Well, it certainly has been a while since I'd made an update, hasn't it? Hmm, well I'm sure you won't be disappointed today! I've just received a fresh shipment of lemons! That's right, LEMONS! =D How nice. I'm sure you're just dying to read the juicy details, so go for it! Don't forget to r/r! =D

Leon was jolted awake by gunfire and breaking glass.

He jumped to his feet the best he could; however, the alcohol was still strong in his system. The agent less than gracefully fell to the floor, barely missing his coffee table and crying in pain as he landed on his broken hand. His vision spun upward to find a black clad figure standing in front of his balcony windows within the apartment.

He stared, horrified, as he rolled on to his back, sneaking his left hand under the couch for one of his hidden hand guns. There was another gunshot.

"Don't even reach for it," the figure cooed. Leon went pale.

"Ada?" he gasped, straining his vision in the darkness. The man couldn't make out just who it was. The assailant move to the wall, flicking on the lights.

It was her.

Ada was shooting at him.

"You know I don't like that stuff, handsome," she purred, motioning to the broken bottle of vodka on the table. Shards of glass spread over the coffee table and spilled onto the floor, the remaining alcohol dripping off the edges.

So that's what she shot.

Leon sat up and rubbed his throbbing hand gently, glancing to Ashley. Somehow, she was still sleeping and snoring rather loudly. He then looked to the door, silent. Where were the other agents?

"Don't worry, I didn't kill them," The assassin said curtly, taking a seat on the sofa. She caressed her gun as if it were a cat, letting Leon know she was in control here. "They just decided to take a nap." She motioned to the gun slung over her shoulder, which the agent recognized as a tranquilizer gun. His vision danced.

"What are you doing here Ada?" he asked innocently, sitting up further and leaning against the couch. She moved her gaze to the black television screen, deep in thought.

"If I told you, you wouldn't be to terribly thrilled." She growled, seemingly disturbed at her task. Leon's confusion grew and he shook his head, willing himself to think clearly. He could feel the color returning to his face. The Eurasian beauty patted the remaining sofa space to her right, a gesture for him to sit next to her. He hesitated.

But despite all warning lights going off in his head, he complied.

To Leon's great pleasure, she holstered her gun and crossed her legs. However, he knew there was a motive for her visit. "Ada, just tell me why you're here and why you shot my table." He sighed tiredly, prompting a saddened glace from the spy.

"You aren't going to like it." She responded shortly. Obviously, there was something wrong here.

"Just tell me." The agent nearly growled, worry and confusion steadily blooming within him. She looked down.

"I've been sent to kill you." She whispered. Leon paled again, his entire world crashing down around him.

His beautiful butterfly was going to kill him.

He choked on bile he didn't realize was rising in his throat. Suppressing a cough, he stared at her, wide eyed.

"What?" he croaked. Ada refused to look at him.

"Wesker has come to believe you are a liability to him, and he wants you dead." Her voice would not go over a whisper. Leon felt a twang of betrayal pull at his heart as he looked at her. "I was supposed to kill you in Spain, actually. That's why I had to avoid you. He's been suspicious of us since he learned you were also in Raccoon City, and believes you know too much." She pulled out five small, BB sized objects from her pocket.

"I already took liberty of removing these so he doesn't know what transpires here today." She stated, earning a drunken look from the agent.

"What the hell are those?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Ada sighed.

"Cameras. They were placed all around your apartment. I put them in here myself to watch over you. Wesker knows I placed them here though, so I removed them." Ada cast her gaze towards the window, refusing to look at him.

Leon fumed in anger, yet was slightly touched that she had been watching over him this entire time. She really did care.

"You put cameras in my apartment?" he hissed, unable to hide the anger and betrayal he felt. Ada continued to look out the windows in reply. Leon looked at her leather-clad body. She truly was a beautiful and deadly woman. The leather hugged her form tightly, accenting her supple frame in all the right ways and her tactical vest did her that much more justice. He glanced at the weaponry she possessed, which was not much. She must have decided to travel light. A small fragment grenade was clipped to her belt next to her omnipresent grappling gun. The blacktail he had returned with from Spain now snuggled within its rightful owner's holster with a small knife beside it. And of course, the tranquilizer gun. Other than her few weapons, Leon saw she carried nothing else with her, which made him feel slight comfort.

Well, as much comfort as he could given the current circumstances.

