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: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate it. I hope those who enjoyed it also like this chapter. There's a loooong lemon in it. My gift to you.
CHAPTER 2: On the Run
Atlantic City, New Jersey: a one-bedroom suite in the Atlantic Palace Suites Hotel
Leon, Claire, and Sherry were now five hundred miles and one week away from Raccoon City. Or rather, what was left of Raccoon City.
The two young adults had been shocked when they were sitting in a diner in upstate New York drinking coffee and eating breakfast when they heard about how the city they'd vacated only a few days before had met its end. Sherry continued to eat her Belgian waffle, showing no sign that she registered the news at all.
Leon remained quiet and solemn for the rest of the day. He was still very tired from the constant pain and throbbing of the bullet wound in his left shoulder. Finding out that he and the two young ladies with him could just as easily be nuclear waste instead of eating a cheap breakfast wasn't helping his mood.
Sherry dealt with her grief by having nightmares every time she closed her eyes for more than five minutes. Thankfully for Claire and Leon, the frequency of Sherry's nightmares had decreased during their travels.
Claire took out her frustrations over the tragedy on the highway and everyone else who traveled on it by sinking into a bitter road rage as she drove the three of them south on Route 1. She had only raised Leon's and Sherry's eyebrows briefly when she'd hotwired a stolen car for them the first time. She had smirked and said a friend taught her. Leon reminded himself that she was a biker chick and probably had a lot of criminal friends. Little did he know that it was his own almost colleague in the police department, Jill Valentine, who'd taught her.
Despite her brutal treatment of other drivers on the road all day, that night, Claire had gone to bed in their motel room and cried herself to sleep. She had nightmares about the faces of all the people who she, Sherry, and Leon had tried to convince to escape with them in Raccoon City. None of them had listened, choosing to hide in their homes and various reinforced buildings instead. Claire dreamt about them being blown to atoms by the nuclear warhead that had reduced the once quiet New England hamlet to a crater.
During that first night, Leon had slept on the couch in their room as they didn't want Sherry to be weirded out by them if they slept in the same bed. Instead, Claire and Sherry had shared the king sized bed.
Leon had watched Claire and Sherry toss and turn, moaning in their sleep from nightmares of zombies and mutant giants with huge eyeballs on their shoulders. When he had gotten up to cover Claire when she kicked her blanket on the floor, he learned that one should never approach her when she's asleep . . . at least, not without body armor. When he had re-covered her with the fallen blanket, she had nailed him with a fist to the left shoulder.
"AHHH!" Leon had screamed and fallen to the ground. She had missed the bullet wound, but the hit had still sent painful vibrations shooting through his injured joint.
"Oh, my God! Leon, I'm so sorry!"
He had tried to tell her it was okay, but the only sound he'd been able to produce was a weak grumble of agony. Sherry had never even flinched. They'd quickly discovered in their travels that she was a deep sleeper when she wasn't having nightmares.
Claire had helped Leon up from the floor and back to the couch, had tended his wound very carefully, and had then given him a dose of Percocet stolen from a pharmacy just outside of Raccoon City. She had pilfered pain killers of many types, and everything she would need to suture Leon's bullet wound, and then care for it. Again, Leon had raised a brow at her when she'd picked the lock on the back door of the pharmacy. She brushed a tear from her eye when she thought about how that mom-and-pop pharmacy and the elderly couple hiding within who were too frightened to leave with their three young visitors were now so much radioactive dust in the wind that blew around the place where Raccoon City, New Hampshire used to be.
Once Leon was settled on the couch, Claire had kissed him good night. He had smiled. It was the first kiss they'd shared since they had made love in the S.T.A.R.S. office. He had thanked her and gone back to sleep.
Now, they were in a suite in Atlantic City, New Jersey, hiding from the Umbrella agents that had been following them in a vehicle with the red and white logo on the door. It was easy to disappear in a place like Atlantic City, especially after Claire traded out their car for a different one, and started to wear a blonde wig. Sherry wore a brunette wig of curly pigtails. Leon wore a baseball cap and grew out his facial hair into a scruffy mustache and beard. They had successfully given their pursuers the slip.
"Leon, do you need more Percocet?"
"No, Sherry. I'm okay right now. Thanks." He smiled at her and held out his right arm. "Come watch TV with me, kiddo."
The little girl grinned and got up from the table where she'd just finished reading one of the Oz books. She ran over to him and plopped down beside him on the pullout couch in the outer sitting area of their suite. She curled up against him and rested her head on his chest. They were both more comfortable than they'd been in days, thanks to the accommodations.
Atlantic Palace was a non-casino suite hotel. Without a casino, it was cheaper to stay in than most Atlantic City hotels, so it was within their limited budget. However, to compete with the casino hotels that shared its boardwalk locale, it made up for the lack of on-site gambling with lots of amenities. First of all, every room was a suite. In addition, the staff was super friendly and helpful. Room service was particularly inexpensive, and the food was excellent. The hotel even offered a free daily continental breakfast to its guests. The three Raccoon City survivors loaded up on the food every morning to cut down on their expenses.
Not that that was a problem anymore.
Leon and Claire had both emptied their bank accounts back in New Hampshire, so every transaction they made was with cash only, and therefore, untraceable. And then, Leon had quadrupled their money at the blackjack tables, so they were currently in good shape financially.
"What are we watching?" Sherry asked as Leon wrapped his good arm around her.
"New show. C.S.I."
"Cool. I love this show."
"Me too. You finished your book right on time. It's just starting."
