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 again, good or bad. It's another long lemon. That's just how I roll. I believe in details. I don't like telling all the details of the most benign conversations and then summarize an hour of lovemaking in one paragraph. I like detail in all my writing. So, I hope you all like the long lemons.
Then again, if you don't like long lemons, I've probably already lost you anyway.
~ Tani
CHAPTER 3: Reunited and It Feels So Good
Cumberland, Maryland: a quaint suburban household in the East Side neighborhood
"Just a minute!"
Claire hurried to the front door. She'd been putting clothes in the dryer when the doorbell rang, so she had to run up the stairs.
"I said I'd be right there!" she yelled when the bell rang again.
She unlocked the door and opened it. The person standing there was the last person she expected to see. She stared him in the eyes at first, then looked down the length of him and back up again. Slowly, a smile began to take form on her face.
"Hi, Leon," she said with a sigh.
"Hi, Claire." He didn't smile in return, but his intense gaze never left hers.
She was at a loss for words for a while. Finally, she remembered he was still standing on her front steps. "Uh . . . I'm sorry. Won't you come in? Oh, but please take your shoes off in the entryway. My carpets are new."
He nodded and walked in. She watched him as he passed her then bent to remove his shoes and socks. She smiled behind him. He was more muscular, and his skin was tanner. His new physique was perfectly defined in the simple dark blue T-shirt and black athletic pants he was wearing. But these were not the biggest changes.
"Your hair's gone."
For the first time since seeing her again, he smiled at her. "Military. They made me cut it. Believe it or not, it's actually longer than it was."
She smiled in return, staring up at his short hair. "I like it . . . but I liked your other hairstyle better."
He nodded. "So did I. It's growing back pretty fast, so I'll be back to normal pretty soon."
"You were never normal," she joked.
He smiled and nodded. "How've you been?"
"Fine. You?"
"Busy."
"I see." She stared up at him in silence for a while. Finally, she addressed the smaller of the two elephants in the room. "Where's Sherry?"
"Safe. I'll take you to see her today if you're not too busy."
She smiled. "Where is she?"
"The capitol. In protective custody."
"That's a relief."
The other, larger elephant in the room was ignored. Neither of them spoke about why he had been no-contact for a third of a year or why she had left. Neither spoke of the argument that comprised the last words they'd spoken to each other in person more than four months prior. When she had visited him at the training facility with Chris after her brother rescued her from Antarctica, she had been tongue tied. She froze when she'd seen him then. So ashamed of how she'd left, she was barely able to look at him.
The other times they'd visited, the Redfields weren't allowed to see him. But he knew they were there, and he drew strength from knowing they were out there, waiting for him. Even with how bad that argument had been, Claire's support by visiting him, despite not being guaranteed to see him, was more important than the hard words they'd exchanged.
And now, standing in her home, looking into her eyes, the argument was once again forgotten the moment he felt her presence. Four months of pain, of loss, of thinking she didn't want him anymore. Seeing her again had erased it all for the moment. It's not that the feelings were gone. They just weren't important right then.
He looked down at her body. She had on a tight little pale lavender T-shirt and a white miniskirt, demure by Claire standards. He looked up at her face again. Her hair was bright red. It had grown out as a shiny rich scarlet hue. He'd really wanted to see her with her natural color. She had cut the dyed part off in his absence. Her hair was also a lot shorter than he remembered, only just below shoulder length, but it was still long enough to look like it was inviting him to run his fingers through her customary ponytail. He looked her up and down one more time. She was barefoot like him. For some reason, that really turned him on.
"It's good to see you again, Claire," he muttered more to her chest than her face.
Without a word, she locked the door and put the chain on. She then pressed her back to the door and smirked at him. "It's good to see you, too," she replied to his crotch. They both looked up simultaneously after thoroughly checking each other out.
She walked closer to him and stopped once she was toe-to-toe with him. They stared into each other's eyes for almost a full minute.
Neither knew who reached for the other first. All they knew was suddenly, they were pressed tightly together, tongues at war. They both groaned into each other's mouths as they crushed their lips together.
They slowed the kiss after a while, their lips and tongues working in a symphony that almost perfectly mimicked their prior lovemaking. Their arms found their way around each other's backs and shoulders. They caressed each other, trying to express how much their separation had affected them, how much they'd missed each other. It was beautiful. It was gentle.
It was short-lived.
Without warning, Claire's ponytail holder was suddenly gone, and her skirt was up around her waist. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. She brought her hands around to caress his neck and cheeks.
He caressed her cheeks too, just not the ones on her face.
Leon lifted her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the side. She ran her fingers under the bottom edge of his T-shirt then slid them down to untie the front of his sports pants.
He slid his fingertips along the edge of the top of her skirt looking for the fastener. It wasn't an easy task, considering that Claire had worked her hand under the waistband of his pants, redirecting the blood flow away from his brain. He moaned against her lips as she stroked him.
He eventually found the little metal tab under the edge of her skirt on the left side, and began blindly trying to undo it. Finally, he and Claire chuckled as he gave up trying to be suave and just bent over her hip to look at the tricky clothing fastener. Tricky, at least, to a man whose thinking brain was quickly losing blood to his 'lower brain'.
Finally, he got the fastener loose, and unwrapped her skirt. A second button still secured it to her body, just under her naval. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kneaded his muscles to relax him so the button wouldn't give him the same trouble as the fastener. In the meantime, he undid her skirt, then allowed it to drop to the floor.
"I missed you, Claire."
She kissed him one more time, then pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion. "I missed you, too." She followed his clothes to the floor and, without another word, took his length into her mouth.