The blond swallowed hard, daring a peek at her face. The assassin was still looking out the window towards the city below. The lights sparkling in the night like thousands of fireflies. Her jaw was clenched tightly and her brows were furrowed. Perhaps she wouldn't go through with her mission and she came to warn him. Perhaps she would go through with her mission and she was buying time before she executed the nasty deed. There was only one way to find out. Leon gulped down his rising fears.

"Ada…" his voice cracked with anticipation, "Are you… going to kill me, then?" The man could not suppress the cracking in his voice. Ada finally turned her head, sympathy shining from her jade eyes. A sad expression crept over her delicate features.

They locked eyes, jade and blue. As the spy looked at the agent, she could not bring herself to keep his gaze. She looked away, guilt mounting steadily within her. The woman stood abruptly, extending an arm to Leon. He looked at it questioningly. She gave him a warm smile, slightly throwing him through a loop. What was she doing?

Ignoring his sirens once again, Leon grasped her hand gently, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

The ex-cop wobbled slightly, letting Ada lead him to his bedroom. Once there, she gestured him to take a seat on the edge of the bed. He obeyed, his eyes trained upon her. Leon's fears melted away in an instant as she removed all of her equipment and placed it on his nightstand. Slowly, she unzipped her vest, carefully dropping the heavy Kevlar to the floor. Though a gesture of trust, Leon found her movements intoxicating and oh-so-very sexy.

This was proven by the sudden tightness of his pants.

Blood flooded to his cheeks as he looked down at his arousal and silently thanked whatever deity that reigned over the Earth that it was dark in his bedroom. Leon fought wildly with his body to control his urge, but to no avail. He was so busy concentrating he didn't notice Ada slink over to him. His head snapped up, spinning slightly due to the remaining alcohol in his system. The agent smiled sheepishly. Gulping heavily, he examined the Eurasian beauty before him. The little amount of light shining through the window caressed her gently, making the skin tight jumpsuit she wore glow.

God, it was getting hot.

Sweat trickled down the back of Leon's neck, making him shift uncomfortably. Ada glanced down, smirking at his situation. Butterflies beat their wings madly within him as she stared. Perhaps it was the alcohol and she was able to see just fine.

A gasp escaped him as the assassin pushed him down on the bed. With his legs hanging over the edge, she straddled him and pinned his arms down with her own.

Oh God, Leon wanted to cry.

The agent's blood raced frantically as he felt the luscious lips of the woman he loved graze over his neck. Slowly, they became soft, tender kisses. Ada made her way up, kissing along his jaw line towards his awaiting lips. The raven haired woman let her face linger over his, staring deeply into his baby blue eyes. There, she only found one thing; lust. She smiled to herself, indulging in her own pent-up desire.

At first, it was slow, the lovers drinking in each others' unique taste. Leon deepened the kiss, pulling himself free to wrap his arms around her waist. The agent pulled her down hard upon him, making her gasp within his mouth. He allowed his hands to roam her body freely, memorizing every curve and muscle through her suit. The man had had many daydreams about this moment, but so far this was blowing his imagination away.

Ada shifted above him, moving her hand to finger the hem of his shirt. Leon moved quickly as she began to tug on the offending clothing, breaking the kiss and allowing her to slip it over his head. The spy leaned back, observing the man below her. His torso was finely sculpted and riddled with scars. One particular one, however, caught her attention. The bullet wound he had received in Raccoon City. The bullet he had taken that had in turn, saved her life. A nostalgic smile crept over her face as her fingers delicately ran over the white scar tissue. She decided to not linger over the wound, moving her hands lightly up and down his abdomen. His breath hitched as her fingernails scraped over his skin. Her touch was intoxicating, to say the least, and Leon wanted more.

With his good hand, Leon reached up to cup her cheek, caressing it gently before pulling her down upon him. They again began the dance of dominance. Tongues swirled gently against one another, pushing and prodding with intimate passion. Leon moaned lowly as Ada ground against him. The spy cocked an eyebrow at him, though their eyes were closed. Humored at his response to her movement, she repeated it. Ever so slowly, she moved her hips tauntingly against him and elicited many small moans from him. His hands made their way to her hips and helped set a slightly faster rhythm.

Leon broke their kiss first. Though he was enjoying the foreplay, he still wanted more than she was giving him. The spy sat up, placing her hands on his chest to steady herself and continued her motions. He sat up with her, snaking his hands around her back to find the zipper to her jumpsuit. He frowned when he found nothing.

