PROMPT 2: First Date

Synopsis: Leon cheekily tries to amend something that should have been done years ago, while Claire gets a revelation from the persons, she least expected.

#Post-Resident Evil 7 #Post-Resident Evil: Village #Not Beta Read #NSFW

Note:

I challenged myself to write NSFW stuff. (Yes, this is my first.) If I didn't do justice to them, I apologize in advance. This is borderline M and E. I didn't which one to put. Read at your own risk.

February 2030

The sunlight shone through the window, hitting Leon's face and causing him to be aroused from his deep slumber. His eyes were still closed while his ear was entertained with a melodious voice humming an unidentified song. A smile curved on his face; he knew exactly whose voice was. Turning his body to lay on his back, the comforter that was covering his naked body retreated toward just above his hipline. If he moved any further sans adjusting the comforter, he would be parading his naked manhood to another occupant in the bedroom. He did not mind at all, actually, he loved seeing her gawking and leering at his prideful asset.

His bare arms and chest were assaulted by the mild coldness but not enough to make him shiver. The temperature was perfect like the late spring season, cozy. Groggily, he fluttered his eyes open. His blue orbs peeked in the direction of the voice under the fringe of his unruled hair. As expected, he saw Claire by the sitting area. Sitting on the cushion single sofa, her hand was busy cutting the stems of the daises that she got from him last night. Gently, he shuffled his body to have a better view of her beloved wife. In the process, he noticed their clothes that were thrown hurriedly on the carpeted floor last night had already been collected by Claire.

Her luscious body was only covered with the white shirt that he wore yesterday. Under the glowing sunray, he could see her silhouette underneath the thin cloth tempting him to do something more than just ogling. She was only wearing panty; the unbuttoned upper part enticed him with her cleavage of unbounded breast. Dreamy and alluring. Then, the loosely buttoned shirt fell exposing her shoulders she reached for the vase and the shirt hiked up to her upper thighs. Teasing him with the color of her underwear, fiery red. His mind sailed to the previous night's lovemaking, in a way he best describes as raw and carnal. He would not think that in his 50s, he was capable of executing a marathon of venereal acts, that lasted until they met the dew of dawn.

Leon could lose sleep just thinking of Claire. The lewd image of her sparked his excitement that drifted southward resulting twitching sensation to other him down under. It was later subdued by the same woman that lured him to impure thoughts and acts when she voiced her greet to him with such unexpected comical sobriquet.

"Good morning princess."

With that that got him flopped back on his back, choked in laughing. After knowing her wife for nearly 3 decades, he was well versed that only his wife managed to queue up these two contradictory emotions to be experienced by him at the same time.

Claire's face showed clear bemusement with furrowed brows and tilting head after seeing Leon's reaction to her greeting. This was not the first time she called him by that private cheeky nickname. However, his reaction was worth seeing for Claire. Every single time. She padded her bare feet on the carpeted floor, moving toward the cabinet across the room to put the vase of daisies there.

While his hand lazily pushed his hair back, he glanced at the clock providing the time was nearly noon. He answered her with a coarse voice, "Morning. Why didn't you wake me?"

"With all your performance last night, I think you need a little more rest to recoup the strength that you have left."

"Are you impressed?" Leon asked, after taking a sip of the water and returning the glass to the nightstand.

He repositioned himself, lying on his left side with his elbow propped against the soft mattress to support his head. He looked like the model in the nude painting class. The comforter was trying to hold position dearly to cover his middle section. Not only his upper body was shown, but his long legs were there for his wife's display. His eyes did not leave Claire as she swayed that hip of hers, as she sauntered her way toward him.

"Highly impressed. I do think you need some perfecting for the final act."

He reverted to lying on his back as Claire situated herself next to him on the edge of the bad, leaned forward, and gave him a sultry amorous kiss. He played with the button on the shirt she wearing, as he wittily asked after they broke the kiss, "Oh yeah?"

She tucked her legs up in lady-like demure, distributing her weight not to press too hard as she rested her arms on his chest. A coquettish smile on her delicate face as she replied, "Thrusting a little short."

