Leon? A Word, Please?
Author: Tani2
Genre: Romance
Rating: M for explicit sexual content, mature themes, violence, and language. You have been warned.
Timeline: Six months after the conclusion of the events of RE5
Synopsis: Leon and Claire help Chris and Jill move into their new home. Bothered by how his sister interacts with her best friend, Chris decides it's time to have a man-to-man. What he learns is more than he bargained for. Pairings are Leon/Claire and Chris/Jill
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters in this story, nor did I profit from their use in this work of fiction. My purpose is one of philosophical fulfillment: I write, therefore, I am.
Author's Notes: So, this is the first chapter chronicling Leon and Claire's romantic history. I plan to do five scenes, the first four being the four most overdone moments that have been written as Cleon lemons. The fifth will be a scenario I made up that I'm surprised hasn't been done before, at least not that I've read. All flashbacks are in italics. Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER 1: The First Time
Raccoon City, New Hampshire: an office in the Raccoon City Police Department
Leon had just arrived in the S.T.A.R.S. office. He was reading a journal that he'd found in Christopher Redfield's desk. It said that Chris was no longer in town. He thought of the bitter irony of the fact that the man's little sister had come looking for him to insure his safety, and was now dead because of it, when the older Redfield wasn't even there anymore.
Leon sighed and closed the journal. He said a silent prayer for the soul of Claire Redfield. He had been very fond of her. She was the first person he'd been able to help as a police officer, and she'd been a pretty awesome girl to boot. He'd thought he'd bust his fly when she'd locked and loaded that Browning from the police cruiser glove box. At least the gun had given her a brief fighting chance, but it just didn't have enough ammunition for her to have survived. He looked at the trophy case nearby. Chris Redfield was an award-winning marksman. Perhaps he'd been the one to show Claire her way around firearms.
Not much good it did her now.
Leon's stomach twisted as he thought about the very real possibility of him finding her half-eaten body when he eventually left the police station. He knew she had to be dead. A single college kid against a city full of monsters . . . he hadn't even entertained the idea that she might still be alive. Leon himself had barely made it to the police station with his life, and he had graduated at the top of his police academy class.
He just hoped that she hadn't suffered for long . . . and that he wouldn't have to see her that way. He wanted to remember her as the bright, smiling, beautiful young lady that had stolen his heart with the cock of a handgun.
'I would have liked to have gotten to know her,' he mused. 'She seemed like an interesting girl. And definitely easy on the eyes.'
Suddenly, the door to the office opened and closed behind him. He turned quickly, gun in hand, pointed at the intruder.
"Leon!" cried the familiar voice.
"Claire?"
The pair rushed forward and stopped in front of each other. They stared at one another in disbelief. He realized in that moment that not only was she alive, but she didn't have a scratch on her. And she seemed to be staring at him with equal shock. Apparently, she'd assumed he hadn't survived either.
And yet, there they both stood.
Without even considering the implications of his actions, Leon pulled Claire into a tight hug. "I'm glad you're still amongst the living, Claire."
She sighed and smiled against his chest, curling her tiny fingers into the sleeves of his uniform. "I'm so glad you're okay, Leon. I was so worried."
He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made a shiver go up her spine. "Hey, I'm the police officer, here. I'm supposed to worry about you, not the other way around."
She looked up at him with a warm smile. "I know. It's just that it's your first day here, and you're new in town, so you don't know your way around. I was afraid you'd get chased by those things and go down a dead-end street or something."
He smiled at her concern for him. "Well, I appreciate you thinking of me, but my first priority is to get you out in one piece, whether it's with me or not."
Her smile faded. "I wouldn't want to leave without you. I want us to escape together after we find Chris. I'm sure he and Jill will know what to do."
Leon's face fell a little. "About that. I found something that proves that your brother isn't here in Raccoon City anymore. In fact, none of the S.T.A.R.S. are still here." He handed her the journal. "Sorry for reading it. I honestly wasn't sure if you'd made it, so I guess I was just curious about you and your family."
