Spin off: Indecent Proposal

Claire Redfield

—You've always made it through hard times, this one won't be the exception— he whispered.

All the tension I felt in my body vanished with those kind words. He took me aback when I suddenly felt his arm being wrapped around my shoulder, placing his chin on my head, as if he were to kiss my forehead anytime. It scared me, but it was luring too, those ambivalent feelings manifested as tension. However, I could give in to that feeling of comfort with our physical contact. I knew he only wanted to make me feel better in any way possible.

—I made it through…with your help — I placed my hand on his and hid my face on his neck. I did it almost automatically, without thinking that we might be getting too close.

I forgot about all those worries I had, I focused on the warmth of his body and his heartbeats. They had this curios rhythm, as though he nervous about a decision he was hesitating to make. What did he want to do? I might find it out if I focused more on his body language.

I took off the hand I had placed on his own, and relocated it on his chest, I wanted to figure out his heartbeats that, somehow, I felt attracted to.

I heard him let a moan out with my touch, and then my own heart synchronized its rhythm with his, I could feel it with the palm of my hand. It seemed as if we were waiting for something important to happen, but one of us had to make the first move.

And what exactly do you want to happen?

I wondered, and I got my answer seconds later: Leon placed his lips on my forehead while he grabbed the hand I had on his chest. A wave of warmth expanded from the point his mouth touched my skin, to the tip of my toes. I felt his heart beat faster, as if he was having an intense experience, I could even feel him shake.

He's nervous.

Maybe I should make it clear that he had nothing to be nervous about, he wasn't doing anything I didn't want, and I wouldn't get angry at him. Having reached this point, it was crystal clear to me what I wanted to get: to wipe away all my worries from my head, even if it was for a brief moment. Only that way, I could think things better, later.

Or so I hoped.

I felt his lips leaving my forehead, but he was still close enough for me to feel his breath.

—Claire…—he whispered low.

I lifted my face and stared at him with determination. My eyes met his turquoise ones, they were looking at me with eager. I was sure he also wanted to forget about the world for a moment, I could see it through. So, I just closed my eyes, waiting for Leon to get my message. I knew he got it when he took my face between his hands and pulled me close to him, reducing to zero the distance and locking out lips in a kiss I would have never imagined to share with him —except for that dream I had —.

This wasn't a dream, it was happening for real, and it was way better. His lips gave me a feeling of security, the same one I had when Leon held my hand while I was unconscious, but feeling it with my five senses was wonderful, so much that it made me wonder why I hadn't done it before, why I hadn't seen Leon in another way. This contact we had, was like asking each other "where have you been all this time?"

In my dream, I hesitated, and he was kind of shocked about that, but in this very moment I was so sure as the fact that my name was Claire Redfield, even if he was my friend, even if I didn't want to get sentimentally involved with someone else —I would arrange something later so we don't feel awkward with each other after this —. I didn't want him to feel guilty nor worried, so I just lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. He responded my gesture by placing his hands on my waist, increasing the intensity of our kiss. He made me lose my breath and moan at the same time, I thought I might pass out if I kept on going. I guessed Leon noticed it because he left my lips to go down to my neck and traced a path of kisses on my skin.

One of his hands infiltrated under my pajama shirt, to caress my back, my skin bristled, provoking pleasurable sensation all over my body. Especially between my legs.

I was so damn sure where I wanted to get.

Leon took the edges of my shirt, lifting them slowly. He stopped for a moment and stared at me. I knew what he wanted to ask, and I knew my own answer to his question. It was necessary to speak any of those, I just raised my arms to let him take my cloth off. I got a bit nervous, but I was so aroused that I didn't care for the fact that a longtime friend was seeing my bra for the first time.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and I started to pull down his leather jacket. He ended up taking it off himself. He had a shit under the jacket, I brought my face closer to his lips, but I didn't touch them, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, I really loved to do it that way. I thought it was really sensual. When I was done with my job, I saw a very well carved sculpture: he had six perfect abs, not to mention his pectorals. I never imagined Leon to be this well-built, and I should have, since he trained for the police and for the Secret Service. Fortunately, he didn't end up like my brother, Leon was proportioned. I could not resist to caress that perfect abdomen with my fingers, the pleasure I had with just this touch was like an orgasm. I had been with another attractive men before, but not as impressive as Leon.

