh sort of causes my stomach to flip and I feel queasy for a minute.
"I am a slut. That says it all. Unless I'm imagining it... Unless we didn't really..."
"We did," I cut him off.
He's the one to chuckle this time.
"A lot," I add. "Well, maybe not a lot, but enough anyway. And you stayed the whole night."
Leon smiles and offers a little nod. "Long trip down the hall, you know? Besides, your room's closer to the can."
I chuckle a bit.
"Claire?"
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Nothing," Leon says, shaking his head.
"No, come on. What is it?" I ask.
"It's nothing, really. I was just thinking."
"About what?" I ask.
"I was kinda hoping we'd be sober when we finally did it, but oh well," Leon says, with just a hint of longing in his voice.
"You mean you thought about us too?" I wonder.
"Of course I did," he answers. After a moment he adds, "All the time."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Leon's all-too-quick reply is, "Why didn't you?"
"I asked you first," I tease.
"You suck," he mumbles. He says it playfully, though.
So playfully that I just can't resist making a smart ass remark. "No I don't suck. So you just get that idea outta your head right now, bubba."
Leon laughs. "Bubba?"
"Oh yeah. You're a bubba," I say.
Leon laughs again. "And you?"
"Me? No, I'm totally not a bubba. Besides, you're supposed to give me a pet name."
"Pet name? Hell no, Claire. Bubba is not a pet name. It's a prison name."
I giggle a little and offer up my best pout. "Come on. You can come up with something. What am I to you?" I ask.
"You're just Claire to me."
"Okay then, what do you want me to be?"
We're quiet for a minute. Leon really seems to be thinking this over.
I'm waiting for him to say something along the lines of, 'What do I want you to be? How about taller, less annoying, and bigger in the chest?'
Leon looks at me so intensely that I can't look away. He says one word. "Claire."
"Huh?" I ask, breathless and a little confused.
"I want you to be Claire. The same Claire you are right now. I want you to still be her when I come back."
I nod, and quietly tell him, "I'll try."
He smiles but doesn't say anything more. He just rolls onto his back and moves to pull me in close to him.
I scoot over his way, feeling his arm wrap around me as I put my head on his chest. Leon rests his chin on the top of my head and runs his fingertips up and down my arm. It tickles a little - tingles, even - and I've got goosebumps. I snuggle up to Leon and close my eyes.
I stand by what I said last night: I'm not leaving my bedroom for the next week. I'm not, and neither is he.