She smiled and took the book from him. She read it in silence for a few minutes. When she finished, she stealthily wiped tears from her eyes and turned to face Leon. "Thank you for this."
He shrugged. "It was nothing."
She sighed and stared at her boots for a while. Finally, she spoke, still without looking up. "So, what do we do now?"
"We get the hell outta Zombie Town."
She smirked and looked up into his eyes, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"We're both going to die out here."
Leon shook his head. "Claire, I'm gonna get us out of here, or at least I'll get you out. Don't cry. It'll be alright."
"First of all, Leon, this town is overrun by those . . . flesh eaters. We'll never get past them without a vehicle, and after that backseat surprise in the police cruiser, I'm not exactly in a rush to get into another car. Secondly, do you really think it makes me feel better to know you might not make it out of here with me if I do survive?"
He smiled sadly. "It's my job, first and foremost, to insure your safety. My life is secondary."
"Not to me."
He sighed. "Why?"
"Because you saved my life. You're the only thing keeping me sane in this whole godforsaken town. So, excuse me if I don't want to hear about your demise."
He smiled and hugged her again. "Thank you for caring."
She settled her head against his chest again, this time, wrapping her arms around his back. "We really shouldn't make a habit of this. Not that it isn't heaven, mind you," she muttered against him.
Leon pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry. You're right. That was inappropriate."
She giggled. It was a delightful musical sound that made Leon smile. "I was only joking."
"I know, but I shouldn't . . ."
"I like being comforted by you. Please don't pull away from me. I need your strength."
He sighed. "I'm not going to completely distance myself from you, but I shouldn't get too close either."
She smiled and took his hand, caressing the backs of his fingers where they weren't covered by his fingerless gloves. "Why not?"
'Oh, we are definitely getting into dangerous territory now,' he thought. "Claire. Please don't."
She smiled slightly then stood on tiptoe and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before whispering across his lips, "Don't what?"
Leon's body went rigid with the little peck. He looked down the length of the body of Claire Redfield. She was petite, but damn was she ever put together right. Her legs looked long in her too tiny denim shorts, her chest was straining at the tight black tee she wore under her graphic print vest. Her auburn hair in that ponytail made him wonder what it looked like down. The thought seemed as much a taboo as picturing her naked.
And there it was. As soon as he thought the word 'naked' as pertained to Claire, his accursed manhood betrayed him.
Claire pressed herself against his body, and then her playful smile turned into a seductive grin. "Maybe you want to be a party pooper, but he agrees with me." On the word 'he', she patted his crotch. His cock twitched under her hand, and she giggled again.
He chuckled. "What are you doing to me, Claire Redfield?"
"Seducing you. What are you gonna do about it, Leon S. Kennedy?"
He paused for a moment, taking in her curves, then he responded, "Make a half-assed effort to stop you before giving in."
She smiled. "That's my hero."
He smiled down into her eyes, her crystal clear blue-gray eyes that seemed to generate a light from within. "Why, Claire? Why me? Why now?"
She smiled sadly. "Because I like you. I think you're really attractive. As to why now, I don't think there will be a later, and I want to do this." She smirked as she ran a finger over the bulge behind his fly. "I think you do, too."
Leon continued to stare down at her as her forlorn eyes pleaded with him not to reject her. Little did he know that he would forever more be unable to refuse this woman anything when she gave him that look.
He sighed and pulled her closer to him. "Last time I'm gonna try to discourage this."
"Not a chance."
He smiled as he bent toward her. "Can't say I didn't try." And with that said, he kissed her. Her lips were soft and moist. He pressed his to hers tentatively at first, until Claire parted her lips, inviting him to explore within. He didn't waste any time before accepting the invitation.
As their kiss deepened, Leon backed up to sit on Chris's desk, pulling Claire along with him. He was six-foot-two and much taller than she was, so he decided to make this a little easier for them. When he was sitting down, his new lover nestled snug against him between his parted thighs. Mission accomplished. The height difference wasn't so severe.
He trailed his lips down her face, and onto her throat. She wrapped her hands around his torso, running feather light fingertips up his back to comb through the hair at his nape.