"Baby. Give me some credit at least since I've been humping and pumping for three hours straight. If you gave me another second just to do it right, best believe I'll wielding my sword just in the air instead of where it intends to be."

"That was- so bad."

She buried her face against his chest to hide her amusement and giggled away his concupiscent comment. His chest rocked, joining her laugh. He ran his finger through her soft locks and asked, "Was it -me bad- or my -performance bad-?"

When he met no response from her; who still catching her breath from the laugh, he propped himself a little up to the pillow. The comforter be damned, he was stark naked on the bed. Finally, Claire lifted her head and came to the view of his mighty glory. A proud smirk decorated his face when he witnessed her swallow her lascivious desire as she abused her lower lips with her teeth.

"Like what you see?"

"Yes."

She would not dare to answer while looking at him. So, she busied herself by pulling the comforter back and covering his exposed body. Languidly laid herself down on the side, close to him in a fetal position. Her forefinger mindlessly traced the bullet scar just below the clavicle as her mind drifted to Leon. The long marathon of copulation was his vague signification of trying to evade his troubling self with something that he loved best. Her guess for his troubling causes right now was either the kids or work. She needed to sort them one at a time.

They haven't made love for about 2 weeks till today. That was not long, because there was one time when he had to go away for a mission that lasted for 3 months. During that longest timespan, have persuaded them to make some interesting video calls to each other. This time it was just 2 freaking weeks; she was away in San Francisco for a conference one the first week. The following week he had to cross the Atlantic to Geneva for a little BOWs incursion. Judging by how he was acting now, that trip definitely ticked him off to the point he had to use sex as his coping mechanism. The strategy was not to probe him now, she had to tread them in a finely judged manner.

For work, it had always been delicate for him. Since she had known him for years, she tolerated it. The kids' matters need to be addressed first. She probably going to address them later after retrieving them from Chris's house.

Peeping down, he waited for her to gain her composure. Only when he sensed her relaxed as their eyes met, he gathered her body against him and embosomed her in his arms. Her warm breath was fanning his neck, he looked down at her and tried to perceive what she had in mind. Her left hand swept his hair fringe aside, then she ran her dainty fingers to follow the line of his jaw. The movement was soft and fleeting. The same gesture that she did yesterday in the car.

"Thank you for the dinner date last night. The food was good, and so was the sex."

"Oh, well. I was born to make you happy."

"You did not quote Britney Spears."

"No. I would never." He mockingly said, which got him a playful slap to the chest from his wife.

"Nonetheless it was much better than our first date. Food and the following activity."

His face was in obvious bafflement, and a frown formed upon his forehead. He knew when they first started dating, a lot of things happened. They were preoccupied with their work, but it was not all bad. And he was sure, definitely sure that they had sex that night.

"That place we went to last night is the same one we went to for our first date. Am I missing something?

"No silly man. I'm not talking about that."

Then his eyes softened and the memory of them dining together for the first time alone flashed before his eyes. In a perfect setting, one would call it the young lovers on their very first date; at the local town diner. Served with the ever-loving sweet milkshakes, soggy fries, and greasy cheeseburgers. That was the last dinner that they had together before she left to look for her brother the next morning.

Hungary, they decided to leave the motel and get food. Sheery decided not to join them, the only reason was to watch TV. But Leon got a feeling that the kid did it deliberately, her main intention was to gift him space to spend one last time with Claire. And of course, Claire was reluctant to leave the child alone. But Sherry's persistence was hard to argue with. In the end, she agreed if only they went to the diner nearby the motel.

The awkwardness between the two of them was conspicuous. Not that they were under suspicion, but the employees found them adorable. Leon remembered Gina, the waitress in her late 40s smiling inwardly as she took their order. When she asked bluntly if it was a date, Leon straight away admitted avoiding foreboding speculation from the town residents. He explained and Claire understood. However, the way they acted was way more than just pretension purposes. Leon's clumsiness and Claire's diffidence were direct embodiments of their genuineness on how they felt about each other to their ignorance.

