He is Real

Chapter 40

Warnings: Lemon, Gore, Language

*Author's Note: Last one for the night, and by the way, the lemon chapter with Luis and Jessica is coming up soon, so just a warning ahead of time, so then if you don't want to read it, you don't have to. Unfortunatly, I'm going to have to, even though I skipped it the first time I read this......

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Leon and you lay cuddled beside each other, relaxing on the large mattress and occasionally exchanging words. It probably had been ten to fifteen minutes the two of you have been lying there. What could you say? You were comfortable. Leon was, too. You wondered if the three had already started eating with out you. What did it matter anyway? You were happier here then anywhere else. But then again, the food was probably getting cold. "You know, we should probably get up..." you remarked but with uncertainty. You didn't want to get out of bed just yet.

"Mm-hmm," Leon replied, but still not taking the responsibility of moving. He was just as lazy as you were. The two of you became silent, your head rested by his neck and arms around the mid of his back. Leon's chin was rested above the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your waist as if possessively. You sighed tiredly and closed your eyes, feeling exhaustion over coming you. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door before you could drift off. Leon and you jerked your head towards the door as it was being opened.

"________?" Emily's voice was heard before she stepped into the room. She immediately blushed, witnessing Leon and you holding each other. You let go of him and slowly began to sit up as you smiled at her warmly.

"Is everything okay, Emily?" you asked. She nodded her head shyly, averting her gaze to the carpeted floor.

"You t-took a while to c-come back, so I came to check if you were coming," she said, shifting her feet a few times.

You scratched the back of your neck and laughed nervously.

"Sorry I kinda got...um, well..." you replied with unease of what to say. You could feel the embarrassment she was feeling radiate from her which caused you to go tense. What reason could you say to a seven-year-old girl? She wasn't yet old enough to understand the essence of how you felt towards Leon, and that you wanted to spend some 'alone' time with him. She might have seen her parents show one another's affection towards each other but it's not like she fully had knowledge of what the affection was.

"It's all right...I was just...making sure you were okay, is all," she remarked. You sighed and smiled.

"I am. I was just spending some time with Leon. In fact, we were just going to get up and eat some breakfast." She nodded her head reluctantly before quickly stepping out of the room. You scratched the back of your neck that felt strained by the weight of your nerves. "Well, that was awkward," you said. Leon chuckled beside you half-heartedly before sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, his bottom half already covered by his blue jeans. You watched him as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and began putting it over his head. You pouted. "Do you have to wear that?" you questioned a little too loudly.

"Hm?" Leon stopped all movement, holding his shirt just by the mid of his well chiseled stomach, looking at you curiously. A blush crept up to your cheeks as you began fiddling with your fingers. He smirked in your direction, giving you the idea that he had heard what you just said. "What did you say?" he asked amusingly.

"I, um...er..." you stammered, avoiding the temptation of staring at his well built abs. "I was just...uh...hehe?" you nervously laughed. He narrowed his eyes playfully before fully slipping his shirt over his torso, preventing you to gaze any longer. You sent a goofy smile his way. "You heard that, didn't you?" you assumed, "sorry it's just...your...wow." You stopped talking, again letting out a nervous laugh and blushing harder. "I can't help it..."

"At least you don't hear me asking for you to keep your clothes off," he jested, causing you to flush more.

"W-well, it's different for girls. Guys could go topless, anyway, without feeling embarrassed." You looked up at him, smiling a bit humble. "I was just...admiring." He grinned mischievously, walking to the edge of the bed, leaning down on his hands and started crawling on the mattress towards you. He stopped his face only inches away from yours, his arms trapping you on either side.

"Are you giving me the invitation to admire your body, also?" he asked, adding charm while he looked at you handsomely. Your eyes went wide considering you have never seen this side of Leon before. He was talking to you as if seducing you, maybe implying of something more intimate. He smiled at you and stood up from the bed, silently laughing.

"I'm joking, I'd never put you in that position," he said. Your tense shoulders lowered. But you couldn't help but feel a hint of disappointment, even if it wasn't that strong. Was Leon insinuating that he didn't want to-let's say: get 'cozy' with you? He glanced at you, the smile on his face fading as he recognized a frown on your lips.