Ada let out the most beautiful, carefree laugh when she caught his eye. The ash-blonde agent smiled too. He had never heard such a pure display of happiness and joy from her. He instantly wanted to hear her laugh like that again and again, and it warmed his heart to know he had made her laugh that way. Her laughter subsided and the assassin smiled.

"Its in the front, Leon," she simply said, looking down quickly to gesture to her collar. His smile turned into a sheepish one as he located the zipper's correct resting place. Slowly, he drug it across the crisscrossed metal teeth, prompting them to release as designed. The agent's heart quickened as inch after inch of her creamy skin was revealed to him. He came to the end just below her belly-button and she stood. He was displeased as she got off of him, but was quickly mystified as she stepped out of the offending clothing. There stood Ada in nothing but her lacy-red laungire with the grace of an elven goddess. Her skin glistened in the moonlight as she sauntered back over to him.

As she climbed back on top of him, his drunken stared gained him another laugh from her. "You're beautiful," he whispered breathlessly. He couldn't help himself as his hands found their way back to her hips. He caressed her nearly-nude body again, constantly wishing he didn't have his cast. It prevented him from feeling everything the he wanted. He shook it off, that didn't matter.

Ada took this opportunity to sit up slightly and undo his pants. He obliged more-than-willingly, and they swiftly removed them. He sighed in pleasure at the new warmth pressed against him. As he adjusted his left leg, his knee brushed something solid and cold. Though he was thoroughly confused as to what it was, he ignored it. He would remove whatever it was from the bed later.

The spy leaned down, kissing down his neck and made her way down tantalizingly slow. Leon let out several moans as her trail slowed next to the hem of his boxers. His mind screamed for her to continue lower, but he resisted the urge to press her. Ever so slowly, she removed them, leaving him completely bare before her.

Ada allowed herself a wolfish grin as she observed the man before her. He wasn't the biggest man she had seen but… damn. She certainly wasn't expecting this. Leon caught her gaze and felt himself blush, slightly unsure if she was pleased or if she was trying not to laugh at him. His fears melted when she scooted back up to him and lowered her face to his.

Their dance began yet again. Tasting, savoring, and fighting. At some time in the battle, Leon removed her bra. Somewhere, Ada left large scratches over his torso. And at some point, the last article of clothing was removed. All was a blur to Leon as they exchanged kisses, touches, and loving stares. Thus, he was slightly shocked to find them both naked.

Ada Wong, here, in his bedroom. In his bed. Completely naked on top of him with her warmth rubbing almost unbearably against his length. The Gods were finally smiling down upon him. Never in his wildest daydreams had he imagined this moment would ever come to be.

And as she slowly coaxed him into changing their positions, his mind was blow further.

Leon stared into the jade eyes of the Eurasian beauty below him, completely awestruck. Her short raven hair cascaded around her on the pillow. A small bead of sweat made its way down the left side of her face and disappeared into her hairline. Her chest rose and fell in a barely noticeable jerky motion in anticipation. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs brushed against his lightly. She was ready for him. He was more than ready for her.

Was this really happening? Leon had had vivid dreams about this moment, but only ever woke up with a painfully hard erection. Now that this was about to happen, he wasn't so sure if it was.

All doubt fled his mind as swiftly as it came as he felt his tip brush it destination. This was definitely real. More than real. He had finally caught his elusive butterfly after all these years. No more was she fluttering in and out of his dreams and thoughts and she was here with him, giving him the greatest gift a woman could give.

He took no more time probing his brain with stupid thoughts. He positioned himself carefully and slipped in.

The moan Ada produced was almost enough to send him over the edge right then and there. And he wasn't even in all the way. He smiled. Slowly, the blond pushed himself as far as he could go, then pulled himself back. Thus began the motions of lovemaking. Ada squirmed in pleasure and he loosed a moan himself. She was so slick and warm; Leon nearly thought he was going to die of the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through him.

He rocked into her, still slowly, and she met his pace. Ada tossed her head back, exposing her neck to him. She moaned in delight as he suckled the nape of her neck, never breaking rhythm. He nails sunk into his shoulders as she suppressed the urge to scream. Leon moaned in response, involuntarily thrusting deep into her. She bucked her hips to him, begging a quicker pattern. He adjusted quickly.