He ran a gentle hand through her hair, pushing it aside so he could see her work. He caressed her hair over and over, but never let it fall in front of that gorgeous face.
She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, her eyes closed with the pleasure of giving pleasure to him. "You look so beautiful doing that, Babe." She chuckled around his cock at the rather unconventional compliment.
When he couldn't take it anymore, Leon pulled Claire to her feet and kissed her again. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, running her fingers through the hair at his nape. He undid her bra and slid it forward by the straps, just as he had in the Atlantic Palace suite. She pulled her arms back from his shoulders to help him take it off, just as she had done that night. He tossed the bra on the floor, kissed her for another moment, then got onto his knees. Being so much taller than she was, this put him in line with her breasts, not her groin. That was just fine by him.
He slid his tongue over her left nipple. It puckered instantly. She held her breast up as an offering for him. He caressed the small of her back as he suckled her gently. She moaned. Once she was whimpering with need, he switched to suck on the right breast. She rubbed his shoulders to share the pleasure, then she pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes. He moved away from her breast only long enough to let the shirt pass over his head.
He went immediately back to licking her nipple, while staring her in the eyes. Then he released her breast and pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them with a little smirk. Finally, gratefully, they were both naked.
Leon turned Claire to the side and looked up and down her body. He kissed her abdomen and caressed her pelvis, quickly working his hand between her legs. She gasped as he pressed his fingers to her sex and began to rub up and down while kissing her stomach and teasing her naval with his tongue. He leaned up to kiss her breasts again, then once more took the right one into his mouth. He ran his tongue in lazy circles around the peak of her mound as he slid a finger in and out of her. Her knees buckled a few times, as she was so overcome with the feeling of him touching her after so much time apart. He held her securely up on her feet.
She ran her fingers through his short hair, then used it to yank his head back to her left breast. He licked her little rose and taupe-colored nubbin, and then sucked it hard, while his index finger plunged deep inside her. "God, I love your tits, Baby," he muttered against her breast.
She threw her head back and sighed. He turned her to put her back to him, and she got down to the floor on her knees, sliding her body down his as she knelt. "Oh, Leon. I need you so bad," she sighed.
She kept one knee on the floor, but balanced up on her other foot, her legs far apart, while she was practically sitting in her much taller lover's lap. He wasted no time sliding his fingers back down her torso to tease her.
She lifted her arms to pull his head to face her over her left shoulder. She leaned back and kissed him. He ran his free hand up to cup her right breast as he fondled her clit with his left hand and fondled her mouth with his tongue.
He slowly eased his middle finger inside her. She groaned against his lips, then grabbed a hold of his shaft and stroked it slowly. When he pushed his digit deeper into her heat, she lifted her hips and gyrated into his hand.
They continued to pleasure each other while kissing passionately. Claire broke the kiss first, with a breathy moan. Leon cupped both breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She leaned forward, getting to her hands and knees, panting. Instead of accepting her obvious invitation to take her from behind, Leon decided that their long separation deserved their passion being raised by a slow boil, rather than plunging right into molten fire. More foreplay was in order. Because when he was done with Claire she wasn't going to be able to walk straight. 'It's been way too long,' he thought with a sly grin. He got up from the floor and went to her living room area. He sat on the loveseat.
"Want me to go down on you some more?" she asked him breathlessly. He nodded.
She crawled over to him and bent her head over his lap. He clutched at her hair as she sank her mouth down onto him. She gave him a few quick bobs of her head then slowed to a more sensual pace.
She gave him oral sex for another minute, then lifted her head a bit to gauge his reaction.
"No, don't stop," he whispered.
She smiled and continued to pleasure him. "You enjoying?" she mumbled around his glans.
"Mm hm . . . very much so," he whispered back.
She gazed up at his eyes a few times, enjoying the sight of him lost to his passion. Unable to stand it anymore, she lifted her head and leaned in to kiss him. While their lips were pressed together, she climbed up into his lap, straddling his thighs with her own. He slid his hands under her and pulled her up his chest, still not ready to 'get to the good part'. Not that it wasn't all good. "Come get a mustache ride," he ordered.
"You don't have a mustache anymore."
"Semantics. Now give me that hot little honey pot. I've been starving for it."
She obeyed immediately, having been extremely curious about what it would feel like to receive pleasure from him this way. She inched the rest of the way up his torso as he scooted himself down. Once her sex was hovering above his mouth, he let his tongue go to work.
"Shit!" she whispered in a hiss.
He gripped her hips as he licked her opening and teased her clit. She moved her pelvis and gripped the top of the loveseat. He grabbed her rear end, helping her to move. After a moment of this, he took one hand off her firm ass to stroke his manhood, not wanting to risk going soft on her.
Claire stared down at the sight of his handsome face between her thighs. She was sure a sexier view didn't exist. She tossed her head back and cried out as pleasurable vibrations rippled up from her clit to her nipples and back down again.
"I'm cumming!" she cried desperately as a small orgasm rocked her world.
Immediately after her body stopped trembling, Leon slipped out from under her, and stood to come up behind her. Claire turned to suckle him in gratitude of the first time he'd given her an orgasm with his mouth. She'd never received oral sex before, and he had definitely made her a fan.
She sucked him deeply a few times, then got off the couch to allow him to sit. She straddled his thighs again, but this time he held his cock up beneath her. He pulled her sex open with his fingers, gripping her rear with the other hand to ease her down. He held her in position, placed the head of his erection at her opening, then thrust up into her, moaning softly at finally being able to feel the tightness inside her. He wasted no time before increasing to a rapid rate of penetration.