—Wow…—it was all I could say. I noticed Leon smirking.

Maybe I just raised his ego a bit.

I felt his hand caressing the back of my neck, then he took my ponytail and untied it. I guessed he was serious when he told me I looked good with my hair down.

He pulled me towards him a kissed me again, grabbing my hind head with one of his hands, and the other on my back. Soon, I felt his fingers trying to loosen my bra. He managed to do it, and with both hands he pulled down the straps of my cloth and it fell right to where the others were.

I felt so exposed, there was no turning back —and I didn't want to —. My arousal was so evident in my breasts. Leon pulled apart to contemplate my half nude self. I could see a shining in his eyes, as if he was looking at something he wanted to see so much.

I must admit he raised my ego too.

—You're beautiful—he said with a voice thread.

Somehow, I felt happy.

I took the collar of his shirt and pulled it down. Leon took his arms off the shirt and then put it aside, with the rest.

God, look at those shoulders! His entire torso was like a well carved sculpture. I scolded myself even more for not taking interest in him before, but, as one of the four principles of spirituality in India stated: whenever it starts, it's the right time. And I believed it completely, I had him before me, half naked, about to know each other as woman and man, just in the moment when I felt the most vulnerable, when I felt so defeated for not saving someone that was under my care, when I didn't know what else to do, when my head was about to explode for ruminating intrusive thoughts. Just then, he was right there, to help me, to make me feel wanted in spite of my mistakes as a rescuer. In spite of my mistakes as a woman.

No, it couldn't be another time, but this.

Y placed my hands on his bare shoulders, to feel how strong they were. His skin was stuck to his muscles. How long did he have to train to be like that?

—Get on the bed —he asked me, we were still sitting on the edge of the mattress. I lift my legs and then laid down, letting him appreciate my partial nudeness.

He immediately put himself on top of me, with his legs on each side of mine, supporting himself with his hands. Our bare chest were about to touch each other, and I was so anxious about it.

Leon took a look from head to toe, rapt. He breathed deeply and then made a lunge towards my lips.

—Ah…—I moaned the moment I felt of bare skins finally touch each other, it provoked like electric shocks that reached my womanhood.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, I didn't want him to pull apart, I wanted to feel him more and more, his perfect body matched mine so well. I caressed his back with one of my hands, I perceived a perfect straight line. My curiosity was stronger than me, and I didn't stopped when I reached his lumbar zone, I went beyond and introduced my hand under his boxer to touch his strong ass.

I would be very idiotic if I didn't want tis Greek God to possess me right now.

Leon made a slight thrust, our sexes rubbed each other under our clothes. Only then I noticed how hard he was. I could resist the desire to verify it with my own touch, so my other hand went right to his crotch and grasped it.

—Hmm…—he murmured against my lips. I hoped I didn't do it that strong, but I guessed he liked my gesture.

His lips left mine to trace a path on my neck right down to my chest, he turned his face to grabbed my breast with his mouth, licking it, biting it slightly. He massaged the other with his hand.

It was driving me crazy.

Leon went back to my lips and I welcome him with eager. I had never been French kissed as deeply as he was doing right now.

I felt his hands go down to my pants. He pulled them down, along with my underwear. I took them off with some moves. I was totally naked under him, at his mercy. There was just one thing left to do.

My hands started to do the job to unbuckle and take his belt off. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and did exactly what he did to me: pulled them down along with his underwear, just enough to release his erected member. I wanted to see it, to know him as much as he was knowing me, but I couldn't take my eyes off his. I witnessed a genuine and strong desire, a feeling I hadn't seen for a long time. It was the kind of expression that denoted the emotion and the pleasure to be where you were, and who you were with.

I was so hypnotized that I barely realized that my entrance was expanding widely. He was penetrating me.

—Leon…—I moaned when I felt him fully inside.

I lifted my knees to ease the access, and when my body was completely adjusted to his, the body thrust started. They were slow and deep, they took moans out of my mouth, some of them were silenced by his lips between thrust. He entwined one of his hands with mine and placed it over my head, hiding his face on my neck.