They watched the show for the next hour. Claire had gone to the business center to use the internet and track any news about Raccoon and Umbrella. She came in and joined them for the last ten minutes of their show. When it ended, Claire and Leon shared a smile over Sherry's head as the young girl yawned into Leon's arm.
"Sherry, it's late," Claire announced. "You should hit the hay. We're getting up early in the morning to go load up on the continental breakfast."
"Okay, Claire."
The little girl went into the bedroom, and came out with her pajamas in her hand. She went into the bathroom to shower and change. While the child was out of the room, Leon absently pulled Claire against him, and she rested her head on the right side of his chest.
"How are you feeling?" she asked him as she absently stroked his abdomen.
"Fine."
"Hurting?"
"Not right now."
She hugged his middle. "I'm glad."
He kissed her crown and squeezed her closer to him.
Leon changed the channel until they got to the eleven o'clock news. They watched in silence until the first commercial break. Claire sighed. "Looks like the cover-up is still firmly in place."
"Yeah. Looks that way," Leon replied sullenly. The news anchors were still calling Raccoon City's destruction 'a tragic accident' caused by an explosion at the nuclear power plant that had been located on the outskirts of the town. "How about the underground websites you mentioned? Did they have anything useful to say?"
Claire shook her head. "Nothing. This thing must go all the way to Washington if even the conspiracy nerds at Harvard haven't got a clue."
"How do you know them, anyway?"
"I was a sophomore before all this happened."
Leon looked at her in surprise. "You went to Harvard?"
"Yeah." She turned her head up to face him. "What? A girl can't rock Harleys and textbooks?"
Leon smiled outwardly, but he had to admit to himself that he was more than a little intimidated. He wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but he was more street-smart than book-smart, for certain. He'd always been a bit of a jock, playing baseball and basketball in high school, but his average grades were B's and C's. He'd gotten an associate degree before going into the police academy, but only because he'd heard he would have a better chance of making it to high rank with some college under his belt.
However, the woman lying against him at that moment wasn't just book-smart, she was ivy league-smart. For the first time in what would be a long and tumultuous partnership between them, Leon felt unworthy of her.
Claire caressed his stubbly cheek before kissing it and getting up to go get ready for bed. He watched her go into the bedroom, then winked at Sherry as she exited the bathroom. Claire blew him a kiss as she went into the bathroom. He smiled, feeling more at ease with his place in her affections.
Once he was alone again, Leon returned his attention to the nightly news. When Claire finished washing up, he pulled out the pullout bed from the couch, and then grabbed a pair of sweatpants before taking over the bathroom. He showered, being cautious of his shoulder, and got dressed. He brushed his teeth and changed his wound dressing. He didn't wear a shirt, preferring to leave his shoulder uncovered at night.
When he was finished, he went back out to his pull-out couch. He was surprised to find Claire lying there reading a copy of Popular Mechanic. She was dressed in a pair of women's sweatpants that were the same dark blue color as his own, as well as a tight heather grey tee. They'd stocked up on clothes during their travels at a Target in southern Massachusetts.
"Claire? What are you doing out here?"
"Not that you're complaining or anything," she muttered then licked her fingertip before turning the page.
"Definitely not," he said as his eyes traveled her figure.
"Sherry snores. It's like sleeping next to a '57 Chevy in desperate need of a new muffler. I'm sleeping with you tonight."
Leon chuckled. "You know, I thought that ruckus was you the first night."
She smiled. "Jerk."
He laughed as he stretched out beside Claire. "Sorry. I mean, I'm not saying you look like you snore. I thought it was unlikely for it to be you making that racket, either. But it was at least more likely to be an adult than Sherry. I can't tell you how shocked I was when I realized that God awful sound was coming from such a tiny girl."
They both laughed then Claire tossed her magazine onto the coffee table Leon had pushed aside to make room for his bed. She leaned over her bedmate's torso to kiss him lingeringly.
"Mmm. Minty. Seems I've discovered another perk to sleeping out here."
"Likewise." He rubbed his right hand up and down her back. She sighed and closed her eyes, relishing his gentle caress. He misinterpreted her response to his affections. "Tired?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "Not at all. But if you're tired, I can move over so you can get some sleep."
"No, I'm not tired." He kissed her. She returned the kiss and caressed his chest. "That feels nice."
"From this end, too," she said with a sultry little smile.
He smirked. "You flirtin' with me, Harvard?"
"Maybe," she replied noncommittally. "You interested?"
"Maybe." He pulled her hair tie off, freeing the mass of shiny reddish-brown silk that he coveted so much. "God, I love your hair."
"I love your hair, too," she said, combing her fingers through his straight blond fringe, and then pushing it back from his face. "It's find of emo, but it's sexy on you."
He chuckled. "Kind of a backhanded compliment, there."
"Sorry."
"No worries. I'm made of tougher stuff."
She smiled seductively. "Show me."
"How?"
"Fool around with me, bad shoulder and all."
He chuckled. "I didn't think you wanted to do that with me anymore."
"Of course I do. I've been stealing your kisses for a week." She demonstrated her point. "But we've been running for our lives with a kid in tow. Not to mention the fact that you were hurt. I only ask now because Sherry is sleeping the sleep of a thousand Benadryls and you look like you're doing better."
He chuckled. "I am, thanks to you."
"My pleasure, Officer Kennedy." She wiggled her eyebrows at him. Her last statement, apparently, was meant to be a double entendre.
He narrowed his eyes. "You're a naughty woman, Claire Redfield."
"I will have you know I am a perfect angel. Now, take off your pants."