As their lovemaking progressively grew faster and faster, Leon found it harder and harder to keep himself going. He refused to allow his release before her, so he gritted his teeth.

It wasn't very long, however, until Ada began producing a series of short, desperate moans. She clenched her fists and released them in a frenzied manner, scratching Leon's shoulders in a plea for him to oblige her. With a swell of pride, he complied, thrusting as fast and hard as he could within her depths.

Ada arched her back, her head tilted back, and she clenched around him. Thousands of sparks flared within her as the woman came, eliciting a low and pleased moan. Leon was very quickly behind her, shoving himself a few more times to drag out her pleasure. He balled his fists in the sheets and dug his head into her shoulder, releasing himself.

They laid there, panting and sweating for several content minutes. Leon finally raised his head to look at his love. She wearily opened her eyes to him and smiled. Carefully, he raised his hand to her and brushed the raven bangs from her eyes. The agent leaned down and kissed her lightly before removing himself from her and rolling to his side. She followed, laying her head onto his heaving chest.

I'm glad I lasted that long for her. Leon thought, amused. He hadn't had sex in eight long, horny years. Now, it was more than worth the wait. He snaked his arm across her shoulders and sighed contently.

Just as Leon was beginning to drift to sleep and enjoying the afterglow, mixed with his intoxication, Ada surprised him yet again. His eyes fluttered open and a grin graced his lips as she straddled him once more.

After three… maybe four -Leon had lost count- tussles of passion and love, Ada finally excused herself to the bathroom. The agent laid there, sprawled out and lazy from the lovemaking. His eyes fell quickly and a content smile crept over his face. Fuck his dreams, this was real. The blond felt himself yet again begin to doze. He didn't notice the sweat trickling down his face. Nor did he notice when Ada walked silently back into the room. His consciousness began to ebb away, peacefully taking to the realm of sleep. He sighed again, ready for his slumber to take hold.

His body went numb with pain. His eyes shot open. What the hell just happened? Slowly, a pain made itself know to him in the middle of his abdomen. Leon gasped for air as it intensified greatly and sent him into a panic.

Ada was standing at the foot of his bed, gun in hand. He wasn't sure if he saw correctly, but it appeared she was crying. Slowly, his eyes drifted downward to see the hole in his stomach spewing blood at an alarming rate. His mouth fell open.

Ada Wong had shot him.

His own tears began welling up in his eyes, pouring over freely. His beautiful butterfly had betrayed him. Blurrily, his gaze met hers again.

"Ada… why?" He mumbled nearly incoherently. After the passion they had just shared. The bond he had thought that had finally developed between them. It was all a lie. All a lie…

It was then he noticed she was already fully dressed. She looked down to the floor, then to the window. A few tears dropped from her face.

"I'm so sorry Leon. I'm so sorry…" she whispered. The spy silently ran to the window, wrenching it open, and fled, leaving the wounded agent bleeding out on his bed.

Hot tears ran down his cheeks as he lay there, in too much shock to move or attempt to get help. He had no will anyway. His beautiful Ada had just shot him, and he was probably going to die. He had allowed his emotions toward her blind him to her mission. She was sent here to kill him after all, she had flat-out told him her purpose.

"What a fool I've been," he mused silently to himself. His limbs slowly began to grow cold from what he assumed was blood loss. He was dying, he knew this feeling. He had felt the same way in Spain. But this time, he welcomed it. For Leon Scott Kennedy, life was no longer worth living. What he loved was a big, miserable lie. A cheap trick to further her own needs or wants. She could have at least shot him in the head, that way he could have died peacefully without knowing of this god-forsaken truth.

Leon let out a shaky breath as the cold continued to creep over him. He closed his eyes, allowing a few more tears escape them, and welcomed the peace that enveloped him.

Ashley sat up from the couch, stretching and loosing a large yawn. Her head swam and buzzed incoherently from the alcohol in her system. She smiled a little to herself, the sensation was still strong and she felt good now. The blonde had overdone it a little a few hours ago; at least she assumed a few hours had past. She bit the inside of her lip lightly and felt nothing. Yup, still pretty tipsy.

She glanced over to the couch and saw Grindel had taken Leon's place on the couch to her left. Ashley stood, wobbling slightly and walking over to pet the wolf-dog. His tail twitched at the attention. She sat down on the edge next to him, continuing to stroke the long and soft fur on the Shepherd's neck. She looked to the bland white ceiling, letting out another yawn.