"Oh, God!" she screamed. She leaned forward to kiss him as they moved their hips up and down, pelvic bones crashing rhythmically as she rode him hard into the couch, taking total control of their lovemaking as she bounced up and down with such force, the cushions squeaked.
They moaned together, in clipped broken little vocalizations, as Claire moved. Feeling his own release trying to make an appearance, Leon grabbed her ass to slow the movement of her thrusts. She got the hint, slowly grinding her sex against his groin, moaning continuously at the feel of him so deep inside her. When he released his hold on her, she started to thrust again, but this time much slower.
"Unh," she whispered.
"Ohhhhh," he replied.
"Oh, God," she muttered under her breath.
"You feel so good, Claire. I can feel you squeeze me, Baby. You're so tight. Have you been untouched since the last time we were together?" She nodded, smiling into his eyes. He returned her smile and kissed her lips. He was happy to know he was still the only man she'd ever let touch her so intimately.
She sighed and picked up the pace, bouncing up and down faster again. For his part, Leon suckled her breasts. Claire mumbled a curse then lifted his head to kiss him. She leaned back to brace her palms on his thighs. She bounced even harder, her hair and breasts moving to her rhythm. But Leon never saw that. He was too fixated on the sight of his cock disappearing inside her over and over. He gripped her hips to help her up and down on him, slamming her down hard at the end of every thrust. He watched in awe as a faint blush colored her wet nether lips. He moaned at the sight. She moaned in reply.
Their volume escalated with the force of their coupling. Claire tossed her hair back and hissed as the first signs of her next orgasm became evident. She whimpered and bit her lip as she came again.
"FUCK, Claire!" he yelled as she clamped down on him in the throes of her own ecstasy.
When her climax was over, she slid off his cock and down to the floor, taking him into her mouth again. She was quickly realizing that she couldn't get enough of his cock in her mouth, especially when coated with her essence.
She eventually came up for air and muttered, "Hot."
"That you are, Sweetheart," he answered with a smirk.
He lifted her head from his lap and helped her to stand, getting up as well. She moved to stand between him and the seat, kissed him softly, and then turned to bend over the loveseat. He moved to stand behind her. He placed his hands on the top of the chair on either side of her, then moved his legs far apart so that he'd get closer down to her height. He brought one hand back to stroke his cock a few times, then slid it back inside her.
"Ohhh! Oh, God! Fucking yes, Leon! Do me hard!"
He sighed at the vulgar request. It was such a turn-on when she talked dirty. He didn't answer verbally, but he didn't disobey. He knew how much she loved it from the back.
He gripped her hips, pulling her back forcefully onto his thrusting shaft. The rhythmic pounding and slapping sounds proof of the power he used to penetrate her.
She cried out for him, over and over, while he sighed with bliss from time to time. And then . . .
"I'm cumming!" she announced through gritted teeth.
He slid his hands under her and onto her breasts, kneading them so she'd feel it longer. He felt her clenching him tighter. He closed his eyes and sighed through his nostrils. She hadn't cum yet, but she was nearly there. He thrust faster and harder.
"OHHH! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! More! More!"
More wasn't a problem. He was nowhere near done with her. This was all he'd dreamt about while he was in training. He'd often woken up with boners during that time, having to sate himself with masturbating alone in the shower before dawn, stroking his cock to images of Claire in his mind. He'd endured the Claire-less blue balls for four long months, and he wasn't stopping until neither of them could move.
He reached under her to stroke her clit, his way of giving her the 'more' stimulation she'd asked him for. Her voice went up an octave and she came hard. He stood upright, grabbed her waist, and slowly moved in and out of her, drawing out her climax until she saw spots dot her field of vision.
Once he felt her erratic clenching calm down, he dug his toes into the plush carpet and sped up the movement of his hips again.
"Oh, yeah," he whispered.
"Ooooo!"
"Let me eat your pussy again," he ordered softly. He pulled out and she turned around to lie on her back across the loveseat. He knelt on the floor in front of her and leaned down to tease her clit with his tongue.
"Ohhh!"
He switched back and forth between sucking the fleshy little button hard and feathering his tongue across it.
"Mmm. That's nice," she muttered. He flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit and she gasped out his name. "Let me fuck you some more," she moaned. He got up from the floor. She moved to let him sit again, then straddled his lap, this time facing forward. She impaled herself immediately and braced her hands on his thighs. "Oh, yes," she cried out. He moaned in reply.
She bounced up and down on him for less than a minute before he leaned up, grabbed her by her breasts, and dragged her back to lean against him. She cried out in surprise then moaned in ecstasy as he drove his tongue into her mouth. She leaned into his right shoulder out of habit of trying to protect his formerly injured left, then she put her left foot beside his hip. He picked her up under her rear to give himself room to move. He then lifted his hips with rapid deep thrusts.
She reached behind his head to hold it in place while she invaded his mouth with her tongue. He slid his right arm under her back and around her side to grip her right breast. They stayed in that position for a while, the only movement being the thrusting of his hips and the movement of their tongues. Then he surprised her by slipping a hand down under her, pulling her legs farther apart, his fingers positioned at her nexus to toy with her clit. She accidentally bit his tongue as her body shook with amplified pleasure. He didn't even care. She felt too damn good for him to even notice the pain.
She arched her back with her neck fully extended, moving her hips slowly to dampen her release. She'd lost count of how many times he'd made her cum now. She wasn't ready to stop, so she staved off the next orgasm.
He brought his hands back up to her breasts. He massaged them, then leaned down to suck on her right nipple. Claire grunted and whined. He was fucking up her efforts not to cum.
