RE: Inclination

The Unabridged chapter 2-7.

A/N: On the advice of a reader who's read this version of 2:7, I'm posting it for everyone. So here's the un-abridged version of the smut chapter. By now, if you've already read the story, you know how far they get, so just enjoy the lengthier version of what you read in short. I'm still paranoid about the rating thing, but we'll stay at T+ and I'll just give you a half-page warning on the stuff.

Now back to the original A/N regarding this.

So… be warned. There's smut in this chapter. If you do not want to read smut, please skip this chapter.

I am serious. I will accept no flames regarding that you are about to read smut, as I am hereby FOREWARNING YOU OF THE IMPENDING SMUT.

As a matter of fact, there'd be slightly more smut if not for ratings on this site.

So, now that we have the SMUT WARNING out of the way...

May 2006

Past the doorway. The lock was secure, she'd heard him slide it almost savagely into place, and she'd flipped the security bar over the protruding knob herself.

Claire had thought herself impatient for this, but Leon seemed moreso. As soon as the door was locked he turned her and pressed her back to it, lips pressed to hers tightly. She gripped his back tightly, pulled him close to her. It didn't matter that she was pressed to the door, or that he was holding her so tight, kissing her so firmly, that she could barely breathe. If this was the alternative, it was better not to breathe.

Leon's tongue slid into the kiss and Claire parted her teeth to take it into her mouth. His hands slid down her back, and Claire drew her arms from around him, getting them between them. She pushed him away, in the direction of the bed.

Absently, she noted that he didn't smirk or chuckle. She didn't notice with fuller attention because Leon didn't let her push him too far. His hand came up and he caught her wrists and pulled her into the room with him.

She was the one who chuckled. Her mind supplied an old comparison that she had all but forgotten. After Munich, when he sat as a silent guardian to her while she was recovering, she'd had the first of her thoughts about Leon being a watchdog. In Orkney, when he took the bullets to stop the other team members, she'd amended that thought, deciding Leon was a guard dog. It amused her to think of that, to poke fun at him in her head in a way that she couldn't fault him aloud. It helped to have something to think privately while she offered her support when he called her about girl problems. She used to laugh and wonder how Leon was with them… usually over a shot in a bar filled with smoke, or while lining up a shot at the pool table.

It was better than thinking about Leon as a lady's man. She knew he wasn't, but given free reign, her imagination could do terrible things. So she firmly kept the thought of Leon with other women as a stiff, defunct guard dog.

She wouldn't think about him with other women, anymore. It would just make her angry and jealous… especially if this was how the guard dog made it with a woman.

The force of her push had been enough to take him (them, really, since he had caught hold of her) to the edge of the bed farthest from the window. The coverlet on top of it was still neatly folded from the maid service before they'd checked in. Still holding her wrists, Leon sat on the bed and dragged her up to him. Claire looked down at Leon, watching him quietly. He leaned his head forward. She expected him to…

But Leon surprised her.

He tipped his chin forward, and kissed the skin of her stomach through the fabric of her dress.

It sent a shiver through Claire. How did he do that? No…

He slid arms around her waist and pulled her up onto her knees on the bed, straddling his lap. Leon's lips found hers again, and he slid a hand up to free her hair from the tie she had in it. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck as her hair fell down over her shoulders.

She knew Leon was strong. She'd seen him do some pretty acrobatic moves, and he wasn't what she'd call slight of frame. It was completely different feeling his hands on her. She trusted him, and the way he touched her felt like he knew it, or maybe it was that he trusted himself. His grip on her sides, the firm press of his fingers against her back, sliding against the material of the dress she was wearing…

Leon knew what he was doing, and how to do it.

The guard dog analogy was shattered in the wake of that.

Straddling him as she was, Claire couldn't help but feel him aroused beneath her. She broke the kiss and lowered her lips to his neck, just above the edge of one of the bandages. Leon made a low noise in his throat at that, and his grip tightened on her back a moment as he turned them over, putting Claire onto her back on the bed beneath him.

