Blow Me One Last Kiss
A Resident Evil LeonxAda FanFic
Plot: Takes place after the events transpired in the CGI Film Resident Evil Damnation.
PART 2
"Are you ready to dance Leon?" Maria said to the dumbfounded Leon.
Leon feels like he's drawn to a black hole; a black hole caused by a certain lady in red; the singer on stage; the person that Leon is very much glued to, despite some inevitable differences – Ada Wong. The American agent remembered their previous encounter on a certain underground parking lot. They engaged in a short scuffle for a moment there: a showcase of their distinct fighting skills and attachment. They always do ever since the Raccoon City incident. Perhaps that's just their own way of greeting each other.
But right now, it's quite different. They met each other but did not engage in a fist fight. Or maybe, there's no greeting to spoke of yet? Leon is unsure how and why Ada is standing on the stage, holding the microphone and prepared to entertain him and the others.
"Leon? Are you alright?" Maria asked Leon. Leon was unresponsive. The vodka was overtaking him again, not to mention Ada.
Maria drew her lips onto Leon's reddened ear lobe. She hissed his name. Leon was finally awakened.
"S-sorry Maria. I'm in some kind of reboot." Leon joked. Maria grinned. "Let's dance, anyway."
Maria nodded. Leon offered his hand to the persistent lady. Maria was so happy; like a child received a dreamed toy from Christmas.
In an effort to revive himself from previous embarrassment, Leon made the first move; he slid his palms on Maria's waist. Maria stationed his soft palms on Leon's rigid shoulder. Leon coughed, still not accustomed to dancing and close contact with an enchanting lady as Maria. He's more acquainted with chaos; from ravenous zombies to megalomaniac villains.
When the music starts, so was the in-the-mood couples. Leon take one final look to the singer. He sighed. The words he mentioned before to Ashley Graham keeps echoing to his mind; 'She's a part of me I can't let go'. No doubt about that.
Ada's voice is astonishingly good. Her raspy and irresistible voice put everyone under the mantle of passionate and dawdling dance. Ada made a momentary glance to Leon and his partner. Leon's eyes were shut. She's wondering why. While that of his female partner are half-closed. She maintains her sexy composure even though the man she's very much interested with was dancing not to her. Ada, at that moment, only cares about throwing an outstanding performance; that will even put Leon to much adoration. Just like Leon, this has been a good new experience. Away from the usual bedlam of blood, corpse and virus.
Leon tries hard to prevent his eyes to fix unto alluring Ada. Nevertheless, his mind is uncontrollable; it can't stop thinking about Ada; her presence there; how she feels about him dancing with Maria. Because of his anxiety, he accidentally stepped into Maria's foot.
Maria frowned at the dire contact. She shut herself from complaining because she doesn't want her partner to act differently on her. Leon though realized what he had done. The two separated. "I'm so sorry Maria. I'm really a terrible dancer."
"No, no Leon. It's alright." Maria said immediately.
"Maybe, I'm a little tired." Leon said, then placed his palm to his forehead.
"Sorry for pushing you. Let's take a break. Why don't we go to my table?" Maria offered.
"Are you sure we can rest? I mean the song is your favorite, right?" Leon persuades.
Maria smiled amiably. "Don't worry about it Leon. I'm the one to blame."
Leon badly needs to cool himself down. So without second thoughts, he agreed to take a break on Maria's table.
Ada, over her mellow voice, watches in fondness as Leon was being escorted by his female partner to the table on far side of the stage. Leon seems to be exhausted. She saw Leon hide is face with his palms. Ada controlled her emotion; she doesn't want to ruin the night. But her face gradually shows some concern.
"Are you okay Leon? You look…disturb…" Maria inquired out of worry.
Leon just nodded.
Maria speculated that there's something between Leon and the lady singer. She stares at Ada, who was singing heartily; eyes close while both hands leaning on the microphone. She wants to ask Leon without delay, but on his present condition, it's not the best time. She decided to help him first before interrogating him. She is not a torturer anyway. "I'm going to get you a glass of water, okay Leon? Just sit back and relax. I'll be back in a flash."