He felt her trembling, so he laid off her breasts for the moment. Instead, he went back to pounding her, lifting his hips quickly again. She delved her tongue into his mouth and moaned.
Leon smiled into the kiss then mumbled against her mouth. "I love you, Claire. You love me?" She just moaned. "Hm?" Again, she didn't answer. She just chuckled breathlessly. He could have kicked himself. 'I'm so fucking stupid,' he thought. He had spent four months expressing his love to Dream-Claire while whacking off in the shower. Dream-Claire had always answered in kind. It had become a habit, really. It never occurred to him that the real Claire might not feel the same as the Claire in his daydreams. He sighed as he realized that he might very well have just pushed her away by telling her too soon how he felt about her. He became distracted with his thoughts, unwittingly slowing his pace of penetration.
Claire could feel the uncomfortable tension mounting between them, so she decided to distract him from the awkward moment in the nicest way she could think of. She lifted herself off him and got on the floor on her knees. She deep throated him, gagged, and then moved her head up and down, using her hand to pick up the slack. Overcome by how good it felt, he put one hand on top of the couch and lifted his hips then placed his other hand on the back of her head, guiding her. It didn't take him long to forget the embarrassment of the moment before, so he sat back down, pulling out of her mouth.
She leaned forward to kiss him while rapidly stroking his cock. He tossed a couch pillow onto the floor. She broke the kiss and sat down at his feet. Leon followed suit, facing towards her. The moment his butt hit the floor, she reached behind him and stole his pillow, placing it behind herself.
"My pillow!" she taunted playfully.
"Whatever," he muttered.
She thought he sounded annoyed, between her prior rejection of his earnest admission of love and her childish antics, so she reached up onto the sofa for another pillow. She took it in both hands and raised it up over his head. She lowered it behind him, pulling him forward by the pillow into an apologetic lip-lock. She then dropped it behind him to replace the one she took.
She moved her legs on top of his outstretched ones. She scooted closer, and he helped by dragging her forward. She got up on her hands and raised her pelvis above his lap.
He licked the fingertips of his right hand, then rubbed her sex a few times before easing his cock back into her warmth. They used the leverage from her hands on the floor behind her and his hands on her ass to move her back and forth along his length. The slow, deep penetrations just left her wanting more. So, she reached behind his head and braced herself to pound away at him harder and faster.
She cried out hoarsely over and over. Finally, overwhelmed by the pleasure, she leaned in closer to kiss him, plumbing his mouth almost violently with her tongue. She pushed him back onto the floor, the pillow lost somewhere under his tall frame. He slid his hands down her back and onto her backside. He rubbed her sex with one index finger, and she shivered with curious delight as he teased the outside of her smaller orifice with the other forefinger. He renewed their kiss and lifted his hips off the floor to enter her. He pounded her from below, teasing the rim of her anus again, but when she started to shake, he stopped. She wasn't even close to ready for that, but it was good to know she'd responded positively to anal stimulation. Instead of teasing her ass anymore, he glided his palms up her torso and onto her shoulders. He massaged her muscles while fucking her good and proper. Her moaning increased, so he knew he was doing something right. However, when he felt his own sacque tightening, he slowed his rhythm considerably. Claire sighed and kissed him before lifting off his cock.
She sat up on her knees and moved from above his lap, stumbling on her knees a bit.
"Whoa. That was graceful," she muttered sarcastically at her own expense. Leon just chuckled breathlessly and sucked half her left breast into his mouth. He licked her nipples in turn, stroking himself to stay hard, as she ran her fingers through his short crop of hair. She pecked his lips, then turned to straddle his chest this time, leaning forward over his torso. He grabbed her hips and pulled her pelvis towards his face. She lowered her mouth onto his cock and he lowered her sex onto his tongue.
For five minutes, they fought for supremacy as the reigning ruler of oral sex. It ended in a draw, though neither combatant mourned their lack of victory.
She scooted back, kissing her way up his abdomen, chest, and throat, until she was kneeling with his head between her knees. She bent forward to give him an upside-down kiss. He smiled against her lips and stroked her hair. She caressed his hair and face.
"Let me take you upstairs," he whispered. She kissed him again, lingeringly, then stood and helped him up. Her eyes fell on the scar on his left shoulder. It looked like it had healed well.
Her thoughts were full of how he'd had to fend for himself and their ward with the injury . . . without her. She'd been worried about Chris, true, but the way she left things was selfish. She would have to make it up to him somehow.
She led him to the stairs. When she was a few steps above him, he reached out to tease her slit. She giggled and told him to be patient. Once they reached the top few steps, he told her patience wasn't his strong suit and bent her over the upper landing and thrust back inside her.
Claire's eyes widened as this particular angle caused him to jam into her G spot on every penetration. She began to shriek in time with his thrusts.
"Oh, yes!"
"Oh, Claire."
"Leon!"
"Like how I feel inside you, Baby?"
"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
He doubled his speed and rubbed her breasts. He used the other hand to rub her sex. She trembled as she tried to keep herself from collapsing to the floor.
"I feel you clenching, Babe . . . you close again?"
She nodded, unable to vocalize anything but moans as her orgasm began in the pit of her stomach. When she finally found her voice again, it was to tell him, "You made me cum, Sweetheart."
"I know. You're so wet and warm, Baby."
"You just watch. You'll see how wet I can get for you." She stood up and tried to walk up the last couple steps, but it was useless. Leon wouldn't stop thrusting.
"I love fucking you like this," he whispered against her ear.
She sighed and dragged him into a deep kiss. Finally, she whispered that she loved fucking him, too, but her knees were beginning to hurt. The carpet on the stairs wasn't nearly as soft as the one downstairs.
