He is Real

Chapter 41

Warnings: Lemon (Very soon) Gore, Language

*Author's Note: Okay, I've been on for most of the day, just never felt like doing this until night time. Dunno why. Oh, and I had to get some shots today, just to update them. When I got them, (and I like them because I like to be in pain, don't ask) I thought of the Las Plagas injection thing ^^

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Emily and Jessica helped you out with the dishes after breakfast. Luis and Leon took the time to clean up the table in which the food was no longer resided on. The breakfast you had made graciously, was gone in a snap, which flattered you so. Maybe everybody was hungry? But everyone needed the chance to boast once in a while. It didn't take that long to wash the dishes. Less then thirty minutes. You weren't sure. Not like you were counting the time. You did the washing, Jessica did the drying, and Emily did the putting away of the dishes, cups and pans. There wasn't a dishwasher in the kitchen. It could be because the town was so secluded from the cities that they didn't bother going and buying one.

A sink and a pair of hands were good enough. Not everybody in Portugal was rich, after all.

When the three of you were done and stepped out into the main area of the restaurant it was already tidy. Spic and span.

No crumb was left on the floor. It amazed you how a couple of men could clean so perfectly. Maybe Jessica and you were both getting into something pleasant. Ultimately, every woman would adore a man that could clean and cook, which was all you wanted right? Of course there were some pleasurable intimacies also, but let's not get into that. An opportunity was given, and the three of you decided to take it. You took the chance to enter the grocery shops, deciding to do some extra food shopping for up coming lunch and dinner. It seemed so much easier to go through the aisles with just the three of you. No passerby in the way, no carts cutting you off, just the three of you trailing to the sides of the shelves.

It was easily done. Occasionally, there would be an intermission of uncertainty of what the group needed. Did you need salt? Spices? How about some fresh meat from the freezer? One of you would suggest an answer the three of you would agree with. Take this, take that, I don't think we need this, I'm sure we have enough of that, can we even cook this? And so on. Emily, of course, was glad to help. It reminded her when she would help her mother with the grocery shopping.

Lately, she had been talking about her parents and her home in America. You wondered if she was really homesick now.

No grandma means loneliness, even if you were there to comfort her. She still needed family to be close to in order to be fully carefree. But seeing her like this made you feel homesick, too.

You even missed your part time job, for god's sake! Well, anything was better then playing cat and mouse, where one of you would end the episodes with someone dying. Sure, that was a perfect way of life. But through this glimpse of hell you did come out of it with some romance. Yes, Leon and you. You weren't expecting it (DS: lol or were you? =D).

Maybe he was here just to save you, but yet he fell in love with you, just as you were for him. This story might end with a happy ending after all.

It was near lunch by the time you all had gotten everything needed. The three of your held so many white plastic bags in your hands that you wouldn't be surprised if someone collapsed. As the three of you walked your way down the road you averted your gaze at the handwritten sign of the liquor store. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. When was the last time you had drunk? Especially fine alcohol?

"Hey, Jessica," you called, stopping in place. She stopped after your, inspecting you over her shoulder.

"What?" she asked.

"How about we drink some 'happy sauce' tonight?" you suggested. Emily turned to the two of you, gazing upon you curiously.

"Happy sauce?" she asked with uncertainty. You looked at her with unease. 'Oh shit...um, I wonder if she knows what beer is...' You let out a laugh in your head before answering.

"Happy sauce is another word for a certain drink adults like," you answered. 'HA! Smooth move!' She nodded her head slowly, understanding until a light bulb was turned on in her mind.

"Only adults can drink it?" she asked. Jessica winked at you, signaling she would take this one. She gazed over at Emily.

"Yes, it's not good for young ones such as yourself, it could hurt you. Have your parents ever drank wine?" Emily thought for a minute, biting her lip to remember.

"I think so," she finally answered.

"Okay, well you see, wine is a drink that adults like for special occasions, or maybe one cup a day. Little ones can't drink it because it's not good for their bodies, and as for adults they have a stronger body then kids, so they can take it.

It's not all a bad drink. In fact, wine is actually good for your heart, but bad for children. You understand?" Jessica had knelt down in front of Emily to explain. Her face would twist and turn into confusion, understanding, and doubt. But she nodded her head. Jessica smiled, patting her head.

"Let's go then before we have to start lunch," you replied. The three of you entered the liquor store. Jessica and you fought for which drinks you would get. There was so many to choose from, beer to wine and then some. Jessica took one of her favourite wine bottles, Vinho do Porto--a Portuguese specialty. Life was so much easier when you didn't have to worry about money. So what if you might go to hell for stealing? You needed it, God would understand. After all, everyone needs some alcohol once in a while. By the time the great alcohol hunt was concluded you decided to start on lunch. Anything easy to make was good enough. You taught Emily a few things to look out for and some things that even she could make. Fried rice, salad, and roasted beef were the plate for that afternoon.