—Oh, Claire…—he whispered to my ear, while he increased the speed of his thrust.

My free hand grabbed his back when I felt him go so deep inside me. I slipped it to his waist, bringing him closer to me, as if I were trying to tell him not to stop. I tried to keep him inside, moving my waist up and down while he was full in was so pleasurable.

I might end up soring, I was immobile for more than a month, but who cared about that when I was having the best intercourse so far.

I felt some sort of tickles in my intimacy, it was the sign I was about to reach the climax.

—Come on…Leon…—I incited him to thrust harder and faster.

He got my message. He moved his waist like mating animal.

The tickling became a strong spasm that made me scream —in Leon's ear, I didn't want anyone out there to hear me in my orgasm —, it started in the point where our bodies connected, then expanded to my belly and legs, leaving me in a complete state of relax that I only had one of my knees up because Leon was holding it —the rest of my body was still —.

—AHH! —Leon moaned strongly to my ear, when I felt him shake inside me.

He had reached his climax with a strong orgasm like mine, pouring his essence in me on the way.

There was this nice feeling when a man ejaculated inside.

He kissed my cheek and dropped his weight all over me. I just managed to snort, I had no strength to pull him aside.

I simply closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of our excited bodies after an amazing moment of passion.

o-o-o-o-o

I was cuddling in Leon's arms, under the sheets, both of us naked.

After the first time, we just laid on the bed, without speaking a word. He just caressed my head, and I did the same on his arm. I wanted to break the silence, but didn't know how. What was I supposed to say? The embarrassment I left aside while getting laid struck back all of a sudden. The phrase "you just slept with a longtime friend" resounded in my mind. How were we supposed to act after this? Would this affect the friendship and alliance w've had until now? I wish it wouldn't, losing someone like him in this war against bioterrorism would be a big loss and a total shame.

Just when I was about to say his name, I heard the sound of pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. I slightly get up to see what he was doing, and I noticed he was taking off said cloth completely, alongside underwear.

My eyes were witnessing his erected member for the first time, in all its glory. I understood why I felt my entrance expand so much when he penetrated me.

He's got a thick tool.

I thought, the I shook my head.

"What…what are you doing?" I had asked him with a faltering voice.

"I just want to feel you again, but with every inch of my body, no exception" he said, capturing my lips once more. I felt so defenseless against him, he had this facility to make me forget about any embarrassment, and erase any intrusive thought in my mind. Maybe, if I had sex with him more often, I wouldn't have any worries.

The difference in this second time was that Leon put me on top of him, taking my waist with his hands and showing me how I should move. I had feeling of pleasure, not only the sexual kind, but a pleasure of dominance as well, seeing him under me, at my mercy, leaving him breathless, until he exploded inside me. And I joined him in the ecstasy.

So, that was how we ended up in the position we were, listening to our breaths whilst we caressed each other. I didn't know how it has been since we started, I guessed not so long, the second time was fast, but intense. He not only made me forget about my worries, but also about the track of time.

A warmth liquid leaked between my legs.

He also makes me forget a about protection. Shit, Leon.

—Don't you ever use condoms when you slept with women? —I asked sarcastically, deep inside, I was kind of mad about him forgetting that small detail.

I heard him laugh slightly.

—It's the first time I miss it. Really —he swore.

—Yeah, of course.

—I'm not lying. I didn't expect this to happen, if I had, I would have brought condoms. Or did you know this was going to happen? —he questioned, turning his head to face me.

I looked him back.

He was right. I could not blame him for anything, we were supposed to discuss what to do after the decision of the government, as the friends and allies we were, not have sex on a hospital bed like a pair of lovers thirsty of passion.

—No, I didn't know it — I replied.

—And, to be honest, it's been two months since I last got laid. I just got carried away —he said.

What? Such an attractive man like him has been in abstinence for two months? I was sure there were lots of women who would like to be in his arms, at least for a night.

But, maybe…

—Was it because you were watching over me while I was unconscious?

—It would have been kind of immoral and unethical to sleep around with random women, and them come here to take care of you. Being here is also my job.