The jukebox was playing Paul Anka's -Puppy Love- when the food arrived. They had a few conversations, but most of the time they sat in their booth quietly eating their food with a series of 50s love songs in the background. He was sure that it was Gina's doing. How embarrassed he was when Leon glanced over at the counter and saw Gina talking with the chef peering from the pick-up window. He immediately ducked his head when the two of them shifted their eyes in their direction.

When Elvis Presley's -Can't Help Falling in Love with You- was in the next queue, he suppressed his desire to take her hand and dance away to the song. However, he was too shy and was too afraid. Too afraid that he got too attached to that moment. So, they just walked out, back to their motel side by side. Not even hand-holding. Definitely no sex.

"Now you remember?"

"Of course. How can I forget, I was so slow even the waitress and chef couldn't help with my denseness."

Claire snickered as she remembered the bit parts of it. "And the songs."

"The stupid of me not even ask you to dance at that last song."

"Don't beat yourself. I was not helping either. At that time, we were both confused and had a lot in mind."

"Can I redeem myself now?"

Right after, Leon drew Claire underneath him, his right leg weaved his way in between hers. The comforter failed to follow him; he was butt-naked again. He got one hand holding his weight next to her head, restraining him from crushing her while the other was working with the buttons of the shirt she wearing. He noticed a rosy tint dusting her cheeks down to her neck, which got him smirking in glory. When he brought himself to nestle his nose at the slope of her neck, the buds of her breasts grazed his chest as his manhood glided over the exposed skin of her stomach. Both of them bit their shiver due to each other physical presence.

"How?" She coyly asked, her hands clutching the comforter to abate the building heat in the pit of her stomach.

Leon met her questioning stare briefly; at the same time, he spotted her faint smile on those delectable lips. Ergo, his lips caressed them to his uncontained desire. Claire whimpered in protest when he broke the kiss too soon. Her talent to work her way with that mouth was sinful. It was evident how many times he relinquished control and was easily defeated by her fervent act with it. He did not want to get lost in; he wanted to work her body more. He brought his mouth close to her ear, and rasped "I promise you it will be more than just a simple dance."

Red-faced, mind filled with blank spaces Claire blurted, "Aren't you cold?"

Squeezing her eyes, she scolded herself for her incompetency to hide her anticipation of what his husband had in mind. Her breath hitched when he kissed under her ear lobe with a nip, just enough to pressure pleasure to her but not enough to draw blood to the skin.

"I'm burning hot when I'm with you."

His voice muffled against her pulse point; he bruised with kisses as the mark of his conquest. He inhaled her scent like a hungry beast and added, "And I know you are too."

The kisses trailed to her collarbone; when he grazed his teeth, a mewl escaped from her as both hands shot up raking his hair. Her brazen reaction doubled his eagerness to do more. Then his kisses reached the valley of Claire's soft round mounds; Leon dragged his tongue to the top. And swirled and tipped his tongue when he found that perky bud. The other has the same undivided attention by his right hand, diligently kneading the soft mound and tugging its tip. When he mouthed in and gave in a gentle suction, her body arched send approval of his titillating act. Squirmed under him with nails digging into his back, she excitedly bucked her hip to his growing erection. He groaned with him still mouthful with her soft flesh, stifling the lusty wave by the friction of her still clothed nether region.

His member twitching goes unnoticed by her now. She breathed out an apology for interrupting his flow, "My bad."

Even though he regained his composure, he was stuttering his words. "That's- just by working with your body."

Unbashful grin on his face. Her doe eyes met his leering gaze. "So, no need for sex?"

"Definitely need sex. That's- the final act."

Leon replied before trailing kisses again to her stomach and moving southward. He was in between her legs as Claire parted them further. He ran his tongue over the scar that she received from delivering his babies. Their babies. In every of their intimate foreplay, he never missed worshiping the marking with adoration and admiration. Signifying its importance; kissing it, caressing it, licking it, nipping it. No matter in what way, because somehow, she found what he was doing comforting and appreciative.

The thought of their twin must come flashing in when he piqued interest at the scaring on her bikini line. Claire said raggedly, "I think I need to clarify with the twins what we talk last night."