Leon nods again.
Right after Maria left, Leon experienced headache. "Must be the drinks since morning." He pondered.
This has been the longest time Leon saw Ada. That's the ultimate reason to his imminent and apparent apprehension. Yes, they've sailed together on a motorboat (via Ada's initiative) but they were both on a mission; Leon to rescue the president's daughter and Ada to retrieve plaga sample (which he only notice in the end). Leon thought of talking intimately to Ada during that time. Yet Ada's elusive nature (by maneuvering the boat violently) prevented Leon from making the move that might probably change him forever. Right now, indeed, is very memorable to Leon. Notwithstanding the awkwardness.
He then glared at Ada, singing seriously. Headaches pacified; reminiscence forgotten. He stares at her in awe. She's just the perfect woman. Daring, witty, and charming. To top it all off, she can sing brilliantly!
Ada caught Leon looking intently on her. She smirked enticingly. She didn't mind Leon falling head over heels to her. She was so aware of their bizarre relationship since their kiss at Raccoon City.
Leon can't help it but to absorb the captivating and compelling singing voice of Ada.
Bears a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood on the fruit
Black body swinging
In the sudden breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the …
Ada's voice drastically faded.
Even with Ada's form and voice lurk in the brilliant mind of Leon, he fell asleep. Ada saw how Leon placed his head in the table. Yes, she's worried: Leon can be really careless and helpless that she had to intervene, like fighting the final boos back in the Raccoon City; fistfight with Jack Krauser and final battle with Saddler. Moreover, she's somewhat embarrassed: how could he fall asleep in such place and while she's performing her first and probably the last concert?!
The song is almost at its end; Ada was left with no choice but to concentrate on the remaining lyrics. And besides, she saw Maria, coming to rescue Leon from humiliating slumber at the pub.
Falling debris everywhere. Fires rummaging every iron panel and glass pattern in this falling underground laboratory. There's a huge monster lying on the floor; not far from where Leon was; thankfully, the monster was dead. But there's a person at the far end; still breathing but laboriously; it was a woman! It was Ada! Leon ran to her rapidly. Leon picked up the severed Ada. Ada spoke but no words could be heard. Everything was in silent mode. Until… until… the kiss. Then Ada perished. ADDAAAA!
"Leon! Leon! Wake up!" Finally a voice!
Leon opened his eyes. He was taken aback from blinding disco lights. He realized he fell asleep. And even dreamed about the romantic and memorable time with Ada. And speaking of Ada…
"Where's Ada?!" He said as he scanned the stage with no familiar woman to be found there.
"Are you alright Leon? Would you like me to take you home now?" Maria asked, her tone very worried.
Leon's thought was all about Ada. To avoid disrespect though, he faced Maria. "I'm fine…now…I'm just drunk. Sorry Maria for ruining your night." Leon said as courteous as he can. He brushed his head, working his way back to reality.
Maria sat beside him, rubbing the nearest shoulder on her. "You're so nice, you know that? I had a great night, on the dance floor. And I thank you for giving me that." Maria smiled her eyes twinkle from the colorful bright lights.
Leon chuckled. "Thank you too for enduring a horrible person like me." They both chuckled. Maria gave the glass of water.
Leon, out of the blue, saw a figure on his previous post. It's Ada! She was alone, drinking perhaps a glass of vodka with a strawberry cutlet on the lid. Vlad was the person attending to her. He can see how awkward and shy Vlad is in front of Ada. Leon saw the opportunity to talk to her; to make things clearly. And to regain his sanity, once and for all.
Maria tries to look at where Leon's eyes are fixated. Maria breathed. And after taking some amount of bravery, present the controversial question to Leon.
"Is she your girlfriend, Leon?"
Leon choked; not prepared to such question. He feigned innocence. "Who?!" His confused expression is authentic though.
"That lady singer?" Maria said, lips twitching.
Leon remained silent. "Well…she is not my girlfriend." Leon finally said. There's a sad aura on his statement.