While Leon worshipped her skin with his lips, Claire gave him more skin to worship. She shrugged out of her vest, letting it drop to the floor. Leon watched it fall and absently read the back of the vest. 'Made in Heaven,' he thought. He realized it matched the leather jacket that hung on the hook by Chris's desk. He smiled. He had a feeling he'd like Chris Redfield. He hoped he'd live long enough to meet him. Then Claire ran her tongue over his earlobe, and he decided it was probably poor form to be thinking about meeting a man while getting ready to pork his sister, who herself epitomized being 'made in heaven'. Claire had his undivided attention from that point forward.
He took off his bulletproof vest while Claire lifted her tight black T-shirt over her head. She was wearing a black seamless bra underneath that cradled and lifted her ample breasts in a way that made Leon's mouth water to taste them.
As he made short work of the buttons on his uniform shirt, Claire slid first her denim shorts and then her black biker shorts down her legs. She stood before him in nothing but her bra, panties, and biker boots, a very sexy combination in Leon's book. When his shirt was open, she ran her hands up his abdomen, onto his chest, and up to his shoulders, pushing the shirt off. She stared up and down his body. He'd never been so glad to be so cut in his life.
"My, God. You are a well-put together man, Leon Kennedy."
He slid a hand along the side of her torso, finally gliding it around her waist to pull her against him. "You ain't so bad yourself, Red."
She smirked and leaned in to kiss him again. She kissed her way over to his ear and said, "We'd better hurry. I doubt we have much time to do this."
He nodded and slid the hand he held at the small of her back up to the back of her bra. In seconds, he had it unclipped. "You're right," he replied with a smug smile.
"My, my. I think you've done this before."
He chuckled. "Maybe once or twice." That was an understatement. He might not have had sex with a lot of women, but Leon was a makeout god. He'd gotten a hold of more breasts than a gynecologist. And consequently, he knew how to treat them.
He grabbed Claire around the waist with both his large hands and lifted her up to straddle him on the desk. She buried her tongue in his mouth as he plucked the straps of her bra off her shoulders and slowly pulled them down. When the undergarment joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor, he didn't hesitate to glide his hands onto her naked chest.
She groaned into his mouth as he slowly slid his fingertips around the contours of her bosom, then cupped her, resting his thumbs on the pinkish-beige tips. She broke their kiss, tilting her head back in an ecstatic sigh as he began to trace circles over the firm little peaks that crowned her breasts.
"Oh, my God, Leon," she sighed. "That feels so good."
His response was to lean down and do something that felt even better. He took one rosy nub into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, and suckling it until her upper body was flushed. Then he switched to show reverence to the other one.
She shuddered and gripped his shoulders, while involuntarily grinding her sex against his fly. He continued to kneed one breast while suckling the other. When she started to gyrate her hips, he slid his other hand down to grip her rear, pressing her more firmly against him.
Overcome with the sensations he'd provoked, she grabbed his hair on both sides of his head, and forced his face back up to kiss her again. She continued to grind against him, while assaulting his mouth.
Incidentally, he found that the biker chick was no slouch at the art of making out, either.
She broke the kiss, and moved her hips back enough so that she could start to undo his belt. She opened his button and zipper, and then slid her hand inside. It was Leon's turn to groan with need as she stroked him through his boxer briefs. She pecked his lips repeatedly.
"Off," she demanded. "Take them off."
He obeyed immediately, first wrapping her legs more securely around his hips before standing up and pushing his pants down his long legs. He bent to untie his shoes, chuckling as Claire refused to let go to allow him to undress with more ease. He kicked off his shoes while she continued to cling to him. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off and sat back on the desk before toeing his socks off his feet. Each of them peeled off their fingerless gloves. They were now both naked except for their underwear and Claire's boots. He insisted that she keep them on.
Leon laid Claire across her brother's desk, trying very hard not to think about the fact that it was her older brother's desk, and that if Chris ever found out what they had been doing on it, or more importantly what they were about to do next, he'd probably punch Leon in the face.
Or shoot him.