He nodded and pulled out. They both stood and continued on to her bedroom as if their interlude on the stairs never occurred.
Leon sat on the side of Claire's full-sized bed. He was facing her closet, which had a full-length mirror on it. She sat on his lap, facing the mirror. They both watched enthralled for a while as she ground her ass against him. Finally, she lifted herself to her feet and he reached between her legs from the front so he could see his hand in the mirror putting his cock back inside her.
"Ohhh, that looks so sexy, Claire," Leon muttered as he leaned back and watched her reflection riding his reflection. He was mesmerized by the sight for a while, until he decided to hold her still so he could take her from below again.
After a few minutes of gentle thrusting by Leon, Claire shivered through a mini-orgasm. She turned to look at him in disbelief. This was just getting ridiculous. How did he keep doing that to her?
"Are you gonna cum some time today?"
He chuckled and helped her to turn around as he laid back across her bed, his feet still planted on the floor. She rolled her eyes and straddled his hips. "I've got half a mind to lay on my back and be a lazy fucker. I could fall asleep and you could wake me when you're done."
He smiled and shrugged. She reached beneath her hips and lifted his still very erect manhood. She lowered herself onto him, briefly thinking about how sore she'd be the next day. She sighed. It didn't matter. She'd missed him, and she was glad he was wearing her out. She'd been pining for him ever since she'd returned from Antarctica. Four months was a long time to wait.
She sat up so he could watch her breasts bounce. He put his hands up and she intertwined her fingers with his, using his arms as leverage to raise and lower herself in long strokes along his shaft.
"Nice?" she panted down to him.
He smirked and answered, "Very."
She narrowed her eyes. He wasn't cumming. And to her shock and awe, she was the one who felt her sex tighten. She stopped bouncing and ground her groin into his. "Leon . . . I'm cumming again."
"I know."
She stiffened and climaxed, then fell over on top of him. "This is crazy."
"No, this is crazy," he replied before lifting his hips rapidly, teasing her anus, and spanking her ass all at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh . . . Fuuuuck!"
She stared down at him, her face contorted with renewed passion. Eventually, she plopped her head down onto his shoulder. He stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her. "I'm not hurting you, am I, Baby?"
She shook her head vigorously. Last thing she wanted him to do now was a fool thing like stop. "Keep fucking me."
"Oh, God." That was an order he was more than happy to obey.
She let him pleasure her for a while longer, then got off him suddenly. He hissed as she pulled herself off his length. She turned around and stroked him hard. She was determined to make him cum. She was starting to feel like he was being an asshole by holding out on purpose. She smiled at him innocently as she jerked him like a woman on a mission. He gave her a haughty smirk back when he didn't cum. She quirked a red brow. Now he was just showing off. She'd have to teach him a lesson.
Claire lowered her head and licked him from root to tip. He shivered and gritted his teeth. She smiled and plunged him into her mouth. This time, she applied a lot of suction to his glans and stroked the rest of his shaft fast and hard, pulling him closer to the edge.
'There,' she thought. 'That ought to put an end to his bullshit stamina.'
Twenty minutes later, Claire was flat on her back, barely able to move, while Leon loomed above her, torso held up on his fists, knees pressed into the mattress, cock driving her into the bed.
"I'm cumming again," she gasped, not moving as she was too out of breath. She was now almost certain that he was trying to kill her.
"I can feel you," he panted with a playful grin. "You're so tight when you cum for me." She tilted her head back and moaned. "Ohhh, God. Fucking you is so amazing, Claire."
"I love when you're fucking me, Leon." They both moaned as he sped up. "Jesus Christ!" Claire muttered before he plunged his tongue between her lips. He pulled away and sat up on his haunches. He lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and went back to a slow rhythm. She curled her toes on either side of his head. Noticing the movement, he leaned to the left to indulge his fetish for her tiny feet. He loved how little they were. They were less than half the size of his own huge feet. He caressed the underside of her toes with his tongue. She giggled. "AH! You're tickling me!"
"Mm hm," he replied around a mouthful of her little toes. She giggled, then shivered. He grinned down at her. "Did you just cum again?" he panted in surprise. Apparently, she had a fetish for her own feet.
She giggled and tried to suppress her trembling. "Shut up. That's a secret."
He chuckled. "A secret, huh?" All of a sudden, he started to pound her hard, prolonging her orgasm. She felt like she might pass out if he kept it up. When she came down off her high, he chuckled at the expression of disbelief on her face. She chuckled as well and smacked him on the ass.
"Fucker."
"Damn right," he muttered then leaned down to kiss her. He withdrew and turned her on her side. She'd gotten to a place where she couldn't even move unless he moved her, she was so tired. What the fuck battery from Hell was he running on?
"Tired," she complained.
"I know, Baby. I'm almost done."
"Well, hurry up."
He chuckled and entered her from behind. She whimpered. He sighed in resignation. He could have happily fucked Claire for a couple more hours, but he decided to give her a break by trying to end this. He was fairly certain he was walking the line between pleasing her and hurting her.
He rolled to his back, pulling her up across his torso. She wanted to put her legs on the outsides of his, but she had to use her hands to lift each leg into position because she was so weak. He grabbed her waist, and held her up. He thrust up into her fast but not too deeply.
She sighed and closed her eyes. As exhausted as he'd left her, she couldn't honestly say that he didn't still feel incredible when he was moving inside her like that.
He stopped to take a breath, and she slid off him and plopped herself face first onto the mattress at the foot of the bed. She tried to crawl off the end of the bed.
He laughed out loud and grabbed her ankle, preventing her escape. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"Away from you! You're insane, Bionic Dick!"