Maria laughed. "But you sound contrite. Did she ditched you?" Maria entwined her lean arms.
Leon coughed. "No!" In the back of his mind, the follow up answer is that he hasn't even courted her!
"Then what she is to you? That made you feel…that restless?" Maria turned serious. She is interested in Leon, anyway.
Leon thought for a moment what will be the correct and acceptable answer; not only to the inquisitor but also to him. "I really can't tell. An important person…I guess?"
"You guess?" Maria repeated. Silence. Leon sat, with his hands inspecting the details of the glass of water. Maria waggled. "Okay. I get it." Maria snapped.
"What?!" Asked the puzzled Leon.
"You go catch up with her. She's been alone on that counter for a while. I think she needs company." Maria said. She smiled sincerely.
Leon did not move a muscle.
Maria slightly punched his shoulder. "Come on…before I change my mind."
"Thank you Maria." Leon stands up. And so was Maria. "It's really nice to meet such a wonderful lady." Leon said. They both hugged each other as a farewell. Leon hurriedly walks towards the counter.
Maria looks at Leon and Ada. She fetches her purse and trench coat, then walked towards the pub's entrance door.
Leon was standing nowhere that far from where Ada is loafing. He jiggled his head, trying to clear it from unnecessary thoughts and of course the influence of alcohol. He tends to himself; combed his hair using his fingers then tidied his clothing.
Ada is sipping to her strawberry flavored vodka when she felt a presence on her side. It was Leon. She was not surprise.
"One vodka please." Leon said. His voice a little deep, as if he was restraining his throat to speak more words.
Ada interrupts. "Please make it one extra glass only. I'll give him a share of my vodka. He's my long-awaited company." Ada said softly. Chill on the spine; that's Leon's reaction to Ada's statement.
Leon quaffed. Ada gently coiled her stool on Leon's side. Ada set down her half-emptied glass on the counter. Her free hand finds its way to her jaw. Her legs crossed and the other arm resting on the stool's frame.
"So…Leon…how are you? Enjoying the night so far?" Ada inquired. Her speech sounded a little raspy. Perhaps from singing?
Leon didn't look. Or can't look at all. Either way, he answered her. "Never been better." He thought this will be a good offense for her.
Ada nodded. "I see. Is it because of that woman before? Or perhaps…it's because of me?"
Leon frowned. He really can't win over Ada's wittiness. She's definitely making fun of him. But why? She's not aware of his peculiar feelings for her. Is she?
Before Leon can formulize a clever answer, the glass Ada asked arrived. Vlad left the two immediately. Ada didn't mind Leon's failure to respond automatically. Leon tried to reach the glass but Ada's hand is fast. Leon glanced at her.
She filled the glass, handed it to Leon at once. "Have you tasted strawberry vodka before, Leon?
Leon shrugged while receiving the drink. "Not really…hope this will taste good."
Ada picks her glass. "Cheers."
Leon did the same.
Leon emptied the glass instantly. He savored the final droplet. He likes the taste. Ada saw the approval. "Another one?" She offered.
Leon nodded.
While Ada pours the liquor from the red bottle, Leon finds it to be a proper opportunity to ask her. Leon was about to utter a word when the hanging question of Ada was revisited.
Leon was pensive again. The truth of course, is that he's never been better because Ada is here; beside him. There's no other reason. He don't want to admit it though to Ada. He pulled his face for a white lie. "It's because of the woman. I haven't seen one like her for ages."
Ada laughed. "For ages, huh. You're really a nice person Leon."
Leon realized that Ada figured his white lie: it's because he can't look at her directly. He's really bad at lying. But Ada is unwilling to further the conversation on the 'real' answer.
Now, Leon wants to ask. It's his turn.
"So Ada, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere? Reporting to your boss?"
Ada tittered. "We're not supposed to talk about business in this kind of place, don't you think?" Ada murmured. She winks at Leon then emptied her glass.
Leon grimaced. It's unfair that he can't ask question while she can!