Leon started to chuckle. "I still have that condom in my wallet."
"Dude, do you have something against my vagina that you keep trying to put a layer between us?"
He barked a laugh. "No! But you're not on the pill this time. The last thing we need you to be right now is pregnant."
She smirked. "Who says I'm not on the pill?"
He quirked a brow. "You still have your birth control pills?"
She shook her head. "No. Those are in my dorm room. But I did replace them. I stole half a year's worth of Ortho TriCyclen from that pharmacy outside Raccoon. I haven't missed a dose."
"Why'd you steal birth control pills?" he asked in confusion.
She started to laugh. "Leon, I was completely compliant to my prescription while I was a virgin. Do you think that now that I'm getting laid I'd miss a pill?"
He smiled and nodded. She stole them so they could be together without worry. He was relieved. She must have considered him to be more than just a one-time thing all along.
"We'll need to be quiet."
"Not particularly. Sherry would need a grenade to go off on her pillow to wake up once she's asleep. For example, she fell out of bed two days ago. Never woke up." Leon's laughter redoubled at the mental image.
While he tried to switch his mood from amused to aroused, he stood up on the bed to obey her order to take off his pants. He smiled down at Claire as he untied the drawstring on his sweats. She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "Quit making faces at me," he chuckled. "I'm already laughing at Sherry. You're gonna make it impossible for me to get a hard-on."
She gestured for him to hurry. "Less talking . . . more stripping."
He laughed again. She was determined to make him chuckle his way through their makeout session. He got his laughter mostly under control as he dropped his pants and boxers.
He stretched out beside her again, his head resting against the top of the couch. Now naked, he was surprisingly uncomfortable with the fact that she was still clothed. "Aren't you gonna get undressed?"
"In a little bit. Let me just enjoy the view for a minute." She stared down his body. "I've missed seeing you like this." She inched closer, lounging with her head held up just above his right arm. "You're so damned attractive, it should be illegal."
He smiled. "Thank you. Coming from someone as sexy as you are, that's a hell of a compliment."
She didn't thank him with words. Instead, she placed a hand on his bicep and leaned down to kiss his good shoulder. She then looked up to face him and pressed her lips to his. They kissed a few times, as she ran her hand lightly over his six pack.
When they parted, she admitted to him, "I want to try something new with you."
"Like what?"
"Can I . . . go down on you?" She sounded nervous, like she was afraid she'd overstepped some invisible boundary.
He stared at her in disbelief for a moment. Finally, he replied. "Does a man exist who would actually answer 'no' to that question?"
She giggled. "I take it that's a 'yes'?" He nodded. "Okay. I warn you that I've never done this before."
"I don't think there's a wrong way to do that to a man between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-one."
"That's all? You're only two years older than I am. I thought you were older."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. I thought you were the same age as Chris." She placed her chin on his shoulder.
"How old is he?"
"Six years older than me."
"Gee, thanks. Just call me old."
She chuckled. "I'm not saying you look older. You just carry yourself in a mature way. And that Ada chick was like Chris's age, and you two dug each other, so . . . . Oh! Oh, Leon. I'm sorry! I didn't think." Her eyes were apologetic.
His face was solemn as he stared off into the distance. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's fine, Claire."
Her eyes fell to the mattress, guiltily. "No, it's not. I've upset you. I didn't mean to be insensitive. I know how much you cared about her."
He looked down at the top of her head. "Look, can we maybe not talk about this right now?"
She nodded but didn't look up. "Sure. Again, I'm sorry." She paused. "If you want me gone, I can go back in the bedroom with Sherry."
He frowned. "There's no need for that."
She nodded. "I guess you want to get some rest, then."
He looked down his body. He was still not hard. He sighed. "Not necessarily."
"Oh. Well, here." She reached onto the floor and picked up his sweats from where they'd been tossed a little earlier.
He frowned at her. "I see. You know, I'm not the one who brought her up. What are you punishing me for?"
Claire lifted her head and stared at him uncertainly. "Punishing you? What are you talking about?"
"You bring up something painful for me to discuss, and then you reject me because I'd rather continue fooling around than talk about it?"
Her eyes widened in shock. "You still want to . . . with me?"
"Of course. I mean, I'm kinda naked here."
She looked down at him and pointed at his cock. "He's still mad at me."
Leon's frown finally disappeared. He chuckled. "No, he's just sad because no one's touched him yet. Poor lonely fella."
Claire giggled and dropped his pants back onto the carpet. "I guess I can do something to cheer him up . . . if you don't mind."
He smiled at her longingly. "I don't mind at all."
They dropped all talk of Ada for the night, but in the back of Claire's mind, she continued to kick around the idea that Leon would rather be lying next to the late Asian woman instead of her. Now it was Claire who felt like her partner was only interested because she was convenient. She pushed away those thoughts and decided to just go with the flow. She'd take whatever she could get from him.
He lifted his arm so she could have better access to his body. She moved closer to him. He then lowered his arm onto her back, lightly caressing her soft skin where her T-shirt had ridden up. She slowly massaged his soft cock, coaxing it to become hard. Even when it was flaccid, it was intimidating. She looked up at his face expecting to see indifference. Instead, she saw passion. He leaned forward to kiss her, tracing her lips with his tongue.
When their kiss ended this time, Claire lifted his penis upright and lowered her head toward it. At the sudden feel of warmth and wetness, Leon's head dropped back against the top of the couch. He moaned softly as he continued to slowly run his fingers up and down her back, through her hair, and down onto her backside. She shivered with delight.