He pushed those thoughts aside as Claire slid her dainty hand under the waistband of his underwear. She gripped his length and began to stroke him up and down. He closed his eyes and released a quiet moan.
"Feels nice?"
He nodded and returned the favor, pulling the crotch of her thong to one side so he could press a finger against her moist heat. She sucked her teeth and bit her lip, squelching the loud cry that had threatened to emanate from her throat.
"Feels nice?" he asked with a smirk.
She nodded as well. "Don't stop," she whispered.
He leaned down to kiss her as he teased the epicenter of her sex. She rocked her hips to heighten the stimulation. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her small hand running back and forth along his length.
They continued to lazily share kisses as they toyed with each other until Leon slid a finger inside her. She lost her grip on him as her body trembled. It seemed he was tired of playing.
"Are you ready?" he asked her softly.
"Yes," she replied in a quivering whisper. He assumed it was from anticipation. Maybe she hadn't had sex in a while.
He kissed her once more and then moved to stand with her still clinging to his torso. He swept an arm across Chris's desk, knocking everything off. He helped Claire to lie back across the surface of the desk. He removed his boxer briefs, moved to lie above her, and took himself in hand. He smirked with pride when Claire's eyes literally bulged at the sight of Leon's naked manhood. It wasn't like he didn't know he was big, but it was nice to know she was impressed.
He slipped his hands under her hips, pulling her panties down and off. He chuckled when he saw her naked glory.
"What the hell is so funny, Rookie?" she asked with a quirked auburn brow.
"Nothing."
"Spill," she commanded, closing her thighs tightly, denying him entry until he explained why her vagina was such a point of amusement.
"Sorry. It's just that your hair is such an unusual shade of red, that when we met I thought it couldn't possibly be natural."
"Yeah? So, it's a dye job. So what?"
"Well, yeah, but I was sure you were gonna end up being a brunette pretending to be a redhead, but it's the other way around, You're even redder down there than your current hair color."
She narrowed her eyes. "Look, I tried to dye it brown after I got tired of people calling me 'Ginger Spice'. It turned out dark auburn. So sue me."
"I'm sorry." He chuckled and kissed her in apology. "It's just that you continue to surprise me, Claire Redfield."
"Shut it, you."
He kissed her again, running his fingers through her ponytail. "I bet it's beautiful when it's red."
She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Thanks. At least you think my natural color is pretty." She kissed him in gratitude. She couldn't stay mad at him. "I wish you'd had a chance to see it natural," she whispered with a sad smile.
He kissed her in return. "I'll see it when it grows out."
"Yeah, right!" she chuckled. "That'll happen where you're going!"
This time, he parted her thighs and slid two fingers into her sex, and then moved them in and out of her. "Am I going somewhere I wasn't told about?"
She moaned then gripped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his thighs. When she regained the power of speech, she scolded him. "Leon, don't be naïve. Neither of us is gonna live through this." She smirked. "And where you're going is to Hell, for doing me on my brother's desk."
He stopped fingering her, ignoring her pun. He met her gaze solemnly. "Claire . . . is that the only reason you're doing this with me? Because you think we're gonna die today and I'm . . . convenient?"
She shook her head vehemently. "No, Leon. Never." She lowered her eyes and sighed. "That's only the reason I'm doing this now. Well, except for the convenient part. I should smack you for that." She smiled when she heard his deep chuckle above her. "If I thought we had a chance in hell of survival, I'd let you do this after the customary three dates. I just don't think we have that kind of time, and I want to do this with you." She lifted her gaze to stare deeply into his baby blues. "Only with you."
He sighed, starting to have some serious second thoughts. "I'll ask you one more time. Why me, Claire?"
She smiled. "Because you're my hero, Leon. You saved my life, you're a decent guy and you're really hot to boot. Why wouldn't I want you to be my first lover?"
"Wait, what?" he exclaimed.
She looked at him blandly. "What?"
"You're a virgin?" he practically shouted.
"Tell the undead world why don't cha?"
He lowered his voice. "Are you a virgin, Claire?"
