The bright lights beamed down, harsh and unforgiving with their fluorescent gaze. It was a false brightness that contradicted the warm rays just outside the door. Glittering sunlight streaming through, soft and supple, met harsh and glaring. All he had to do was step outside, out of the unforgiving light. It should be easy.
This job was easy. A false alarm. There was no evidence of bioterrorism. No BOWs, no Umbrella, no virus. An annoyed, yet relieved huff escaped his lips. It wasn't often he stumbled across a facility that was clean and orderly, as opposed to littered with bodies and decay. Taking one final look around, he glanced at his vibrating phone. An unknown number.
"Agent Kennedy."
"Well hey there handsome, long time."
That voice. Pure sensuality tangled around his insides, like slick velvet. Caressing his mind, keeping him at the edge of his seat for eternity. All purr and seduction, wrapped with a pretty bow. Look, but don't touch. He hated her, but there was such a fine line between love and hate, he couldn't help but forgive her too. A handful of years, and just as many casual run-ins and she still monopolized his mind, far more often than she did his body.
It was unfair. Both to the woman he had back home, and to him. It was casual, they both knew it. No strings attached, his lifestyle was too much of a burden for anything real. He didn't picture Ada when he was with her, but she was never far from his thoughts either. Maybe that was why he tortured himself. Ada was just as unattainable as he was.
"Ada," he said coolly, not betraying the inner turmoil.
"What brings a nice boy like you to a place like this?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"That's not the Leon Kennedy attitude I know so well."
"What do you want?"
"Walk next door and maybe you'll find out."
The line was dead. Typical. Dangle something in front of him, get him to do most of the heavy lifting, and rip the rug out from under him. Not this time, he vowed, even as his feet moved in the direction she indicated. There was no choice in his choice, just an automatic response to her bidding.
Once outside, he waved to one of the local cops, indicating he was leaving. The harsh glow was behind him, the warmth of the setting sun glowing over his pale skin and light jacket. If only he could enjoy it. It was strange how bright those lights were, but there was no heat or warmth, like there was with the sun. Just like his relationship with her. Cold and false and blindingly bright.
The facility's staff lined up outside, their needless concern evident on their faces. Other officers milled around, removing barricades and tape. Just a false alarm.
The bar she indicated was nothing special. A typical, small town dive, filled with pictures of local places and people. Tacky decor on the walls, amongst printed posters for bands and events. A pool table in the corner, the jukebox beside it playing a forgotten and forlorn country song. Smoke hung heavy in the air. The few patrons at the bar barely glanced at him, too busy drowning their own sorrows at the bottom of their chosen bottle.
"Vodka on the rocks."
Even vodka reminded him of her. The icy burn down his throat was a crushing reminder of how she wrapped him around her finger everytime. Not this time though. This time would be different.
Nursing his drink, he checked his watch. Ten minutes later and she still wasn't here. He ordered another, feeling the cooling fire, no stranger to numbing his pain with booze. He'd give her until the end of this drink and he'd leave, back to his empty hotel room. Then back to his empty apartment. The emptiness didn't bother him. If it had, he could have asked his casual lover to move in. But that wasn't anything close to what he wanted. The part that bothered him most was her absence, not the emptiness.
The bartender wiped the bar, asking if he wanted another. Checking his watch again, he shook his head and handed over a folded bill. Typical Ada.
When he pushed the door open, he was nearly blinded by the light. The sun was low, almost set, but compared to the darkness of the bar it was positively radiant. The chaos next door was winding down, the last of the cruisers pulling away.
Entering the dark space between the buildings, he felt the hair on his neck stand on end. He didn't have to look, he knew who it was without turning around. It was the same game, over and over. Six years running now. Or was it eight? Would they make it to ten? God, he hoped not. Or did he?
"I know you're here."
"Perceptive as ever."
"What's with the games?"
"I had to make sure you weren't followed," her fingers grazed over his shoulder before she walked in front of him. Her heels clicked over the asphalt, her shapely hips sashaying with each step. The scent of her perfume lingered, a little bit musky and dangerous, just like the beautiful spy before him. The smallest hint of patchouli, mixed with jasmine and maybe even a hint of spice. That smell fucking terrorized him.
"Satisfied?"
She looked back, tossing him a half smile. "For the moment."
"Where are you going?"
When she didn't answer, he stopped following her. Personal feelings aside, Ada was dangerous. She'd gotten the drop on him on more than one occasion, even pulling a gun on him once. Despite her unknown motivations, he knew she often worked with less than savory types. The bad guys, the villains. She might even be one herself, so why the hell couldn't he stop?
When she realized he was no longer following she stopped. She didn't look or turn around. Part of her wished he would turn around and walk away. Free her from the internal conflict. The eternal conflict? But she knew he wouldn't. They were more alike than either cared to admit.
Heavy footsteps crossed the space, echoing against the brick walls on either side. They stopped a hair's width behind her, spinning her around with a rough grip. Feeling his fingertips on her skin ignited a fire in her lower belly, an insatiable ache that she tried so hard to deny.
"Enough with the games, Ada," his voice was huskier than normal. Whether it was the vodka she smelled on his lips, or desire, she wasn't sure.