After a minute or so of gentle suction and playful licks, she lifted her head to look into his eyes for approval that she'd done it right. He caressed her cheek. "I want to see you, too now," he muttered.
Without a word, she got up onto her knees and pushed her pants down. She wore a black thong underneath. His eyes traveled down her thighs along with her sweats. "Stand up."
She obeyed the order, getting to her feet on the mattress. This time, he rose to his knees and grabbed the sides of her sweatpants. He lowered them then pulled them off her one leg at a time. He gazed up at her and smiled. He slid his hand up her flat stomach, pushing the T-shirt up with it. He bent to kiss her belly, gliding his hands around to give her rear a squeeze.
He smiled up at her. She returned the smile and bent to kiss him. He lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing it onto the floor. Her bra was black with a pink rose embroidered onto the left cup. "Very sexy," he said.
"Thanks."
He kneaded her breasts then bent to kiss her naval. She giggled and dropped to her knees again. He pulled her closer and kissed her, unhooking her bra in the process. She deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled the bra forward on her outstretched arms. She moved back so he could get it off. He threw it in the same direction he'd thrown her shirt.
He massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as he continued their kiss. She caressed his thighs and moaned into his mouth. He slid one hand around and down her back to massage her ass in the same rhythm as he squeezed her right breast. She took his now very hard cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke it. To show his gratitude of her attention, he bent to take her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it roughly then licking it gently. She sighed and caressed his back with her other hand. He moved his mouth to her other breast and repeated the sensual stimulation before plumbing her mouth with his tongue again.
This time when the kiss ended, she pushed her panties down off her hips. He looked down and watched as she lowered them further. She moved to her back and took them off completely. She placed her feet on the mattress with her knees up.
He glanced down her body and back up again. She was smiling up at him. He placed a hand on her left knee, the closest to where he was kneeling, but she swung her legs away from him with a mischievous little giggle. He narrowed his eyes at her and she laughed even more.
He leaned across her to kiss the right side of her neck. While she was so blissfully distracted, he snuck a hand between her thighs. She giggled and pushed him back. She rolled to her side to face his groin, stroked him a few times, then began to suck him again. She made sure to get it really wet this time. Leon groaned and stroked her hair as her head moved slowly back and forth. She applied more suction, causing his breath to catch. He bent to glide a hand down between her legs again, this time claiming the prize he sought. He stroked her slit a few times until she closed her thighs on his hand. He extricated it and went back to just running his fingers through her silken locks.
Claire moved to her knees again, and turned to face away from him. He caressed her hips, and then leaned down to kiss her backside. He got back up on his knees and marveled at the sight of naked Claire half bent over in front of him. He pushed her long hair over the front of her shoulders so it wouldn't block his view of her body. He then ran his hands down her back. He grabbed her rear under both cheeks and squeezed. She moaned and leaned up on her knees to press her back against his chest. He kissed her left shoulder, still kneading her ass. She moved her torso away, teasing him by bending over again. He licked the fingertips of his right hand and stroked his cock. He then used that hand to rub her sex, stimulating her clit. He moaned when he found her wet and ready for him.
He pushed on her spine, coaxing her onto her hands and knees with her back arched. He sighed and moved into position behind her. He stroked himself a few more times, placed the head of his cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed forward. They both sighed in relief as he eased his hips forward and she moved hers back just as unhurriedly, impaling herself on his cock.
He put both hands on her waist and used his grip to slowly move her hips back and forth to meet his gentle thrusts.
"Does it hurt this time, Sweetheart?"
"No," she whispered over her right shoulder. "It just feels good."
He lifted his left knee, planting his foot on the mattress, and leaned over her right shoulder to kiss her. He leaned back up, caressed her hips, and went back to work, a little faster this time.
When Claire lowered her head onto her arms, moaning softly under her breath, Leon moved his left arm around his back to get an unobstructed view of her round, perfect ass, lifted so enticingly into the air. Turned on by the sight, he moved his hips faster and a little harder against her. She felt so amazing to him, tight and wet and warm. He moved to balance on his right fist pressed into the mattress, and thrust into her with more force. His jaw dropped open and he moaned a little louder at the increased stimulation he'd achieved. The deep sound made her shiver, and she moaned a quiet reply.
Leon lifted himself back to an upright position then moved his hand back onto her lower back where he balanced himself with both arms. He then sped up his thrusting, causing Claire to moan loudly this time. He hissed through his teeth in response.
He continued to take her from behind, but was again unhappy with the position he was in. He got up onto both feet and stabilized himself by grabbing the top of her ass with both hands, and then pounded her deeper. Claire uttered a little shriek and gripped the edge of the mattress.
They both moaned almost continuously as he thrust into her over and over. When she was able to handle it, she released her grip on the mattress edge and got up onto her hands again, arching her back in a way that made Leon moan even louder and quicken his pace. She cried out brokenly, looking over her shoulder to stare into his eyes so he could see how much pleasure he gave her. He gasped at the sight of so much passion in her features, and bent to kiss her before sitting back on his haunches and grabbing her hips. He leaned back and drove himself in and out of her at a rapid pace. She breathed his name and gripped the edge of the bed again, this time so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, her voice now at double the volume it had been at a moment before. He groaned and reached under her to fondle her large breasts. He then gripped them and used them to pull her up onto her knees. He pressed her tightly back against him and she moved her hands back to grip his thighs. He never broke rhythm.