"I prefer Energizer Penis. Anyway, I said I was almost done."
"That was like three days ago!"
He laughed again. "Actually, it was about three minutes ago. Quit being such a girl."
She turned to glare at him. He wiggled his brows. He'd goaded her into accepting his challenge. "Let's do this, Bitch!"
He smiled. He was happy to realize he'd just figured out exactly how to get his girlfriend right where he wanted her.
On her hands and knees.
He pulled himself up to his knees and lifted her hips. He pressed her head down onto the mattress and entered her. She gave him a hard squeeze with her inner muscles. She'd figured out how to heighten his pleasure too, it seemed.
"Baby, you're gonna make me cum soon."
She sighed in relief. It was about goddamn time.
Leon tilted his head back with his lips parted. He thrust harder. He panted brokenly.
And then, finally, for the love of God, he came. A lot. A whole, whole lot.
They collapsed on the bed and pretty much passed out for the next good hour.
Seriously . . . he needed to make a real effort to not spend four months away from her all at one time again. It wasn't healthy for his poor, blue balls.
After Leon told Chris that he had visited Claire in Maryland for the express reason of first fucking her raw, then taking her to see Sherry, Chris balled up his fist. Leon sighed, rolled his eyes and stared at Chris, waiting for the hit. The hit came, but it wasn't what Leon had expected.
Chris chuckled and lightly slugged Leon in the right shoulder.
"Nice one, Bro. Sounds like you really did good by her that day."
Leon looked at Chris like he was insane. "Let me get this straight. I tell you that I made quiet passionate love to your sister in R.C., and you hit me in the face. I tell you I fucked her like I had diabetes and her vagina had insulin in it, and you're proud of me?"
Chris laughed out loud. "Where is that from?"
"Chris Rock stand up special, and don't change the subject."
Chris shrugged. "I'm fickle."
Leon sputtered his beer in mid-swig. "You're a dumbass, is what you are."
Chris shrugged again and said, "First of all, you made quiet passionate love to my sister on my desk! Second of all, after Rockfort and losing Steve, she needed to feel good. She needed you. I'm glad that you gave her what she needed. Now, quit complaining when I don't hit you. Because I can easily rectify that." Leon chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Chris extended his hand to Leon, indicating he should continue. "Now, tell me the rest."
"We slept for a while. We talked in bed, she told me some of what happened to her in Rockford, and that she'd ended up in Antarctica. She still didn't tell me much about Steve just then. Just that there was another survivor that helped her escape. Then she changed the subject and asked if we could go see Sherry. I didn't think anything of it at the time."
"Sounds like you guys were in a good place."
"We were okay."
"Just okay?"
Leon shrugged. "Afraid so."
Chris sighed. "So, what happened with Sherry?"
"You know what happened."
"No, actually she never told me the details, and I chose not to push her on it. I know how much it hurt. Honestly, if you really would rather not talk about it, I'd understand, but I hope you'll choose to talk to me."
"You can guess."
"I can. But I think you should say it out loud. I think you need to."
Leon gulped down the rest of his beer and chucked the can across the patio into the recycle bin. He was up to eighteen points, at three points a can. Chris was only up to twelve, but then, he hadn't needed as much liquid courage as Leon had. Leon opened a fresh beer, signifying the beginning of his second six-pack. He stared off into the sky, balancing the can on his knee with his fingertips. The stars were starting to twinkle above them. He lost himself staring into the evening sky for a while, then sighed and responded.
"I drove Claire three hours away into D.C. to visit Sherry, and when we got there, we found out that Sherry had been captured by Wesker just a few hours before we arrived. Her guardians had been brutally murdered, and there was evidence that Sherry had put up a struggle. Her. . . her blood was in her room. DNA testing proved it was hers." Leon stealthily wiped a bit of moisture from his eye. "Sherry was gone, and . . . and hurt. And to top it all off, Claire blamed me. She said that if I hadn't been thinking with my cock and brought Sherry to her instead of the other way around, this would never have happened."
"And? What did you say?"
"And . . . I said it wasn't my fault. She said that it was and that she never wanted to see me again, never wanted me to touch her again. It was why I was so hesitant to even hold her in Harvardville." Chris nodded, finally understanding the whole scene between Leon and Claire in that tent. "I told her that it wasn't fair for her to blame me, that I could have just as easily blamed her for leaving us, but I didn't. My example came back to bite me in the ass though, because she took it to mean that I did feel that way about her."
"Didn't you?"
Leon shook his head with a frown. "No, I'd gotten over her leaving. I got why she did it. I might not have agreed, but I understood that she did it not only to keep you safe, but us too. Me and Sherry. I was only ever upset at the way she left. But I understood that she left us behind to keep us out of danger. She couldn't have known we'd be captured. She couldn't have known I'd fail so miserably to protect our kid."
"That's not true. Now you sound like she did."
"I thought you said she didn't talk to you about this."
"Not in so many words, but I guessed that something happened, especially when you and I finally met up again out in the field and you were so standoffish, like you weren't sure what she'd told me."
"That was more about the sex than Sherry. I figured she might've taken revenge on me for losing Sherry by telling you what we'd done intimately so you'd shoot me on sight."
Chris chuckled. "No, I think she regretted how you two parted ways pretty quickly. She was pretty tight-lipped about why you two weren't speaking, or even that you weren't speaking in the first place. I think she just didn't know how to approach you after the things she'd said to you."
"So, you know what she said then."