A grunt let out roughly by him as he heaved her legs over his shoulder. Her breath became more incoherent as Leon stroked her covered womanhood, periodically pinching the sensitive nub that got her digging heels into his shoulder blade. The sheer happiness flooded his chest as he moved nearer to the grand prize.

"Um...hurm."

Feeling greedy, Leon fingered her core through the drenched lace underwear. Her head sank on the fluffy pillow with eyes closed, one hand precariously searched for something to grip while the other was kneading her breast pleasuring herself, muffled sound from the bit lips, chest heaved vigorously as she rolled her hip to his probing digits. His thought murmured in excitement, as Leon watched Claire padded the wave of libidinous heat.

What a sight to watch.

"We gonna be late. We have to get the kids."

"Enough talk about the kids."

Irritated by her shifting thoughts, he tugged the underwear all the way and tossed it across the room. Allowing him to have full access to her womanhood. He was presented with silk pink and glistening heat of fleshy fold, that was certainly ready for his intrusion. Swell and inviting, Leon ran his fingers over it, as a result, it was enameled with Claire's lust. His engorged member was twitching again, this time leaking with his sticky fluid. They were both ready.

"Leon-" Claire purred his name, her back arched to his direct touch.

Repositioned himself, he hotly whispered to her ear, "Don't worry. I promise I'll be quick."

Without any heed, he eased himself into her fully as she breathed out her pleasure of the fulfilling sensation. And slowly but surely they consumed in a synchronized dance of sensual euphoria.

-*-

"So, it's Daddy?" Lara's eyes were riveted on hers, entreating affirmation from Claire for her misconjecture.

"Yes. It's Leon Scott Kennedy alright.", said Claire, who met the gleaming eyes of Lara and his son. Lara was sitting in between her legs; leaning her back to meet Claire's chest. Unliked them, Scott situated himself in the swivel chair by the study desk. She asserted the confessional statement with utter confidence to dissolve any loose-end speculation.

"That's good. Dad said that he fell in love with you the moment he met you too.", replied Lara, while Scott was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Claire noticed the twins exchanged relief looks, confirming they both were affected by yesterday's mix-up.

"Yup, I always knew."

"How?"

"Because he told."

"But you didn't tell him that you didn't believe in it. When I said that in the car, he looked so surprised."

"I know. I should've told him before. I never thought that he cared."

"Oh, he cares Mommy.", exclaimed Scott, arms folded he looked dead-straight at his mother. Then, he continued with something that you wouldn't expect an 8-year-old kid would say, "Because he loves you too much."

Most of the time Claire perceived his son as mischievous and carefree, but there were other times when he carried himself more mature than he was supposed to be. Being close to his cousin, Kit also influenced himself too. They both become close confidants of each other, as they grow up in a quarter that was far from a standard normal family. Claire and Leon tried their best to be discrete about the nature of their work, but they could not control the unfiltered stuff that they could get through from the internet.

Unbeknownst to them, Scott's utterance triggered a mild surprise for Leon who just stood in concealment from the trio inside. He never thought that his son could utter such keen remarks. Since Claire decided to discuss with the twins alone about yesterday's mix-up, he pried secretly by the door left ajar by her wife when she made entry to Scott's room.

"It's true Mommy." Lara dislodged a bit from Claire's enveloping arms and looked up to her mother.

Staring at both of them one at a time, Claire failed to furnish a comeback from their exclamation in the given moment. However, their patience for her long-awaited answer led her eyes to soften, her heart grossed with mounting warmth and adoration.

She heard a giggle from Lara when squeezed her back into her arms and gave a smooch on top of her daughter's head. And subsequently, beckoning at Scott's blue eyes that remind her a lot of her husband, she avowed. "Then it's my mistake. I promise I'd not do it again."

Scott's body came to relax discerned by Claire's observing eyes, the boy now lazily leaned over his elbow propped on the study desk.

"When I heard that you didn't believe it, I felt sad. Then I remembered Daddy. He always like me. So, if I felt sad then he would feel it too."

"Oawhh...such sweetheart. But fret not. I already made up my mistake last night to him. So, it's all good now."