He pressed his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of wildflower shampoo. The feel of his warm breath on her skin had her body trembling again. She turned to face him and accepted his kiss. She then moved forward, letting him drop out of her tight orifice.
She turned slowly on her hands and knees, and laid down on her back. She lifted one shapely leg and moved it around to the other side of him. He caressed both legs and pushed them apart moving to kneel closer to her between them. He placed his hands under her legs and pulled her forward by her thighs. She put her hands behind her head and smiled up at him in anticipation. He stroked himself and entered her again. The renewed sensations of ecstasy rushed through them both, and they simultaneously threw their heads back and moaned.
Leon picked up a fast pace of thrusting almost immediately. Claire gripped her hair and lifted her head so she could watch him gliding in and out of her. Leon focused on the gentle bouncing of her heavy breasts.
They tried to stay focused on each other as Leon grabbed her ankles and continued to plow away at her, but the ripples of pleasure kept forcing them to tilt back their heads and yell. None of the four girls Leon had fucked in the past ever felt this tight, this wet, this . . . indescribable.
Claire couldn't believe that she'd wasted so much time with just bringing herself off when everything Leon did to her felt a million times better than masturbation. As she finished that thought, he tilted his hips and hit her G spot particularly hard, as if to prove her point. She gripped his thighs and stared at him, her eyes and mouth wide open. Why did she wait so long to have sex? Then again, it probably wouldn't have been the same with anyone else but this amazing man she'd come to adore.
They moaned louder and louder as Leon moved faster and deeper inside her. He released her ankles and leaned back, stabilizing himself on his palms. He began thrusting even harder, watching enthralled as her pussy swallowed him over and over.
She lifted her legs into the air and pointed her toes as the first waves of orgasm struck her all at once. She pressed her lips together to suppress a scream, but when he sped up again, her mouth fell open and she let out a hoarse cry.
He felt her erratic clenching and moaned almost as loudly as she had. He was right there with her throughout the build up to her climax, and when she dropped her head back onto the mattress and shivered through her first orgasm of the night, he bit out a curse and released a bit of pre-cum.
He moved to lean over her and kissed her deeply, slowing his penetration, but not decreasing its depth. He grinded himself into her sex, the muscles in his backside contracting with each plunge. She ran her fingers down his spine and squeezed his rear every time he pressed her pelvis into the mattress. She loved the feel of his muscular cheeks in her hands. The man had a perfect ass. Meanwhile, his assault on her lips did not cease as he delved his tongue in and out to the rhythm of the movement of his hips.
Once he had guided her down from her pinnacle, he secured himself on his knees, lifted his hips and started to pound her hard and fast again. Up and down went his hips, and in and out went his cock as she gripped his ass hard, giving it the occasional sound smack. He kissed her every time she struck him.
Her pleasure increased back to near orgasmic proportions pretty rapidly. She started to cry out again, so Leon slowed his thrusting and leaned down to kiss her more gently. He would lose it if she came again so soon, and he wasn't done with her yet.
He got up onto his knees and leaned back on his hands again. His thrusts became quicker, but he held back the force of his penetrations. She sighed and shuddered as the tickle in her clit slowly dissipated. Satisfied that she wouldn't cum yet, he moved to lie on top of her again so he could keep kissing her.
This continued for several minutes, with Leon leaning back and gently easing in and out of her every time she approached another release. Sweat poured off his body and dripped down onto hers from the effort he was putting into simultaneously pleasing her and holding back his own release.
When his left shoulder started to burn with the effort of holding himself up above her, he slowed to a halt then slowly pulled out of her.
"What's the matter, Baby?" she sighed.
"Nothing. Shoulder's acting up."
"Wanna stop?"
"Oh, no. You're not getting off that easy. Just let me get comfortable."
She smiled and ran her fingers up and down his left arm, hoping that the sensation would send relief up into his wound. He pushed her onto her side facing away from him and got onto his right side behind her. He placed the head of his penis against her sex and pushed into her. She moaned and lifted her leg to make his job easier. To reward her, he moved his hips back, and then forward, penetrating her deeper this time.
He grabbed her calf, holding her leg up. He then raised his own leg trying to find a position that would help him take her faster, harder, and deeper. Taking a pointer from his example, she held his leg up for him, too. Then she moved to her back, placed her other leg over his bottom one to help ground him so he could fuck her how he liked. She absently thought that they must look like an advertisement for the XXX version of the game of Twister.
As he thrust into her with a lot less difficulty, Claire reached down to rub her fingers over both his sacque and her clit. Her own juices coated her fingers and helped her to glide her hand back and forth across the meeting of their sex. She looked at Leon to gauge his reaction to her attentions. He looked like he was close to cumming, but she wasn't ready to stop yet. So, she asked him if he would let her go down on him again. He nodded and pulled out of her, settling his head and shoulders against the couch again.
She rolled over to face him and closed her lips around his glans. She had never tasted herself before. It was a strange sweet, tangy flavor that she didn't find at all unpleasant. She wondered if he would like it, too.
As she sucked him as deep as she could without gagging, she cupped his balls and ran her leg up and down one of his. She was happy to hear his moans get quieter and his breathing relax. Once he had calmed down considerably, he started to run his fingers through her hair, as well as up and down her back.
Second wind obtained, Leon lifted Claire's head away from his cock. He groaned as he watched her lick her lips clean of her own essence. He pushed her back onto her side, settled his hips behind her, and slid himself back into her tight heat. He put his leg on top of both of hers and fucked her as hard as he could. She screamed in time with his thrusts and cried out his name. He growled and kissed her, grateful for the stroke to his ego.