"Yeah," she replied with a shrug. "For another few seconds anyway," she added with a naughty smirk and a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Leon's jaw dropped, and then he started to move off of her. She used her legs to tighten her hold on him. "Hey! Don't be a prude, Leon. I'm a big girl, and this is what I want." She took his rigid manhood in hand again. "This is what we both want."
"I didn't know."
She shrugged. "I didn't tell you. I didn't realize it was going to be such a big deal."
"Not a big deal? Claire . . . this is not the type of decision you should make under these kinds of circumstances. Especially since I'm not as certain as you are that we're zombie chow. What happens when I'm right, we escape, and you regret this?" He shook his head and sighed. "I really do like you, Claire. I don't want you to regret losing your virginity to me."
She smiled into his eyes and caressed his cheek. "Leon, if by some miracle we survive this horror, the last thing I will ever feel about making love to you will be regret. Women lose their virginity in a lot of stupid ways, often because they were pressured into it when they weren't ready. My virginity will be made history on my terms. And I'm completely capable of making this kind of decsion, zombie disaster or not. I know what I'm doing. And besides . . . I'm not losing my virginity at all, Leon. I'm giving it . . . to you."
He sighed and closed his eyes, lowering his head. "Are you absolutely certain about this, Claire? About me?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
With a heavy sigh, he nodded his ascent. "I think I have a condom in my wallet."
"Save it. I want to feel you, not latex."
"Claire, I've never had sex without a condom."
"And I've never had sex. Good news! That means we'll both be safe from STDs!"
Again, he was not amused by her odd sense of humor. "What if you get pregnant?"
"I'm on the pill. My brother insisted when I left for college. Now then, you can still hold onto your little 'we're-not-gonna-die' fantasy without guilt about potentially knocking me up."
He opened his eyes and looked into hers. Those bright, shimmering eyes. They were cool as a cucumber, hot as fire, innocent as a virgin, and dirty as a working girl all at the same time. Claire was an enigma that he could happily spend the rest of his life, be it hours or decades, trying to unravel, so long as he could continue to look into those eyes. He knew when he looked into her eyes that the decision was already made for both of them.
"You were right. I'm going to Hell," he muttered as he began to stroke himself back to fully erect.
"See you there," she said with a laugh.
They exchanged no more words for the moment. He placed himself at her entrance then paused to kiss her. "This will hurt. For that, I'm sorry."
"I know it will. I'm ready."
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself, then pushed against her opening.
"Ahhhh!" she whined.
"Relax for me, Sweetheart. If you don't, it will hurt more."
She clenched her teeth. "I'm trying," she muttered as she dug her fingers into his straight locks, tugging a bit as the sharp sting in her nether regions gave way to a horrible burning sensation as he stretched her.
She breathed in and out through her nose rapidly, then began to relax. When he felt her grip on his hair slacken, he pushed forward a bit more. She bit his shoulder to keep from crying out.
"That's it, Baby. Give me back some of the pain. I can take it. I promise, it'll be over soon."
He pushed forward a couple of inches this time, and felt her hymen give way. Her head fell back on the desk with a soft thud as she bit down on her fist. Tears spilled out from the corners of her tightly closed eyes.
Leon kissed her eyelids and spoke soothing words to her for over a minute. Once her shaking and tears were under control, he asked her a question completely out of left field.
"How do you remove band-aids, Claire? Do you rip them off or peal them away slowly?"
"Rip 'em off," she mumbled around her fist. "Why?"
"Just asking."
And with that, Leon thrust himself all the way inside. Claire's mouth fell open. "Oh, Sweet Jesus!" she shrieked in his ear. "It really hurts, Leon! You're too big! I didn't know it would hurt so much!" she sobbed.
He kissed her cheek tenderly. "Do you wanna stop, Sweetheart? I understand if you do."
She shook her head. "It will feel better soon?" Her voice was so small, almost child like.
He stroked her bangs from in front of her face. "Yeah."
"Okay." She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his gentle caress on her face. "Just . . . give me a moment . . . to get used to the feeling."
"Whatever you need, Sweetheart."