"Leon, for the last time, she never told me anything. I knew you two had some kind of rift, but I never knew what. I may not know exactly what she told you, but I know my sister. I know how she ticks, and I know how she deals with conflict when she's grieving. She's . . . she's not perfect, Leon. She doesn't deal with pain well. When she's hurting, she tends to hurt the ones she's closest to. She just gets so full of rage at the pain she feels . . . well, you know how they say misery loves company." He looked at his friend's face. He looked skeptical. Chris sighed. "Like I said, she's a hothead. Now, if you'd be so kind as to tell me exactly what she said to you, maybe I can tell you how stupid you were to believe her and you can move on with your life."
Leon was tightlipped for a moment, but he eventually gave in and opened up to his friend.
"She said Sherry being captured was my fault, and then that her own capture on Rockfort was somehow my fault. I told her that I would have died for her when she was practically a stranger. Now that she was my girlfriend, why would she think I would do anything to put her in harm's way? She said that I was wrong on two counts. First, she said that because I had argued with her, her head wasn't right when she entered that facility, so it was my fault she was captured."
"What was the other thing?"
Leon sighed and stared at the beer in his hand. He suddenly wanted to drain it completely. He really wanted something harder, if he was being honest. He decided against it and answered his friend. "She said that I was wrong about being her boyfriend. She said the man she loved, her boyfriend, had died in Antarctica."
Chris winced. "Ouch."
"Yeah. Tell me about it."
"She told you she liked Steve?"
"No, she told me she loved Steve, that he'd sacrificed his life for her and told her he loved her and that . . . that she'd . . . ."
"What?"
"She said they'd been . . . together. That she'd . . . you know, had sex with Steve."
Chris stared at Leon for while . . . and then bust out laughing. "What utter bullshit!" he laughed. Leon looked at Chris with pain in his eyes. Chris laughed even harder. "Oh, come on! You're not gonna tell me you actually bought that load of crap? Did you know her at all?"
"She was very serious when she told me that, Chris. She said she'd trade anything to have him back. She was looking at me when she said that. She said it like she would trade me to have him back."
"She was trying to get a rise out of you! Well, from the sad little puppy dog look on your face like ten years later, I'd say mission accomplished, Claire!" Chris laughed even harder when Leon frowned darkly at Chris's description of his facial expression.
"She ripped my heart out and pissed on it, Chris. Then she all but said she wished I was dead in Steve's place. I don't find that very funny. It's part of the reason I became the cold, distant person she claims I was in Harvardville."
Chris smiled and tried his best to stop laughing. "I'm sorry, Leon. I don't mean to laugh. It's just that Claire would have never gone for Steve. He was way too young and immature. All she felt was guilt about not being able to save him when she'd promised him they'd get out together. Especially since Wesker stole Steve's body. Like how you used to feel about Ada when you thought she died in R.C. As for the other part, I'm not dignifying that nonsense with a second of my time. Claire would die for you. She's not capable of wishing you harm."
"You weren't there. You didn't see the conviction in her eyes . . . the sorrow for losing Steve. The bitterness at my expense. She loved him, Chris. Hell, I asked her if she loved me while I was having sex with her and she laughed at me."
Chris looked at him skeptically. "She laughed at you?"
Leon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "She chuckled."
"Leon, that's a nervous habit she's had since she was a kid. You probably caught her off guard. What the hell were you thinking asking her that?"
"Look, maybe it wasn't the best plan, but I could admit to loving her. Not to mention the fact that she had no problem admitting she loved Steve." Chris threw his hands up in disgust. Leon shook his head and continued. "Bro, I really appreciate how much you think of me, and that I'm your choice for Claire over Steve. But the truth is, I'm not her choice. I never was. I'll always be her runner-up, the one she settled for, and I can accept that, now. So, if I can, why can't you?"
Chris smiled and squeezed his friend's shoulder. "Leon, I can't honestly believe you'd think she'd want Steve over you. She told me when I rescued her that Steve said he loved her. She told me she felt guilty because she didn't feel the same way. You, on the other hand, she gave her virginity. When I asked her about you, she got all red and had this stupid little grin on her face, not unlike the one you've been sporting today. Plus, you were this buff special agent, and before that a buff young cop. And you're so cute." Chris made pinching motions near Leon's cheek again. He laughed when he heard a gun cock. "Anyway, I saw Steve's body. He was on the scrawny side, and he looked young. She was always very mature. She likes men, Leon, not boys, damn the luck for me over the years. Not to mention the fact that he was kind of short. He was close to her height, and Claire represents the Lollipop Kids and wants to welcome us to Munchkin Land." Leon smirked. That was such a big brother thing to say. "Claire hates short men. Burnside didn't stand a chance."
Leon sighed. "Love doesn't think about those trivial kinds of things. I liked tall women before I met Claire. Now, she's the epitome of what I think a beautiful woman should be, Munchkin height and all."
Chris smiled. "Leon, you should have been logical. One, she'd only known the kid for a day. Besides that, when would they have even had time in an outbreak to hook up?"
Leon looked at Chris evenly. "She'd only known me for a couple hours, and we found a place to have sex in an outbreak. The way I see it, it's not that she only had a day, it's that she had an entire day to think about where she wanted to fuck Steve. And I believe she did just that."
Chris frowned and fixed Leon with a murderous glare. "You know, I think I've been cool about what's been going on between you two. But when you start talking about what you shared with her, what you swore to me you felt was special . . . when you talk about that like Claire's some common whore who does that kind of thing all the time, I start thinking maybe we need to do a little more than trade punches."