"Maybe I just wanted to say hello."
"We both know you better than that." Shaking her shoulders made her breasts jiggle the tiniest bit, and he allowed himself a single glance. "Tell me what you want or I'm leaving."
Ada looked up, his warm brown eyes melting her core into a wet pool. The pillowy bottom lip jutted out when he was frustrated, as he clearly was now. His defined chin and curved jaw were covered in a light stubble, which she would love to feel between her thighs. But not yet. They still had more of their cat and mouse game to play, threats to eliminate, missions to accomplish. One day, if they both survived, maybe Leon would be her reward. Maybe he would finally catch her, or was it the other way around? Most of the time she was the cat, but today she felt like the mouse.
Forcing him back against the brick wall of the bar, she felt the defined pectoral muscles hidden beneath his shirt. Wordlessly and without any fanfare, he grabbed her chin and kissed her. Soft lips, plump enough to taste, met her own in a tentative gesture. She had him wound up so tightly he couldn't even see the effect he had on her, oblivious to the way she needed him as well.
Gentle wasn't what she wanted. Taking his hands and placing them around her, he cautiously explored the curve of her ass through her tight leather pants. Her small breasts pressed into him, one of the only soft things about her. Like a good boy receiving permission, he kissed her harder, the vodka hanging between them, lingering in the breath she stole from him.
It was impossible not to press closer. He was warm and gentle, while simultaneously being hard and masculine. His neck smelled of citrus with a faint whiff of smoke from the bar, almost exactly as she remembered from the last time they crossed paths. It was a delightful path to walk along with him, as brief as it may be.
The sun had nearly set, the distant lights leaving them in shadows that the weak light didn't penetrate. She knew she had to go. Time was always of the essence. If she lingered, he might just catch her. Not just yet, though.
As her tongue grazed over his and she gently sucked his lip, she gave herself five more minutes. His shaggy hair tickled her cheek and she ran her hands through the downy strands of silk, wishing she could do this whenever she pleased. An almost pained sigh escaped her lips, filled with longing and all the words she dare not speak.
The sound of his restrained grunt in her ear was his response, his own way of holding back the words they never shared. Gripping her ass in a harsh squeeze, he pulled her impossibly close, fully negating the dark spaces left between them. As his grip hardened, so too, did he. One day, she hoped, she would feel what was sure to be a magnificent cock, as deeply and completely as possible.
But today, she settled for grinding her hips into him, forcing another groan from his chest. He was too much of a gentleman to smack her ass or bend her over, at least for their first time, and it was one of the things she found most endearing about him.
He did surprise her by picking her up, still keeping his back to the wall, instinctively knowing that if he trapped her or held her too tightly, it would be over. Ada would flit away like an injured bird, and he would be unable to catch her. Unwilling or unable? When his hips thrust upward against her, she broke their kiss, the searing heat nearly consuming her. Unable to pull herself away, she held his shoulders and for the briefest moment, allowed herself to get lost in the depth of his eyes.
The friction was torturous, she wanted so much more. Even as she rubbed herself against his concealed length, hard and perfect, he gripped her tight and aided her. His lips feathered lightly down her neck and the exposed part of her chest, filled with need and longing. She had no idea what he was hoping for, dry fucking him in a dark alley, but she knew he'd be the perfect gentleman when she left him as she always did; frustrated and confused.
"I love watching you get yourself off."
"Maybe I'll return the favor," she cooed, licking the outer shell of his ear.
At that moment they both knew she wouldn't, at least not tonight. Hanging onto his neck like he was a lifeboat in a raging storm, she bucked her hips into him once, twice more, feeling the desire flooding her soaking pussy in delightful anticipation of what it couldn't have. God, her body yearned to feel him, burning with unquenched desire. When she cried out and whispered his name, he covered her mouth with his own, eagerly absorbing every moan. Anything to be closer to her.
Placing a final kiss on his swollen lips, they both knew this was the game. If they gave in, would the magic still exist, or would it be gone, released with all the pent up lust and craving? What would happen if - when one finally caught the other? Would they scratch and claw at one another like two cats, or would one destroy the other?
The woman calling herself Ada Wong had run for so long, she wasn't sure what would happen. Unwrapping her legs from his torso, her feet clicked to the ground. The blush on her cheeks was from more than just desire, his scruffy stubble scratching into her skin in all the right ways.
"Is that what you came for?"
"Not exactly, but it doesn't hurt," Ada replied, gently touching his cheek before sauntering away.
"Are you working with him again?" He asked, the words edged with anger and distrust.
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy, Agent?" Flashing her teeth in a cat-like grin, she said, "that is not the nature of my relationship with him."
"Quit fucking around."
"You know I can't say. But I will tell you, you're looking in all the wrong places."
"What?"
Leon, always a little slow on the draw. "The facility was a distraction. The real action, now that's somewhere else."
"Where?"
"Not sure. But maybe I'll see you around, Leon."
Taking a few more steps, he moved to stop her. As always, he was a little too slow. Ada cast one last glance his way before using her hook shot and tumbling gracefully to the roof.
"Bye bye, baby boy," she whispered into the growing darkness. "See you for our next round."