While Claire tried to acclimate herself to the feel of a man filling her completely for the first time, Leon caressed more of her body, attempting to increase her pleasure so the pain would subside more quickly.
After the burning had mostly dissipated, and Claire was starting to tremble with need again, she kissed her lover.
"You can move now," she whispered.
Leon smiled at her as he slowly slid out of her warmth until only the tip of his shaft was still inside. Then he moved his hips forward, just as slowly, to fill her about halfway.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed.
Oh, yes. He was right. She most definitely felt good. To him at least. "You okay?" he whispered against her lips.
"Please . . . keep going."
He moved to a more comfortable position, lifting his torso off her chest, holding himself up on his fists and knees. He stared down at the woman beneath him, her breasts heaving, her face flushed, and her sparkling eyes pleading with him not to stop.
"One thing first," he requested.
"Yes?"
He reached behind her head and lifted it, pulling the elastic from her hair. The dark russet locks spilled out into his hand. "So much better," he sighed, massaging her scalp.
She smiled warmly. He was so sweet. "No regrets, Leon. Not now . . . not ever."
He returned her smile. "Too late now, anyway. I suppose we don't have a choice but to just go with it. Can't have you calling me a rookie for everything."
She giggled. "No, we can't have that." They kissed again, Claire lifting her head and Leon lowering his. When they moved their lips apart, he began a slow rhythm of easing in and out of her.
She sighed and rested her head on the desk. She was even less prepared for how good he felt inside her than she was for the initial pain. She didn't know enough of how she should move to do much more than lie there and let him pleasure her. Not that he seemed to be complaining. His face was a masque of determined passion that had her body reacting with even more need. She glided her hands over the planes of muscles that graced her rookie's magnificent body, trying to return the feelings of euphoria he was giving to her.
Inspired by her dainty caress, he shifted the weight of his upper body to one hand as he lifted his right to caress her breasts in turn. As he rolled her left nipple between his fingers, she bit her lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. When she finally spoke, it was to pant an order up at him.
"Faster, Leon." He wordlessly obliged, causing her panting to become more broken.
Leon was silent as he watched her writhe beneath him. She was so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. As she slid her hands around him and massaged the muscles of his shoulders and upper back, he found himself losing control. He began thrusting into her more forcefully.
She moaned his name, and wrapped her arms and legs more tightly around him. Her fingers danced across his lower back, and then dug into his muscles, pulling him against her with more speed and force.
"You want it harder, Sweetheart?" he whispered.
"Ohhhh, God, Leon! Yes!" she replied breathlessly
He lifted himself to sit on his haunches, pulling out of her. He cringed a bit at the sight of her virgin blood on his manhood, but shook it off quickly. He pulled her closer and pushed her legs back towards her, essentially folding her in half.
"Hold the backs of your thighs," he ordered, also quite out of breath.
"Okay."
He moved closer to her as she obeyed his command. He leaned over her and entered her again, penetrating completely this time.
"Holy shit!" she hissed.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh, God! Leon, it's so good!"
He kissed her fiercely. "You gonna cum for me?" he whispered. She nodded, her mouth agape, but unable to do much more than make sharp little vocalizations in time with his thrusting. "You're so fucking tight, Claire. I can't believe how tight you are." He put a hand between them to rub her clit. Her face contorted and her eyes widened. "Fuck! You just got so much tighter, Baby. You close?" She nodded slowly, and then stiffened as she regained the power of speech.
"LEON!"
He was the next to stiffen. "Claire!" he gritted out from between clenched teeth. He thrust into her rapidly, plowing her with reckless abandon, unable in the throes of near orgasm to be careful for her sake. She couldn't blame him. It was her own damn fault for feeling so incredible around his cock.
He buried himself deep and kissed her just as deeply as the first waves of release washed over him. They both groaned as he began to shiver, shooting his load deep inside her.
The feel of his climax triggered a second for her, and she gripped his back with her nails, digging ten small furrows in his skin. He didn't even notice the pain.