Like a man possessed, he kept fucking her until she felt the first stirrings of release in the pit of her stomach again. She could feel that coil at her nexus winding tightly again, ready to burst at any moment in an explosion of white hot pleasure.
When her inner muscles clenched him more rapidly, he moved his leg off of hers and grabbed her top leg, pushing it toward her until it was on her chest. She moved to her back once more and placed her other leg over his, keeping his position stable again. He thanked her by pushing even deeper inside her. Now at an equal state of arousal, they both knew this wasn't going to last much longer.
Claire caressed his chest and asked him to finish her from behind. Again, he could only nod as he was still panting breathlessly. He pulled out and they got into position to do it doggy-style again. He dug his fingers into one of her ass cheeks as he positioned himself at her opening. He entered her completely with one, smooth thrust and pounded her faster than before. His hips felt like they were moving of their own accord as he sought both their completions with all his remaining strength. He gripped her ass only with his right hand, letting his left arm dangle free so he wouldn't cause it to hurt again. He tilted his head back and waited for the inevitable.
Claire groaned, a sound that was bestial to both their ears. She fisted the sheet with both hands pushing her hips back to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting it, needing it, and . . . there it was.
She came harder than she ever had in her life.
Leon leaned down and kissed her briefly, but he didn't linger at her lips. He leaned back up to finish. He was so close. So very close. Her orgasm had kick started the beginnings of his own. He slapped her ass hard as he felt his scrotum tighten.
A few thrusts and Claire's elated moans were all he needed to get there. He stopped thrusting abruptly, voiced one loud, prolonged moan, and thrust into her three times, hard and deep, crying out on each thrust. His semen shot onto her cervix over and over. She cried out and came a third time. Ignoring how it hurt his shoulder, he gripped her hair and thrust twice more before releasing one last shuddering, strangled moan.
Once his body was back under his control, Leon moved his hips slowly, back and forth, not yet ready to pull out of his lover, but knowing he'd soon be too soft to keep it up. When that moment came, he let his cock slide out of Claire's sex. His flaccid manhood plopped wetly against his thigh. He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and then moved back, bent down to face her sex from behind, and ran his tongue over her clit.
That answered her question about how he felt about her flavor. When he licked it again, she giggled and dropped onto her belly, away from his oral assault. She was too hypersensitive to appreciate it right then, but she was definitely going to hit him up for some more mouth loving at another time.
He chuckled and decided to give the teasing a rest. He grabbed her waist and pulled her up to lean against him, her back pressed tightly to his chest again. He kissed her lips, adoringly. He broke the kiss and moved her slightly forward so he could gaze down at her ass. It was perfection, glistening with the sweat from their combined efforts to reach their climax. He squeezed her firm flesh, then slid his fingers under her to toy with her wetness.
She sighed and sat back on her ankles. He leaned around her and balanced on his right fist. She allowed him to kiss her deeply again. She sighed and stroked his arm, coaxing his hand back down between her legs. He obeyed her silent request and slid two fingers into her heat. She shivered and gripped his arm tightly, delving her tongue between his lips, forcing his own back to dominate their kiss.
When they finally broke the kiss, he caressed her face, her back, and finally her hair, kissing the top of her head. She hugged him tightly. He took a deep breath and released it against her crown. She leaned back and smiled into his eyes. "God, Leon. You are such a fantastic lover."
He smirked with male pride, but returned the compliment. "So are you."
She chuckled. "Hardly. I'm just still virgin-tight, so you can't help but like it. If I keep taking that monster inside me though, that's not gonna last very long."
He laughed breathlessly. "My ego thanks you."
"He's quite welcome." She kissed him lightly.
He returned the peck and moved to stand up on the bed. "We need a shower."
She slapped his ass as he walked off the bed to the carpeted floor. "Especially you, Sweaty."
He chuckled and reached back to pull her to her feet. She held his hand daintily as she stepped down off the bed, as if they were a couple in the 18th century and he was helping her down from their carriage. "My gratitude, kind sir."
"My pleasure, dear lady."
She giggled and hugged him around his waist, sighing blissfully. "You're a pretty awesome catch, Beanpole."
"Likewise, Tadpole."
He ran to the bathroom as she tried to smack his good arm. She took off after him, but he shut the door in her face.
"I'm not short!" she shouted. "You're just freakishly tall!"
"Stop yelling," he answered through the door. "You'll wake Sherry."
"Oh, please!" she laughed. "I couldn't do that with a bazooka!"
He smiled and opened the door a crack. "If you hit me again, I'll have to arrest you for domestic violence."
She smirked. "Oooo. Will you use handcuffs?"
He chuckled and opened the door to let her in. "You sure know how to break a man down, Claire."
She sauntered past him and stroked his cheek stubble. "Yeah. It's a gift."
Chris watched Leon's face light up as he told him almost nothing about the second time he had made love to Claire. All he said was, 'We did it on the pull out couch in our hotel suite a week after Raccoon City. Sherry was sleeping like the dead in the next room, so we didn't have to worry about making her uncomfortable.' Then he silently drifted into LaLa Land with that goofy grin plastered across his mug.
Chris let that continue for over two minutes before he decided that enough was enough. He snapped his fingers in front of Leon's face. "Earth to Rookie."
Leon blinked rapidly, and turned to face Chris. "Oh, sorry. Got caught up in the memories."
"S'okay. I really don't want to know anymore than you already told me about what happened. I just want to know if she was okay with it."
"Yeah."
"Did you hurt her?"