Leon frowned as well. "We haven't traded anything. You keep taking cheap shots at me, and out of respect for the woman I love, I haven't hit her brother back. But don't think that a serious fight with me will be an easy win for you, Christopher. In fact, don't assume it would be a win at all. I have enough respect for you to admit that I don't honestly know which one of us would win in a fight. Respect my skills, too. And respect the fact that whoever wins, we'd both be in the hospital afterward. So don't fucking threaten me for telling you the truth. Remember, this was your idea. The fact that you backed me into a corner is something that I've been cool about. I'm not trying to test your patience. Don't test mine either."
The two friends glared at each other. The tension ran high for a few minutes. Finally, Chris sighed and said he was sorry.
"Apology accepted. And for the record, the points I made would have never even crossed my mind if Claire hadn't been the one to point them out to me. She was in a life or death situation with him, just like she'd been in with me. She gave me something beautiful, but she didn't care enough about me to stay, so maybe she felt the same thing for Steve at the time as she'd felt about me. In the end, maybe she felt more. Maybe if I died instead, she'd be happier. Maybe she wishes she'd saved herself for Steve instead of being with me first."
"You said she had no regrets. I believe that."
Leon stared down at his hands, hands that had given both life and death, hands that had given love and pain to Claire Redfield. "I know I shouldn't be so possessive, but I kind of wished that I'd been her one and only."
Chris rolled his eyes and forced his friend to meet his gaze. "Leon . . . Claire did not sleep with Steve. When would she even have had time to . . . ?"
"On the plane to Antarctica. She said so. It was plenty of time. And she said he was better than me."
Chris stared at his friend with sympathy. That was a very low blow on his sister's part. Still, even with the scenario being intellectually possible, the reality was a ridiculous notion in his mind. "She obviously lied to you to hurt you."
"No, I think she lied to you to protect her image in your eyes. She certainly didn't tell you about me."
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Leon . . . Claire did not fuck sixteen-year-old Burnside on a plane to freedom. She wanted to hurt you. I wish I could say that my sister wasn't capable of that level of cruelty, but I'd be lying. After Mom and Dad died, I learned that Claire could be very cruel when she wanted to be. Hurt, anger, and loss make her capable of saying horrible things, even to people she loves. Even to me." He remembered how hurt he was when she told him their parents were disappointed in him for leaving the family for the military. It's why he'd tried to drink his father's liquor cabinet dry after the funeral.
"Whatever you say."
Chris sighed. He wasn't going to get through to him. Leon would never believe that Claire didn't sleep with Steve unless Claire told him. And he'd never ask her about it. Leon had basically resigned himself to the fact that the woman he loved had committed statutory rape with a teenager only a couple weeks after she'd traded Leon her purity for his far too enormous heart. There would be no convincing him. He'd believed it to be true for far too long, even after they'd reconciled. Chris frowned. Claire should be ashamed of herself. He'd be sure to have a chat with her about this later. If Leon was going to tell her about all this anyway, she'd surely be confronting Chris before the night was out, so why wait?
Chris looked at his friend . . . his bro. He looked so hurt. Chris could only think of one thing to say to a man who was more his family than any of his living blood relatives but Claire.
"I'm so sorry, Bro."
Leon shrugged and downed his beer. He was pretty sure he was good and drunk now. It probably wasn't a great idea to drink so much on a near empty stomach. 'Oh, well.' He sighed and opened number eight. "S'okay," he finally replied to Chris's comment. He drained half the new can. "I think the thing that hurt the most was knowing that I could die in an outbreak and she may not have cared. Chris I wanted to make Claire my wife when I got out of training. I loved her. I felt that if something did happen to me, she should get my tags and flag. Now, I have it in my will that they should go to my parents, or to my little sister Emily if my parents are deceased."
Chris's eyebrows shot up. Leon wanted her to have his dog-tags and the American flag from his coffin after he died? That was huge, an honor typically reserved for a deceased soldier's spouse, children, or parents. He had never known that a man existed who loved his little Claire-Bear so much. "Hey, don't let the memories eat you alive. That's what you told me, remember?"
"Yeah. I remember."
"So, it wasn't the end. Now, the two of you are closer than ever. Fate brought you back together, and you even got to be together again two more times."
Leon smiled and nodded. "That's true."
Chris smiled and clapped his very inebriated friend on the back. "Hand it over."
Leon frowned in confusion. "Do what now?"
"The beer. Claire will kill me if she gets back and finds you like this."
Leon waved away Chris's hand. "I'm fine."
"You're plastered."
"Bullshit," Leon slurred.
Chris sighed and got up. He went into the kitchen, took a big pitcher of Brita water out of the refrigerator, and poured Leon a tall glass. He took the glass and the pitcher outside and handed Leon the glass. "Drink. You need to flush out the beer."
Leon smirked. "Okay. But speaking of flush, I gotta pee first."
"You sure you don't have to take another dump?"
Leon frowned. "Claire's a dick!"
Chris chuckled. "I know. She does the same thing to me when I have to pee. Jill probably thinks I have dysentery by now."
Leon nodded and walked as stably as he could into the house. He returned in five minutes with a bit more pep in his step. "Sorry about the bathroom."
Chris raised a brow. "What about the bathroom?"
Leon smirked. "Nothing."
Chris narrowed his eyes then handed Leon his glass of water. "Okay. Don't tell me. You can deal with Jill by yourself when she gets back and sees whatever you just did. Now, drink."
Leon nodded and drained the glass. He poured himself another one then sank into the couch. "I feel better. Thanks."
"Not a problem."
"Now, where was I?"
"Encounter number four, if you please. Harvardville, I take it?"
"Yeah."
"In the airport or outside WilPharma?"
"Go fuck yourself. Two weeks later."
"Oh," Chris replied with a chuckle. "Just checking."