Ashley froze immediately as a loud 'bang' resounded through the apartment. On instinct, she flung herself to the ground and cradled her head in her hands. Was that a gunshot? She couldn't trust her hearing one-hundred percent at the moment, but she was pretty sure that a weapon of some kind was just fired. The woman's ears rang fiercely as she laid there. The minutes crawled by as she held her position, unsure of what to do in her predicament.

It then occurred to her that Leon would have come out and told her everything was 'ok' if it was, in fact, ok. Where was he? Was he hurt? What the hell was going on? A swelling sense of fear crept its way into her gut as she rose, looking to Grindel. The wolf-dog was standing, snarling in the direction of Leon's door. The animal sensed her urgency and leapt off the couch, running toward the bedroom. She took after him and quickly reached the door, wrenching it open.

What she saw made her heart freeze.

Leon was laying there on his bed, completely naked, with a gunshot wound in the middle of his abdomen. "LEON!" she screamed, running over to him as quickly as her body could move. She skidded to a halt over him, instantly throwing her hand to his neck. He still had a pulse. He was alive. Ashley frantically wrenched the cell phone out of her pocket and held the speed-dial for her father. She also took the opportunity to check the time from the digital clock on Leon's nightstand. The number's danced for a second before she squinted, finally able to make out that the time was three-seventeen in the morning.

She impatiently stepped side to side as the phone rang once, twice, three times until finally, on the fifth ring, her father answered.

"Ashley?" the man groaned over the phone, obviously woken from his slumber. "Everything ok swee-" Ashley cut him off before he could finish his question.

"Daddy! Leon's been shot! Send someone fast!" she screamed into the phone, tears welling up along the edges of her eye.

"WHAT?" he yelled in response. She heard him screaming to one of his own bodyguards that were posted outside of his door at all hours. He issued several inaudible swears and commands as she was sure he was sending help right away. His voice finally returned to her attention. "Are you hurt honey? What is going on?" He barked quickly.

"I'm fine daddy; I don't know what's going on! No one is here, at least not anymore. I was asleep and I heard a gunshot, then I found Leon…like this!" she cried hurriedly into the phone. Her free hand made its way up to her mouth as she stared at the fallen man in horror.

"Stay where you are honey, Leon has firearms all over his apartment, one should be in his nightstand. Go hide yourself…" Whatever else he said was lost to Ashley. Her sobs forced her to her knees. She faintly heard her father calling to her, but she did not answer. As her tears overwhelmed her, the time did not matter to her. She heard the door crack open and agents filing into the apartment. She heard them shouting orders to one another. She barely noticed when one gently pulled her from her place on the floor and began to speak to her, but his words made no sense. She saw paramedics run to Leon's side, speaking in a frantic, foreign language to her. Everything was so hurried, confused and alien to her in her shock.

An agent gazed at her sympathetically and whispered to her words of comfort, but she did not hear them. Grindel growled and snapped at the men in suits as they placed his master on a stretcher. When one raised his firearm at the dog, Ashley flung herself out, protecting the loyal beast. With choked sobs, she clung dearly to the animal and did not allow anyone to pry them apart.

Everything was such a blur to Ashley Graham as she looked around, disoriented from her perch on the back of an ambulance. She could vaguely make out a sea of reporters and journalists, like vultures, scrambling and clawing at one another to get a better shot of the drama in front of them. She ignored them all; the low-life bastards would get not an ounce of her attention. She despised them all, making a living and creating a feeding frenzy over a person's heartache, demise, or absolute tragedy. Grindel was beside her, whimpering sympathetically as she held on to him dearly. He felt like the only anchor she had left to this world and if she let go, she would drift away to the stars and be lost. Lost forever amid the sparkling twilight to never again face to mortal worries of man and earth. Though that seemed nice to her at the moment, she couldn't do that. She was afraid of what would lay beyond or among the glittering world of the sky.

So she clutched the dog tighter, laying her head into the crook of his neck. Grindel lowered his ears, licking her on the arm. She shut her eyes and sighed. Who would do this? Why would someone go after Leon and leave her completely unharmed? It made no sense to her, as nothing did. So she simply allowed her tears to consume her once more while her faithful new friend watched over her, mourning together in silence.