They gasped through their common bond of ecstasy, Leon absently dragging her left arm from around his back and taking a hold of Claire's left hand, intertwining their fingers. When the last ripples had passed up and down his spine, he collapsed on top of her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly, and then caressing his back.
When their breathing had calmed to normal, and the erratic thrumming of their hearts had slowed to a more comfortable pace, he lifted his head, which now weighed about a hundred tons. He stared into her eyes.
"You're so gorgeous, Claire."
She smiled. "Thank you, Leon."
He grinned at her. He didn't know it, but she was thinking that she could fall in love with that grin. Truth be told, she wasn't so sure she hadn't already. "It's not necessary for you to thank me for telling the truth," he assured her. He pulled out of her slowly. She winced, shivered, and sighed blissfully.
"I wasn't thanking you for the compliment. I was thanking you for making my first time so special."
He gave her a disbelieving look. "I had sex with you on your brother's desk."
She sighed and pulled him closer for a tight embrace. "Don't cheapen what we shared, Leon. I don't care where it happened. It was beautiful."
He sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. "Claire?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you go out on three dates with me?"
She chuckled. "Absolutely."
"So, that's basically how it happened . . . minus the details, of course," Leon concluded, having told Chris the bare minimum while silently reminiscing about his first sexual interlude with Claire.
He pulled himself out of his musings and looked at Chris. The other man was staring back at him. Neither of them said a word as they stared at each other, unblinking.
And then, Chris punched Leon in the face . . . again.
Leon sighed and pressed a beer can to his jaw, reflecting on the irony of how right he'd been so many years ago in Raccoon City about Chris's reaction if he ever found out that Leon had made love to an untouched Claire on Chris's desk less than two hours after meeting the nineteen-year-old. He rolled his eyes then closed them, concentrating on the relief he felt from the chilled aluminum against his face. His nose wasn't swollen, so he hoped his jaw would be okay with the help of his impromptu alcoholic icepack.
"Look, there's no way for me to say I claimed your little sister's virginity on your desk without it sounding awful, so I'll grant you that punch. But, I still want you to know that I meant no disrespect. I wasn't trying to get into her shorts, and I never thought that would happen, especially not there, but I was falling in love with her. So, when she kissed me, and I asked her if she was sure, and she said 'yes' . . . well." He sighed and drank some more beer. "I don't regret it, Chris. It might not have been the right thing to do, but I don't regret what we shared, and I'm proud to have been her first lover, and the first man who ever felt her orgasm."
Chris's eyes widened. "You got her off?"
Leon looked surprised at the urgency with which the question was asked. "Twice."
Chris smiled, male pride for his friend winning out over fraternal protectiveness for the moment. He clinked his can against Leon's. His friend flinched as the force of the two cans striking resounded in his jaw. "Nice one, Rookie." Then he realized something Leon said. "Wait . . . what do you mean you were in love with her?"
"I meant what I said. I fell in love with Claire from the moment she pulled the clip on that Browning, slapped the magazine back in, cocked it, set the safety, and put it in the waistband of her too short shorts."
Chris smirked. "Yeah. And then ten minutes later, you were in love with Ada."
Leon said, "No, I just thought Ada was attractive. But I still only wanted Claire."
Chris quoted back what Leon said to Ashley at the end of the mission to Spain about Ada being a part of him he'd never be rid of.
Leon quirked a suspicious dirty blond brow. "When did you start gossiping with Ashley?"
"Ark told me that Lott told him that Ashley told him what you told her in Spain." Leon frowned, now wondering why Lott was gossiping about him with Ashley. Chris saw the look on his face and chuckled. He knew exactly what Leon was thinking. "Lott's jealous. He likes Ashley, but she won't shut up about you. Well, Ashley likes him, too. She gets that you were just a crush, and she was trying to reassure him that you were already taken. Being as he was still jealous, he blabbed it to his dad, who you already know can't keep anything to himself. How Ark Thompson ended up as a secret agent, I will never understand. The only way anyone has ever been able to shut his trap is by wiping his memory."
Leon laughed and said, "Don't make fun of my best friend in his absence."