"You mean because it was her second time?" Chris nodded. "No. She was fine."
"Good. Then I have no complaints."
Leon smiled. "Then I shouldn't prepare to duck?"
"Not at present."
"How generous of you."
"Yeah. I thought so, too." Both men chuckled. "So, you were officially an item then, huh?"
Leon nodded. "Yup. She was my 'Baby'."
"So, what ended it?"
Leon's smile changed to a look of exhaustion. He didn't want to answer that, but he assumed Chris would misinterpret any attempts he made at stalling. He was tired of getting hit in the fucking face, so he decided to be honest.
"You did."
Chris looked surprised. "Me?"
"Yeah."
"How the hell is it my fault? I wasn't even there."
"That's precisely what the problem was. She still didn't know where you were other than you had gone to Paris to hit up the main Umbrella offices. She wanted to go find you, still determined to insure your safety. She told me so when we went to bed that night. She said she wanted to take some of my blackjack winnings and fly to France to look for you. I told her I didn't want her going alone to enter an Umbrella facility without me. We ended up having our first real fight over it. I hated that we went to bed angry on the same night that she became my girlfriend."
"Well, why didn't you just come with her if you were so worried?"
Leon frowned, not at Chris, but at the memory of what happened the next day.
"She never gave me the chance. She took the money she needed and left that same night. She hotwired another car and took off for the Atlantic City airport. She left a note saying that I could never understand how she felt about you because I still had all my family. She said that when you guys lost your parents, you became all each other had. She said she had to know that you were okay. She said she was sorry it had to be that way and she hoped in time I would understand. She left a separate note for Sherry. I gave it to her, and she read it. She cried all day, and wouldn't take off Claire's vest. I never asked her what her letter said."
Chris felt terrible to have been an unknowing part of their first fight and separation. "I'm sorry, Leon."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything."
"That's exactly right. I didn't do anything. When the S.T.A.R.S. fell, I didn't call Claire. I just took off on my fucking crusade, not sparing a thought for the people I was leaving behind. Not Jill, not Claire, not Barry. My only sister, and she would have never been in that mess if I had just called her and told her to stay away.
Leon smiled. "Claire would be alive, but Sherry and I would be dead if you'd done that. She saved my life, too back in Raccoon. I don't regret that she came there. Even if I'd survived, I would have never met her. It was all worth it for us to be together."
Chris smiled. "You really love her, don't you?"
"With all my heart."
Chris slapped Leon on the back companionably before continuing his questioning. "Then I ask you again, why didn't you go after her? You knew where she was going. You could have followed her."
"Sure. And what was I supposed to do with Sherry?"
Chris shrugged. "I see your point."
"It would have been nice if Claire had seen it."
"What did she think you should do with Sherry?"
"Oh, she thought that I should stay behind and watch her. I wanted her to wait another week until my arm was better and I'd earned a little more money. I knew my aim would be for shit with a busted shoulder. We needed weapons if we were gonna storm the gates of an Umbrella facility. And I wanted to take Sherry to my godparents' house in Ohio. There was no paper trail leading from me to them, so I knew she'd be safe there. Claire said she couldn't wait because in a week, you could be dead."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Such drama over nothing. I was fine. I was in hiding, planning to raid the same facility she went into." Leon nodded. "So, what did you do?"
"I asked her to sleep on it and to talk about it with me in the morning. We'd had a beautiful night, and I didn't want to ruin it by going to bed angry with each other. She told me it was too late to prevent that, rolled over so her back was to me, and I thought she went to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, she was gone and there was a sealed envelope with my name on the back on her pillow. Sherry's envelope was on the coffee table."
Chris sighed. "Claire's such a damn hothead. Sorry she hurt you like that."
"I wasn't hurt, I was pissed. Mostly for Sherry. That kid worshipped the ground Claire walked on. Everyday that Claire didn't come back she would ask me if Claire was gonna die. I tried my best to comfort her, but I wasn't Claire. Claire was her hero, and always will be."
Chris smiled. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
Leon smirked. "Maybe just a little. I love that kid, you know? It hurts a little to be her second favorite adoptive parent."
"Not true."
"It is true."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Stop acting like your hairstyle."
Leon chuckled. "Stop calling me an emo, Steroids."
Chris barked a loud laugh. "Touché, Rookie. So what happened next?"
"Three days after Claire left, Sherry and I were captured by the government. They arrested me under the pretense of my card counting in the casinos being a federal offense, but it wasn't long before I discovered that the real reason I'd been taken into custody was to be offered a job."
"And Sherry?"
"She was placed into protective custody."
"I see. So I guess you were out of the mix until Claire emailed you."
"Correct. Sherry and I were held in custody together at first, then I went into training. When I had time off, I spent it with Sherry." Leon opened another beer. He was starting to really feel the alcohol now. Chris looked like he could put away another case or two without batting an eye. Leon sighed. At least he was relaxed while having to relive painful memories of his conflicts with both Sherry and Claire. "Your sister emailed me with her location and yours, as well as the message that you were being watched by Umbrella."
"Right. And you called me in Paris, and told me what happened to her."
"And then you threatened to kill me."
Chris bust out laughing at the memory. "No, I threatened to maim you. Big difference."
"Uh huh. I told you I was Claire's friend and I told you the things she told me about your past that only the two of you would know."
"And I believed you."
"Yeah, after like half an hour of arguing, threats, and generally being a dick."
Chris chuckled. "Yeah. Well, I kind of believed you before that. I finally remembered your name as the new guy that was supposed to join the force. I remembered you because you were a college grad. Weren't too many of those on the RPD force. Plus, Rebecca had gone all teen groupie over your photo."