"Okay. So, how about your stay here? How was it?" Leon emptied his glass too. The vodka with flavorings suddenly tasted strong and bad to him.
Ada offered her another and Leon shook his head. Ada frowned.
"You know Leon that I don't give information for free. I want something in return." Ada said. She sipped a little of her vodka.
Leon grinned. "Information, huh. Yeah. I forgot about that." He remembered the time when Ada saved him, Leon made a force payment; the plaga sample.
"Hmm. How much do you want?" Leon looked at her; face pale yet still beautiful. Ada traced the lid of her glass.
"You make it sound like I'm a gold digger. How rude." Ada snapped but not in a pissed way.
Leon shrugged.
"It's not 'how much', Leon, it's 'what'." Ada proposed.
"Then what do you want me to do or give for your answer?" Leon queried. He was now sitting facing Ada.
"How elaborate." Ada uttered. "Let's see…"
By the time Ada was thinking of a good challenge to Leon, the band played Louis Armstrong's La Vie En Rose.
Ada does not make any diverting thoughts. "A dance…"
Leon was a bit disappointed. He's been dancing for the whole night. He stepped at a foot and grew tired of it. But then, how many times in the past he danced with Ada? Offered by Ada a drink? Talk to Ada this long? Not once.
Leon did not respond. Instead, he stands up. He extends his right arm to Ada, signaling his willingness to comply. Ada smiled, like that of Cheshire Cat. She left the bottle unattended.
Since most of the listeners preferred to sit around for the last few songs, only Ada and Leon where at the center, prepared for slow dance.
The singer started singing. At the time he mentioned the letters "Hold me close and hold me tight…" The two strong-willed couple starts the dance, just like the lyrics.
Ada was leaning on Leon's shoulder. She smelled sweet, like strawberry, with a tinge of alcohol. She's a little drunk, that's for sure. Leon, for whatever reason, leave behind the effect of alcohol that he has been drinking since early that day. Ada affects him much more than what alcohol can do. Leon, is in a way drunk; not just drunk but flooded: with Ada's close and intimate presence.
Leon closed his eyes. Is this for real? Am I really dancing and hugging Ada?
The pub, because of how romantic the song the band is playing, is half-lit.
Leon glanced at the people. Some are talking to one other; some shares heartily laughs; some just under the pure bliss of listening.
Leon felt the close contact was a little painful. Painful because after that night, they'll be back to their own business; they might be foe or just the usual mutual benefactors of whatever mission they'll be having. Why can't they do this everyday? Why can't they be happy? These are painful thoughts banging unto Leon's door of psyche.
Three minutes later, the romantic song ended.
Ada instinctively disengages herself from Leon's bosom. She gave Leon an oh-so-lovely smile.
The two shared fervent look. It was spontaneous. Leon wet his lips, assuming for a kiss. But of course, Ada was evasive. She passed by Leon and struts back to their place. Leon, even though he's a little upset, he felt contented with the rare chance to dance. He followed Ada.
Ada shook the unmoved bottle. "Oops, there's more."
Leon sighed. He holds his glass raised it to Ada. "Bottom's up." He said gleefully.
It's late at night. The patrons of Petrov's Pub already went home. Except for Leon and Ada.
"Would you like me help you carry him, ma'am?" Vlad posed to Ada, who tried earnestly to carry the heavily drunk Leon to the waiting taxi outside.
"Thanks Vlad." Ada handed the zealous young bar tender Leon's right arm.
Vlad struggled.
Finally, they arrived at the yellow cab.
Ada gave Vlad a generous amount of money for the drinks and the help. Vlad bowed to Ada as a sign of gratitude, then waved at them.
After Ada told the taxicab driver of the location of her hotel, she looked at Leon. Her red lips curved a little.
The lady killer was on deep snooze. His head was supported by the nearby window. Arms reclining at his legs. If Ada does not know that Leon was only drunk, the latter may be mistaken for a cold corpse.
Ada noticed his sweaty face. She reached for her handkerchief and wiped Leon's face dry. She brushed his hair upward. Leon made a faint sound. Ada left him alone on his slumber journey.