Chris chuckled. "I'll stop making fun of Big Mouth when you stop laughing at my comments." Leon chuckled again. "Now," Chris continued. "Getting back to Ada . . . ."
Leon's smile faded. "I admit I said what she says I did, but I didn't mean it how Ashley took it. I had thought Ada was dead since Raccoon City. Dead because of me, Chris. I had finally accepted that fact before leaving for the rescue mission to Spain, and I swore I would not fail to protect Ashley as I'd failed to protect Ada. And who should I find there? Fucking Ada, alive and kicking . . . kicking my ass, to be precise." Leon started to loosen his belt and smirked at Chris. "Wanna see the scar?"
Chris pulled a face and said, "Absolutely not." Leon chuckled. Chris took a swig of beer and sighed. "If that scar is from your dealings with being in an outbreak situation with Ada the same way you dealt with being in one with Claire in Raccoon City, I really don't wanna see it."
Leon looked surprised and shook his head. "Chris. I've never slept with Ada. Remember, I thought she was dead until a few years ago, and when I found her again, she put a gun to the back of my head and stole the Las Plagas sample after I saved her life. Then she left me with a jet ski key and two minutes to find Ashley and get out of the compound. I was lucky to make it out alive." He took another hefty swig of beer. "She plays games too much. If I fucked her, I'd be afraid to wake up without genitals. No, thank you." He paused for a while looking off into the distance, contemplating whether or not to tell Chris the whole story. Finally, he decided that it might be the proof he needed to convince his on again/off again girlfriend's brother to stop hitting him in the face. His mind made up, he continued. "She tried you know."
"What do you mean?" Chris asked with a look of confusion.
Leon replied, "Ada . . . she tried to seduce me. She showed up at my condominium about a month after Spain, with a short trench coat on and nothing but a teddy underneath."
"What did you do?" Chris asked, chomping on potato chips with a look of interest. This was getting good.
"I drew my gun from under my pillow and told her to get the fuck out of my home before I killed her."
Chris smiled. "What was her reaction?"
Leon frowned. "She looked shocked. I think she thought that I would still be that innocent, enamored young rookie cop that she fucked over in Raccoon City. Well, she's a big part of the reason that he's dead. Now, all that's left is someone that no one but a sociopath double agent like her, a grieving sister-slash-special operative like Angela, and a spoiled teenager like Ashley would ever want."
"And Claire."
Leon smiled. "Yeah. And for some reason, Claire. I'll never understand what she saw in me that night to want to give me such a precious gift. What's got me even more stunned is why she has always insisted that she has never regretted it, even when we were in a bad place."
Chris grinned and said, "Leon, you don't give yourself enough credit."
Leon shrugged and said, "What credit is there that I deserve? The gloomy person I've become was never good enough for Claire."
"You think that, and yet you had sex with her four more times."
He sighed. "I hear ya, Chris. It's just that I'm weak when it comes to Claire. She could probably just as easily ask me to shoot myself in the ass, as make love to her, and I'd still have done it. She's just so . . . Chris, I don't even have the words to describe how much I love your sister." He turned to his friend. "For disrespecting you by doing what we did on your desk, Chris, I am so sorry. I just couldn't tell her 'no'. Not when she looked like she would be so disappointed."
Chris sighed. They sat in silence for a while. Finally, Chris said, "It's cool."
Leon turned to his friend, a genuine look of surprise on his face. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
"But, I mean . . . I fucked your sister on your desk," he muttered in disbelief.
Chris frowned. "Yeah! Yeah, I know! Shit! Would you rather I stay pissed at you?"
Leon sighed and looked down at his hands sadly. "That's damned decent of you, Bro." The secret service agent slugged the BSAA agent in the arm. "Thank you, Chris. I thought maybe we wouldn't still be friends after you found out."
Chris smirked and returned the slug in the arm, more playful than the two prior punches he'd delivered to Leon's person. "Ah, quit your moping around. Let's just move on. When was the second time?"
Leon finished his beer before answering. "After we escaped and I was recovering."
Chris popped a fresh beer for each of them. "Do tell."