The motion shifted her dress a little, but Leon held her closer, lips finding hers again for a moment before drifting, just as his hands did, downward.

Claire leaned back into Leon's grip a little. His lips were on her neck, and his hand was down the back of her dress, the twist of his forearm sliding it off one of her shoulders. The bed held the two of them. His hand gripped the swell of her breast and she fumbled with her ankles trying to get her shoes off. Her hands tugged futilely at his t-shirt, and he freed her breast from the curve of the dress's neckline, urging it out of the cup of her bra. His lips lowered to it.

The warm wet of his mouth made her sigh. His hand stroked her hip under the skirt of her dress and he tugged her panties down. Silently she was glad they were on an island, this desperate fumbling between the two of them would just be made awkward by pantyhose she might have worn if they were in the states or a city. In the back of her mind she wondered if he had a condom handy, but his teeth nipped her breast and she had to bite her lip to stifle her moan. No sense letting him get full of himself.

"You're wearing too many clothes, Le-" she tried to get out. Leon chuckled a little, sliding her dress off her other shoulder and taking a moment to get her bra completely off. A blush came to her cheeks then, as he tossed the bra from them, not from that, but the motion of his other hand had shifted from tugging her panties down. They were just at her knees, and his hand slid back up the inside of her thigh.

"Too many clothes," she protested softly, head tipping back as his fingers parted her. How long had it been since anyone…? Of course there was Robert… but it had been almost a month since she'd been touched by anyone other than herself.

Leon paused then, as though he heard in her words what she really meant by saying that. His hand slid up her neck, and he shifted to kiss her lips. It was reassuring. Claire needed that. So much was strange about the whole situation. His arm slid around her, pulling her up against him. The fabric of his shirt felt smooth against her bare skin. Claire lifted her arms, wrapping them around him. Leon was stronger than the men that she had previously…

He kept his hand between her legs, despite the reassuring kisses he was giving her. "Why don't you help me with that, then," he said softly against her ear. His fingers were rubbing her, and she bit her lip gently.

"You're a jerk, Leon Scott Kennedy," she said with a soft chuckle. Claire didn't bother moving, preferring to stay against him as she was. His warmth radiated through his shirt, and a part of her needed to feel that almost desperately. She gripped him, fingers tightening in the back of his shirt, and pressed her lips to his forehead.

"Maybe," Leon said, voice still against her neck, lips behind her ear, "but you already knew that."

Whatever retort Claire might normally have had was lost in a soft moan. She couldn't control that anymore. The motion of Leon's hand between her legs was making her stomach tense and her whole body feel a little tingly. She could already feel herself dampening to his touch, body responding to the insistent press of his fingers. But he didn't stop just because of that.

"Just because it's not a rebound doesn't mean…" He rubbed his thumb against her, and lowered his lips back to her collar bone.

There was far too much talking, obviously. Leon… it was amazing, her lust-fogged mind could barely comprehend how he was managing to stress about meaning when… "Don't finish that sentence," Claire said, voice a bit higher than normal. "Not right now, don't."

Leon chuckled. In that chuckle, she could hear him relent from the thinking. He kissed under her ear. "Want me to keep doing that?" he asked softly. His voice was lower than she normally attributed it, the situation was coloring it, perhaps. It made her shiver wonderfully.

With a blush, she nodded. Playful was not one of the things she had anticipated from Leon. The thought of him being playful in any situation never occurred to her, but she hadn't previously been thinking about him in bed… Her hands slipped, and she gripped the front of his shirt as the motion of his hand began to produce a wetter noise from under the skirt of her dress. "You… better…"

He nipped her ear. "I'll get us both all the way undressed after this," he promised softly. He guided her arms back up around his neck and lowered his lips to her collarbone, kissing gently before working his way down.