Nice, I felt guilty. My condition didn't have to interfere in his life. Yet, he choose to put a halt on it to stay with me.

—Sorry for that — I apologized.

—Don't worry. I wanted it that way. Besides, I just got my reward for it —he smirked, as if bragging about what he had just done.

—I don't know when my last period was — I said, insinuating I was still worried for our lack of common sense.

—We will ask about that to the personnel who took care of you. If there is any risk, I'll get you a pill later —he said, offhandedly.

I disliked the post-day pill. I had only used once and the hormonal explosion within was so brutal that I had to skip work for a day. Nausea and dizziness knocked me out like a pro boxer.

—Don't you love the idea of having a child from such an attractive man like I am? —he asked with his usual sarcasm.

I slightly hit him on his forearm, he just smirked.

—It's not that I don't want to be a mother, nor that I don't want a beautiful child. It's just that I don't want to be pregnant while I'm being experimented on. Who knows what kind of side effects the virus I carry may cause to the fetus. I doubt an attractive man like you would want to have a hideous child —I replied using the same amount of sarcasm he used.

—Well, you've got a point there —he kissed my forehead —. Easy, as soon as we learn if there's any risk, I'll get you a pill. I guess you'd rather have outrageous pre-menstrual symptoms than having a hideous child, wouldn't you?

I still needed more training to be at his level of sarcasm.

I smiled.

—In any case, it was still risky. You didn't even locked the door —I observed.

—They always knock before entering. And it's not like you brother Chris would come in suddenly.

Hearing my brother's name took me back to my reality. No matter how comfortable I felt in Leon's arms, there was work to be done.

—Chris! —I got up abruptly.

—What about him? —Leon asked, sitting up as well.

—We still have to tell him what happened today —I said while turning to Leon. He raised an eyebrow —.Everything except this, of course —I clarified, though I didn't need to—. Maybe he can help us to find a solution for TerraSave case.

—You want me to call him? —I nodded —. Well, we'd better dress again. I don't think he finds funny to see us like this — he sat on the edge of the mattress to bent down and pick our clothes. He handed mine, I stood up and walk towards the big window. It didn't matter anymore if Leon wanted to see me putting my clothes on.

Nervousness came back, I dressed as fast as I could. I had to do something to ease the situation between us after what we did.

Leon doesn't seem uncomfortable with this.

Even if he wasn't, I had to make sure that, at least, I would not feel uncomfortable near him. We were true friends, the kind that are with each other in the good and the bad. Not friends with benefits.

—Leon, about what just happened between us…— I started, but I didn't want to turn myself to face him. I could only hear him putting his pants on.

—What? That we made love on a bed inside of a hospital? — sarcasm overflowed his mouth.

—Well, it sounds too romantic with those words —I said. There weren't any clear feelings between.

—So, do you mean we just compulsively fornicated?

—Ok, that sounds kind of cold —I didn't like the idea of treating us each other like sexual objects —. I mean the fact we had…intercourse.

—That sounds too scientific—he said.

—Let me finish, damn it! —I yelled, crossing my arms and stomped on the floor. When I didn't heat anymore from him, I continued —. What I want to say is that…can we act as if — to say "didn't happen" would have been so unbelievable even to me — …this was something casual? —I finally said.

Silence took over the room. I got scared, did I say something that got him angry?

I heard his steps coming near to me. My heart beat faster. I felt his presence right behind me, what was he going to do?

His answer to my non-verbalized question was wrapping his arms around my waist. He held me tight, he still had his torso unclothed. I could feel through my pajama shirt, the hardness of his chest.

—And by casual, do you mean just like a "one night stand"? Or that we can do it everytime we want it? —he whispered.

—I meant…that…—it was getting hard to focus on my words —. We're friends Leon, we've been for a long time. Friends like us do not do this kind of stuff —I said, not really convinced of my own speech.

—We're not normal friends, Claire. We've never been. Those friends you talk about are the kid that meet high school, parties, school meetings. Our own meeting had nothing to do with that, and ever since, we've seen each other under the same circumstances.

I had to admit he was right. Could it be possible that our sexual encounter wouldn't affect us the same way as it would to another couple of "normal" friends? I might try and find it out, but I was still frightened. Last time I "tried" something with a longtime friend, the guy turned out to be a traitor who only used me for his plans.