After few minutes, they arrived at the hotel where Ada is staying. She can't carry Leon any longer. She scanned the entrance. Luckily there's a guard at post and help her carry Leon.
Leon during the transport was still; only weak breathes can be heard from him.
The guard was muscular. Ada took advantage of that; she commanded the guard to lay Leon on the king-sized bed.
Afterwards, Ada thanked the guard. She then shut her room's door. Lights were off. Ada didn't plan to open them as it might awaken Leon. The moonlight serves as her guiding light.
Ada miraculously was sober, despite the drinking spree with Leon. She walks slowly to the bed. There lies Mr. Handsome in an open arms; so serene; so immobile; and so defenseless. Ada chuckled at the fact that Leon lost at a drinking challenge with a woman and end up like a very tired workman after a day's labor.
She felt a little pity and remorse; she caused him to be drunk like this. She's responsible why Leon is there lying on her bed.
As reparation for Leon, Ada thinks it right to make his sleep comfortable by removing the shoes and unbuttoning some buttons on his shirt to welcome some air on his body.
But first, a little pep talk.
She sits besides Leon's torso. She caressed his face. Her lips arched. "Such a shame, my dear Leon…you can dose off easily with just few shots! Look at you now! You're…inactive." Ada purred.
Ada stood and was about to go over the shoes when her wrist was grabbed by awakened Leon. Ada's pretty face spells 'shock'. Leon manages to mumble words clearly. "Why, Ada, do you like me when I'm active?" He beamed proudly. It's now he's turn to tease her.
Ada guffawed; a little louder than the brief laughs she made at the pub. "Oh Leon, you—" Ada was unable to finish her sentence as Leon snatched her closer to his face then without qualm, kissed her. It was only a peck as Ada was forced to do it. But Leon did it intimately; his eyes were closed; Ada's eyes weren't.
Ada's half-body was on the bed. Her hips downward lies on the carpet, she was in kneeling position. She unsealed their lips.
Silence. The two looked at each other. The moon shines brightly at them, thanks to the little opening from the curtains. Through such light, Leon sees Ada at her most picturesque appearance. That hiatus creates a play-like scenery; the moon as the spotlight; the bed as the stage; and the two as the principal actors, probably a Romeo and Juliet play.
Leon did not expect what happens next. Ada leaped on the bed, positioned herself on top of Leon, bended closer to the American agent and returned the kiss, this time more intense than Leon's first try.
Leon holds Ada tightly, one hand on her nape and the other on her waist. Ada's hands occupied Leon's head. The kiss became more intense. They had hard time breathing. There's no room for air. They don't want to break the kiss.
Leon's hand previously placed on Ada's waist journeyed down to her thigh and pressed it. Ada moaned. Leon then maneuvered sideways, to be on top of Ada. The kiss stops.
Second part of hiatus. Leon glanced at Ada's sweaty neck. He planned on planting his mouth there. But…somehow…he's experiencing an impending weakness.
Ada spotted Leon's dropping eyes. "Leon…are you okay?" She asked worriedly. She stroked his red cheeks; it feels hot.
"Ada…I…I…" Leon struggled to say a word but his body surrendered; he fell, face blank on the side of Ada's neck. Ada can feel Leon's arduous breathing on her neck. Just like that, he returned to his slumber.
She rolled her glistening eyes and chuckled. "Oh, lover boy…why torment me with this?" She said while stroking every strands of Leon's hair. "What shall I do now?"
END OF PART 2
A/N: I didn't expect to finish another chapter this early. Usually, it'll take me weeks to update. My final exam just ended. That might be the reason. And of course, the love and support given by you, my readers and fellow Aeon Fans! I really appreciate the reviews, favorites, followings and so on. Please, keep them coming!
I'm addicted to this pairing. I admit it. Well, of all kinds of addiction, this one is apparently less life-threatening and less degrading. Don't you think? LOL.
Hope you like this chapter! Stay tuned for the next one!