A well made delicacy that was complimented by everyone. The men offered to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen after the meal. It made you smile how thoughtful they were. You used to live in a house that no man would do anything; it was always the woman that cooked and cleaned. Your brother, your father, all they did was sit on the couch and watch TV while your sister, mother and yourself will loath their negligence. Maybe you were falling in love with the right man--a man that wouldn't treat you like a slave of the house, but as a woman that wants to be treated right. Leon did seem like the type that would respect you no matter what.

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"Good night, Emily," you whispered as you brushed your lips on her cheek. She smiled towards you, groggily blinking her eye lids. You tucked a hair strand behind her ear and lifted her pink sheets over her tiny body. "Sweet dreams," slowly she closed her eyes, over come by her sleepiness. You stood up straight, grinning to yourself and walking your way to the door where Leon had been waiting for you. He closed the door behind you just as Pongo stepped in to watch over the little girl. You grabbed Leon's hand and pulled him down the hall. "C'mon, it's time for an adult party," you said, excitement radiating through your voice.

"Adult party?" Leon asked. You slowed down your pace as you reached the staircase.

"Yeah, Jessica and I got some wine and beer for tonight. Are you not fond of some alcohol?" Leon smirked.

"Sure, I love the occasional drink," he replied. You smiled.

"Well, I guess it's time for you to try some Portuguese liquor then." You sent him a wink, stepping out of the front door.

The two of you made your way towards the growing, flaming light, near the motel--that was the only light source throughout the darkened area. Luis had created another bonfire tonight. He was seated down, holding a wooden object on his lap. Jessica was sitting beside him--as always--sharing a kiss to his lips. As you neared the two, you recognized the wooden object as an acoustic guitar. "Where did you find that?" you immediately asked. Luis smirked, patting the body of the instrument.

"Found it lying around in one of the shops," he remarked.

"Can you play?" Leon asked, taking a seat with you. Luis nodded, adjusting the acoustic guitar and began strumming the strings that echoed in the sound chamber and back out. He skillfully moved his fingers over the finger board, bringing out the sounds in different tunes. The man-made music was of a classical Spanish rhythm that you would find heard in the more rural parts of Spain. You listened in, in a trance by the beautiful music. Soon though, the song was coming to a conclusion and Luis ended it with a hard strum across the strings, letting it echo throughout the area. You instantly applauded.

"You never told us you could play," you said. He shrugged his shoulders.

"No one asked," he replied, setting the guitar beside him.

"Anyway, we got some wine and beer for tonight, so how about we get this party started?" Jessica suggested, taking out a bag of wine bottles and a box of beer.

"Pass a beer over here," you said, opening your hand to catch it at the ready. Jessica threw a beer your way and grabbed another one from the case.

"Leon, you want one or do you want wine?" she asked, keeping her hand in the beer case.

"I'll have one," he nodded towards the beer. She smiled throwing the one she was holding towards him. She grabbed some clean glasses by her, handing one to Luis whom poured wine in his own.

"Cheers," you declared, lifting your bottle. Everyone clunked their glasses together, taking their swing.
One drink after another. Two wine bottles had already been empty by the four of you along with the added beer bottles.

The night got darker and the bonfire got bigger. You were all laughing and conversing. Neither of the four of you were nearly drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. Jessica seemed to be at that point right now, along with Luis whom was often holding her and touching her in a possessive way. He would often give her soft kisses on her neck, her telling him to stop and giggling. Leon wasn't at that point. He was either the sober one out of all of you or he is hiding it well. As for you, you were close to being buzzed. Suddenly Luis began playing a song on the acoustic guitar, singing in his native language.

You clapped along, smiling as the song sounded more active. You hoped you weren't being too loud that you had woken Emily up.

Later on, it was beginning to get really late; you guessed around three o'clock in the morning. Your head was rested on Leon's lap, gazing up at the stars as you told them a childhood memory the four have you been sharing. You explained to them how your life use to be, a happy joyride, until it crashed. But some how, the ride always got back up and running again, yet, at some moments, it would crash once again. They listened intently, understanding what you have gone through. But you were happy. You were naturally a happy woman. Smiling all the time, assuring people, always glad that you were even alive. By the time you were finished with your babbling, you were exhausted. You could see up in Leon's eyes that he was ready to go to sleep, too. Jessica and Luis though, looked almost wide awake, ready to be running around at any moment.

"Sleep sounds good to me right now," you remarked, smiling towards Leon. He smirked, brushing a hair strand away from your face. Luis threw the water of his water bottle onto the flames, forcing them to sizzle and disperse. He stopped drinking beer after a while and grabbed some water during his trip to the washroom. Jessica stretched her arms up, hearing for a satisfying crack. You sat up, standing and stretching yourself.