Leon chuckled. "She did? Remind me to tease her about it the next time I see her."
"Billy will kick your ass."
"Not if I tell him my mission tactical strategy was modeled after him."
Chris's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Mullet warfare, remember?"
Chris sputtered his beer, coughing and laughing. When he finally got his breathing to rights, he said, "You're trying to kill me, man!"
"Sorry," Leon chuckled.
"No, that was funny. Don't apologize." He gulped his beer. "Woo! That was a good one!" He got his chuckles under control, and then continued. "Now then, after I got the info from you, you told me to go ahead to Rockfort and you would join me. Why didn't you do that?"
"I tried."
"I didn't ask if you tried, I asked why you broke your word."
Leon frowned. "I didn't break my word. I took a beating behind that!"
"What beating?"
"I was being trained by an elite government program to be the best of the best. But I was also a prisoner. I couldn't just leave. I had to escape. I tried three times in one day. I got caught every time. Finally, I was taken before my commanding officer, Jack Krauser. You remember him, right? From the Kennedy Report?"
Chris frowned. "Yeah, I remember that punk bitch. Kidnapping a little teenager from school. But you kicked his ass, didn't you?"
"Blew him away."
"Good." Chris looked at Leon's right cheek. "Claire was pissed about that scar. It was a little too close to being a mortal wound for her peace of mind. If you hadn't killed him, she would have."
Leon smirked. "Not so much when she first saw it."
"Harvardville?"
"Yeah. Anyway, Krauser had me held by two men and beaten until I was unconscious. I spent a week in the infirmary."
Chris frowned. If Leon or Claire hadn't killed Krauser, he would have been next in line. "Harvardville was five years after Rockfort Island and Antarctica. I didn't get the impression that you and Claire spent too much time together during those years."
Leon closed his eyes, trying not to get overwhelmed by the pain that resurfaced with those memories. "We didn't."
Chris watched his friend fight the despair his memories produced. He shook his head and sighed. "I don't get it, Leon. Claire was all googly-eyed over the prospect of seeing you again when I told her you sent me to rescue her, although there was an undertone of sadness that I didn't get at the time. I'm guessing now that I've heard the whole story that it was probably due to guilt over the way she'd ditched you."
"You're probably right. I got the same feeling when I saw her again."
"Well, seeing as how she was all 'Leon this' and 'Leon that', I asked her outright if something sexual was going on between you."
Leon quirked a blond brow, not knowing what to expect from his unpredictable sweetheart. "What did she say?"
"She said I should get my filthy mind out of the gutter, and that even if my suspicions had been true, it was none of my fucking business."
Leon chuckled. "Liar, liar, pants on fire."
"Okay, I don't wanna hear about my sister's pants being on fire if it's coming from you." Leon smirked and shook his head in amusement. Chris took a drag off his beer, staring at his comrade-in-arms all the while. Finally, he tossed his hand up in frustration. "Jesus, man! What the hell happened between you two? I mean, for Claire to lie to me about your relationship, you must have meant a lot to her. And I can tell from what you've said so far that she meant the world to you, too. How could it end up that way, with you two not hardly speaking for like half a decade? I mean, I know the government kept you busy. After all, we kept running into each other on outbreaks, when BSAA and the Secret Service did joint missions."
Leon raised his beer. "That's how we became bros." Chris smiled and clinked his can with his friend's.
"Right. And you always asked me how Claire was and I would tell you to visit her, and you'd say when you had the time. Then I'd ask Claire when she last saw you, and she'd say she hadn't. I'd ask when she last talked to you, and she'd still say she hadn't. But knowing you like I do now, Leon, I've never known a more loyal man. And Claire is the same way. I just don't get why you'd let yourselves drift apart like that."
"Oh, there was no drifting. We ended it quite abruptly."
Chris's face fell. "Really?"
"Yeah. It was pretty bad."
"What happened?"
"We had another fight. Big one this time."
Chris looked guilty again. "God, it wasn't over me again, was it?"
"Nah," Leon reassured his friend. "It wasn't about you. It was about Sherry."
Chris sighed and nodded. He finally understood. "When was this?" he asked gently.
"Few hours after the third time we had sex."
"Damn . . . do you two ever blow hot and cold." Leon smiled, but it never quite reached his eyes. "Wanna unload some more baggage?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"Okay. When did you get to see her after Antarctica?"
"Four months later."
"Why so long?"
"I had to finish training. She had emailed me that you were both safe. I told her I was glad. She said something bad had happened and she wanted to talk about it, but not on-line so she wanted me to come see her as soon as possible."
"Steve?"
"Yeah. Although, I didn't find out about him until the argument."
"Why don't you start from the beginning."
Leon took a swig of beer. "Okay. I asked Krauser after reading Claire's email when I could have leave. He said not until the end of my training, and if I tried to leave AWOL again, I wouldn't get it so easy. I'd simply be shot on sight." Chris frowned. "You guys came to see me that time, but she didn't want to talk in a government facility. I did as I was told. I didn't try to escape again, and earned myself a weekend pass in late March. The weather had just started to warm up in Maryland, so I bought a new jeep with my government benefits, and drove from D.C. to her house. I didn't tell her I was coming." He smiled fondly. "I wanted to surprise her."
Author's Notes: Sorry, I know I took a liberty with having Leon and Sherry watch C.S.I. when the show didn't premiere until fall of 2000, but I happen to love that show myself, so please forgive.