Leon is not Neil, Claire.

—Besides —his voice took me out of my thoughts —, it will really difficult for me to not want this to happen again, having you so close to me, in Washington —he bent down his head to breath above my shoulder. It tickled me—. You know that know I have complete access to the facilities you'll stay in. We can make you stay in Washington a lot more interesting and less stressed.

—Are you making me an indecent proposal or something? —I asked, nervous.

—Call it whatever you want, truth is that after today, I cannot see you as a simple friend. I want to know you even more, as a woman. And I'm sure you want to know me too. I'll be delighted to show you anything you want from me.

He took me by my elbows and turned me to be face to face with him. I didn't dare to look at him. Leon noticed and it grabbed my chin and lifted it, making me do what I wanted to avoid.

I saw so much determination in his eyes, as if he had just stuck to an ideal that no one could make him leave aside.

They captivated me.

Leon bent down to give me a peck.

—I promise you that, if something changes between us, it would be a good change. I'm still you ally in this war against bioterrorism, I won't let you to fight alone. Never.

He gave me another quick peck and that was when I trusted his words completely. The only way I would lose Leon, was only if someone erased him from the map.

And I wasn't going to let that happen.

—Think about it —he whispered before kissing my forehead and walk off.

I saw him putting his shirt and leather jacket on. Then, he walked towards the door, but he stopped to looked at me one last time.

—I'll tell the personnel to come over so you can ask about your last period. I'm calling Chris and tell him everything. Be right back —. He turned the door knob and exited the room.

I let a deep sight out, as if I had been holding my breath for a long time. Y caressed my lips with my thumb.

I smiled.

Actually, I didn't have anything to think about. My answer was already clear.

Being Leon's lover didn't mean to have feelings for each other, anyway.

Now my wait to go to Washington seemed so long.

o-o-o-o-o

Hello everyone! I've resurrected! xD

Sorry for this tremendous waiting, but since the beginning of May I'm studying a Master Degree online, so every week I'm watching videos and doing homeworks of three subjects. To top it off, I'm still taking an online diplomat of Neuropsychology, so I'm watching videos and doing homeworks from that too. I'm also writing a manuscript (which I haven't updated in two weeks!) that I'd like to publish as a book, so I'm investing time in that. As you can imagine, I use Word so much that I end up getting tired of it at some point and don't want to type anything else xD. Good news is that diplomat ends in this July, so I'll have more free time to invest in the fic. I also want to take time to create my YouTube project. Yes, I want to have a channel too, would you support me in that? Its name is AyaNatsuTV, it's in Spanish though xD (I'm playing retro games, like DonkeyKong 64).

And also, I want to apologize if this chapter is not a continuation of the previous one, but I've been wanting to do this Spin Off for a long time, (and I know you wanted tome erotica too!) it's a kind of What If? Story, I did think of making this scene cannon, obviously, it would have changed the current path of the story. At the end, I chose to stick to my original idea, if I had made this cannon, it might have ended up like the cliché story about two friends with benefits who fall in love with each other. Besides, Leon wouldn't have asked Claire to live with him (yet xD), he would have thought it could be too much for her.

What do you think? Do you prefer this path? Or do you want to see what I have planned for these two lovebirds?

In other issues, RE7 has been finally announced with a trailer and a demo…I don't know what to think. No matter where I see it, it's like the lost son of Silent Hills P.T., although, according to the developers, it's not part of the actual game. However, they also said this would be a new phase of RE (RE1,RE2,RE3 being the first with fixed camera, and RE4,RE5,RE6 being the second with OTS camera) with a first person camera, continuing the canon story. They are sure first person camera can work in RE. I might be, but I DO NOT LIKE FIRST PERSON GAMES, I admit I'm a nonerotic voyeuristic girl who enjoys to see the character while playing. I mean, what's the point of taking the time to design a character if you're not going to see it 90% of the time? Maybe this generation of RE is not for me anymore, since the story of our main four seemed to have reached its end (the main character of RE7 is going to be a new one, a normal person).

Anyway.

There's a chance I might take long to update, until my diplomat finishes.

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