"I say we clean this mess tomorrow," Jessica remarked, looking down at all the beer bottles. You nodded in agreement and looked over at Leon whom was still seated. You lent out a hand, inviting him to take it. He gladly did so. Luis dropped the acoustic guitar by the bottles, standing up and brushing himself off. Leon held your hand, gently squeezing it as he pulled you towards the motel. You followed his strides, Luis and Jessica following close behind. Luis lifted his arm over Jessica's shoulder, pulling her closer and smothering her with kisses as she playfully tried to push him away.

Luis finally caught his lips with hers, bringing them both into a serious, passionate, loving lip smack. Luis' fingers brushed against her cheek as he parted from her. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear. The four of you reached the motel, couples hand in hand. This is where the four of you separated but when you turned to wait for Jessica for the both of you to get into your room she wasn't there. You furrowed your brow.

"Jessica? Luis?" you called. Leon turned to you.

"What's the matter?" he asked, following your gaze. You brought your hand to the back of your head, scratching it with confusion.

"Where'd they go?" you asked and looked over to Luis' room. At that moment the door had just closed. Your eyes widened and lips formed into a devilish grin. "Okay...I guess I have the room to myself," You remarked, looking at Leon who smirked. He chuckled lightly, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Have a good sleep," he whispered, planting another kiss on your lips. You watched him as he made his way into his room, closing the door behind him. You entered your room, walking through the dark eeriness. A shiver ran down your spine as the wind blew across the window, making a screeching sound as if it was woman screaming. You rubbed your arms that were already forming goose bumps. You went ahead and got undressed into your tank top and shorts, but not without occasionally looking beyond your shoulder. An uneasy feeling bubbled at the pit of your stomach.

You felt safer when you were with Jessica in the same room. You were never afraid of the dark and often journeyed through it by yourself, but now? Paranoia overcame you. You bit your bottom lip. You assumed Jessica and Luis were going to 'share' his room for the night so you were left with one other choice, Leon. You sighed and opened the front door, cautiously looking around the area; maybe the alcohol did add more to your sudden phobia. When you decided the coast was clear you stepped out, closing the door behind you and making your way to Leon's room.

"I hope he won't mind," you whispered to yourself. You got to his door, depicting whether to bother him or not. But your fear got the better of you and you knocked on his door. You heard footsteps from the other side then the turning of the knob. You stood at the door, holding yourself from the cold draft that was beginning to make your exposed flesh shiver. Leon opened the door wide, looking at you worriedly.

"__________? Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Uh, well kinda...I just didn't want to sleep alone, you know?" you replied as you teeth began to chatter. "Can I sleep here tonight?" Leon smiled, pulling you in by the arm and closing the door behind you.

"You don't need to ask," he remarked, rubbing your arms to cause the warm friction. You smiled widely.

"Thank you." He nodded his head.

"Go get some sleep; I'll be right with you." You obeyed and slowly made your way towards the large bed, slipping into the covers while Leon made his way to the washroom. You tucked your hands under the unbelievable soft pillow, nuzzling your face against it. You hugged the sheets around your body, feeling instant warmth as you waited for Leon to join you. You heard the flush of the toilet and the door open. Leon stepped towards the light switch, turning the light off.

He threw off his blue shirt, going topless as he slipped into the bed beside you. He gave you a light kiss on the lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You smiled, caressing his cheek and bringing him down for another kiss. Soon it became deeper then simple. Leon's tongue entered your mouth easily, not leaving a spot untouched.

You joined in the fun, fighting to thrust your tongue into his mouth, to taste him. Leon smirked against your lips, parting from yours and kissing along your cheek, to your jaw line and your neck. He placed light butterfly kisses upon the flesh, lightly kissing the soon invisible bruises that Rivera had caused a few days ago. You ran your fingers through his hair, closing your eyes as he continued. He kissed and sucked on your neck suddenly getting to a sensitive spot. You lightly moaned as he sucked at your tender skin, grinning at your reaction. He came back up, not bothering to tease you and kissed your lips once again. You looked up at his eyes, entranced by the amount of emotion held in them. He nuzzled his face against your neck, holding you' tighter against him. You closed your eyes again, hearing his gentle breathing and yours in a mixture.

"__________?" he whispered against your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

"Hm?" you hummed, absentmindedly stroking your fingers through his soft hair. You could feel him smile and close his eyes as his eyelashes brushed against your neck.

"I love you," he whispered. You shot your eyes open, a light blush creeping your cheeks. 'Did he just say what I think he said?' you asked yourself. You relaxed against him, your expression softening as you lips formed into a wide smile.

"I love you, too."

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*Author's Note: Hurray! I would absolutley love it if Leon confessed his love to me! I'm sure all of you would enjoy it if he confessed to you as well! Okay, I'm gonna hurry up and get this done, since I got my shots, I'm dizzy.