Claire tipped her head back, embracing him, and pressed her fingertips to his back. There were scars there, some she knew about and had treated, and others that were foreign to her. She couldn't feel them through the cloth, but she knew some of them so well that she didn't need his bare skin to find them. She traced the ones she knew with her fingers, feeling his kisses dip lower. And then his shoulders were descending from her grip, and his head was under her skirt. Tongue replaced thumb, and he let his fingers keep moving. She arched her back at that. Leon shifted closer, and he gathered her knees up onto his shoulders. With nothing of him to grab, Claire clutched the comforter of the hotel bed. His tongue… his mouth… Leon's hands slid up her hips, curling around her waist and stroking her lower back.

This must have been what she was imagining him doing, what made her heart speed up, she thought for the briefest moment before the press of Leon against her was too much. Claire moaned out loud as he made her orgasm.

He continued the motion of his tongue after sliding his fingers from her. She moaned softly. His hands, one set of sticky fingers and the other just warm, slid her underwear free of her legs. He stroked her calves as he moved up to work her dress up her hips, and kissed her stomach.

It felt good. He was good. A tense, anticipatory relaxation crawled up her the way that his fingers and his lips moved up her body. He worked the dress over her head, and sat back to shrug out of his shirt, working his arms free.

Drowsy eyes looked up at him, and she was surprised at some of the scars she found there, past the bandages that were new. He was undoing his belt when the knock to the door came. Claire turned her eyes towards it, but he tipped her chin back towards him. "Ignore it," he said softly.

Claire was willing to do that, more than. She nodded. He undid his belt and was working on unbuttoning his pants when the knock came again. Her eyes rolled and turned towards the door. "Who could it be… really?"

Leon frowned, looking down at her. He pressed a finger to her lips and climbed off of her and the bed, pulling the thin hotel comforter up and around her. As he headed to the door, she noticed him lean down to take a gun from his pant leg. She almost chuckled, thinking that he had been wearing that the whole time.

Then her eyes turned back to the door, and she felt relieved to think that he had it. Sitting up a little, she pulled the comforter around her, and scanned the room for where he'd left his gun holster before they went out to dinner.

"Who is it?" Leon asked, leaning next to the peep hole.

"Room service," a voice called through the door.

"I didn't order any room service," Leon replied.

"It says right here room twelve-oh-one," the voice called back. "Mr. Townland, please open the door already."

"This is twelve-oh-seven," Leon replied.

There was a muted curse through the door, and then the room service man said, "I'm sorry, sir, didn't mean to bother you."

Claire relaxed with a faint sigh. Leon turned to look at her, and she smiled with a little chuckle. His expression had changed. The mood was pretty much gone, she knew. His expression was serious and brooding again. He was back into work mode. He was tense, and she was…

Did the guy say Townland?

"I'm going to take a shower," Leon said. He pressed his hand against the door for a moment, as though debating something, but then he thumped his palm against the flat of the door before crossing to the bed. Claire looked up at him, surprised, and he jutted his hand forward with the gun in it. He flicked the safety on. "Take it."

"Leon…"

"Please," he said.

She nodded, taking the small gun in hand, and watched Leon head to the bathroom. She sat back on the bed with a small sigh and contemplated the weapon. She looked at the floor, where her dress from that evening was puddle. She noticed her underwear had made it farther away. Her body was tingling, her pulse still racing from… before. It wasn't fair, she growled in her head. Why the hell? Rising, she took the hotel robe off the shelf and wrapped herself in it before heading out onto the balcony outside the window.

The tropical air was muggy after the air-conditioned hotel room, but it felt good. The skin that was touched by the cool night breeze was sweating slightly. Claire closed her eyes and let the breeze play with the hair that Leon's hand had freed minutes earlier. She began taking deep breaths. She was old enough not to get too angry about…

Well, maybe not.

Oh, she knew Leon. She knew he was a dedicated detective, even if he was going by 'agent' or 'operative' now. She'd seen him switch from an easy companionable Leon into… Claire chuckled... into a lethal weapon.

It felt good to laugh like that, just like the feeling of his touch lingering on her felt good. Just like everything about the vacation.

And they had two weeks, right?