"_______? Are you okay?" he asked with concern, curious to know if he might have said something wrong that might have caused your discomfort. You formed your lips into a fake smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay...I just zoned out there for a second," you lied. Leon gazed at you with uncertainty before shrugging it off. "I'm hungry, aren't you?" You soon changed the subject, jumping from the bed. You linked your arm with his. "I made pancakes for us." He smiled and nodded.

"Sounds good."

The two of you made your way out of the motel, keeping with each other's strides down the road. You spotted Pongo walking by his lonesome around the area. He saw you and ran up, welcoming you with a friendly lick and inviting you to pet his head. You did so and continued on your way to the restaurant. Pongo followed close behind, assuming he might be fed soon. Which you were planning to do as soon as you got there. Leon opened the door for you as you reached the building, waiting until you stepped in to enter himself. Everything looked just how you left it, except for the occupied chairs by the table that held all the food.

"Oh, hey guys, what took you so long?" Jessica asked through a mouthful of maple syrup covered pancakes. Her black hair was still wet from her previous shower and it was tied loosely in a ponytail. She sat by Luis' side who waved, while drinking up his coffee, letting the warm liquid slide down his throat.

"We got a little...distracted," you replied. Jessica looked at you, her eyebrows raised. Her lips soon tugged into a sly smirk.

"Did you guys have fun?" she asked. You rolled your eyes; taking a seat across from her while Leon took the seat beside you, already reaching for his cup of coffee.

"Get your head out of your ass, nothing like that happened," you whispered, hoping the men didn't hear.

"Are you sure? You were gone for a while," she whispered behind her hand. You shook your head, noticing the look in her eye was less humorous and more serious. She smiled warmly at you. "Ah, well, sooner or later it'll happen." You looked at her with shock, but quickly changed it all knowingly.

"Yeah, goes for the same thing with you and Luis," you whispered back. She began choking on her food, banging her chest in order to get the food to flow down while coughing violently. Luis instantly grabbed her mug, shoving it into her hands and then began rubbing her back soothingly as she swallowed down the liquid. She glared at you as she did this and you sent her a white, innocent smile.

"Are you okay?" Luis asked with concern, seeing the colour return back to her face. She smiled towards him reassuringly, yet with a slight blush across her cheekbones.

"I'm all right; I guess it just went down the wrong pipe." She averted her gaze at you, again glaring but also trying to suppress a smile on her face. You scratched the tip of your nose, ignoring her.

"Anyway, where's Emily I thought she came back here?" you asked.

"She went with Pongo to get his food, which reminds me, why is he here?" Jessica wondered. She starred at the dog with curiosity as he sat patient by the table, waiting for a little treat. Just then the entrance doors of the restaurant opened, revealing Emily holding a silver dog bowl in her hands. She pouted at the dog.

"Pongo, there you are, why did you run off?" she asked him accusingly but sighed lightly and laid the dog bowl in front of him. Wet dog food was set in the center and he immediately began gobbling it up.

"Sweety, did you eat yet?" you asked her. She looked up at you, a blush hinting from her face. Apparently she was still embarrassed with walking in on you and Leon, but it wasn't like you two were doing anything inappropriate for her little eyes, you were just cuddling. She nodded her head hesitantly.

"I drank my milk, too," she informed. You nodded your head, smiling and then patting your thigh.

"Come, sit on my lap," you suggested. She smiled widely, her flushed face evolving back to her original color. She got to your side and you picked her up, placing her on your lap, holding your arm around her thin waist while the other hand grabbed the silver fork. The five of your ignited into conversation soon enough, Emily graciously told the four of you about her life back in America, how she was an only child, having a little brother soon on the way. At least, she hoped it was a boy, her parents were not certain as of now. She wanted anxiously to become an older sister for her sibling to look up to. Maybe a lot of kids wanted that, be given the opportunity for their sibling to depend on them. But you wouldn't know. You were the youngest child in your family.

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*Author's Note: Yep, I'm done with this for the night. Uhh, I haven't actually read the DMC story, so I think I have to read that before I start putting it up..... hm....

Oh yeah, but anyway, DS asks on the bottom of this chapter in quizilla, "Don't you love a seductive Leon?" Who doesn't, right? And.... I think I spelled 'cozzy' in one of the chapters before.... I'm sorry! I fail as an editor! Don't hurt me! I know it's "cozy", I know it is! I was thinking of something else a couple chapters back!