Leon shifted his weight to his other leg as he brought closer to the door. When he heard what Lara said, he gave himself a pat on his back for guessing her daughter right. Grinning like an idiot, he was on cloud nine when he heard Claire's hinted clarification of their sexual feat. Whether they understood or not, he did not care. Regardless the kids were clueless; he called himself victorious in their infamous silent prize fight.

Believe it kids! Your Mommy really made up herself last night. And this morning...

"Okay.", said Lara, obviously tickled pink.

"See Lara, I told you not to worry. I always knew it was Dad." Scott smiled in contentment.

Turning to Scott, Lara countered with smug on her face, "Prff, you said it now. You think I don't know that you spoke to Kit about this matter last night. Cut your act, I know you bluffing."

"You such a snopper. You did with Mom and you did with me. Quit being a busybody."

Lara's proclamation has rendered Leon and Claire astounded. The clashing voices between the twin were muted as they tried to console their thoughts to this fiendish mess.

Scrunching his face with his eyes sealed shut as Leon tried to brace himself for the ramifications of Lara's words. He was convinced this ploy had all been planned. It has to be! He just tasted victory a second ago but they shot him dead flat to the ground. Goddamit! Knowing Claire, she certainly would put on hold their coital engagement until they tackle the whole matter. He needed to work around it. Creativity was the key. Or else the twins going to spend a heck of their time at their uncle's house.

It's not over kid...

Claire chewed her lower lips and was fidgeting on the bed. Not only that there a possibility that she would get an earpiece from Chris or Jill if Kit brought this question to them, but now Lara's new habit got her head swirling. If eavesdropping becomes a new hobby of Lara, this going to be a problem, especially when it comes to her and Leon. It was not just about their private time together but also the purview of their work. The whole situation could not be handled by her alone. Leon was involved as much as her do.

Probably later, one at a time.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Now your problem is fixed, please leave. Or else I gonna pretend you're a tree and I can continue play games more peacefully."

"Peace or not, you still cannot beat me in Mario Cart.", Lara berated Scott, irked by his offhand riposte.

Showing no sign of backing down, Scott glowered at his twin sister and growled his words, "Why are you still in my room?"

At the same time, the bickering got heated with both of them on their feet, moving away from the creaking bed and screeching chair. They faced head-on, ready to duke it out. These two were hot-headed, for sure.

Claire languidly sat on the edge of the bed with her feet flat on the carpeted floor. Facing the twins, she flatly said, "You two, settle down. Scott, I know you trying to help but lying will not make it any better. Lara, eavesdropping is a whole other issue. But we gonna talk about them later."

The twins exchanged glances and then faced Claire citing their apologies. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Claire did not say anything only to have her wearing an endearing smile as she ushered them for a hug. Without haste, the two of them scuttled and crashed their small bodies into their mother.

Leon peered her head into the room, "Is everything okay? Are we doing a group hug?"

"Care to join?"

"Absolutely."

When Leon joined in, the twins got squished between the two adults which got them giggling silly. Using his strength, he brought all four of them flopped into Scott's bed.

"Arghh...my bed!", screamed Scott in protest.

Lara was calm as if she trying to soothe his brother too. "Will you relax, the bed is fine."

Ignoring Lara was becoming a skill for Scott. "Dad if you broke this, I definitely gonna get a bigger bed than what I have right now."

"Oh my God! You are such a girl."

Then Lara fired back with a sassier comment, and the two of them started the whole spitting words all over again. On the other hand, Leon and Claire held their gaze on each other. Now words were spoken, Claire smiled shyly mirrored with Leon's toothy smile. The distance swallowed as they leaned forward, proceeding to caress each other lips.

When the twins looked up, Scott exclaimed, "Eww...gross. Get to-"

However, the boy could not manage to finish his sentences as Lara palmed his mouth closed. The voice comes out muffled and dies down in the end. Feeling over the moon, Lara brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh, while Scott winked and broadly smiled at his twin sister. Full of mischief, triumph, and victor.

-Him and Her-

The End

Notes:

I still hope that CAPCOM will give them a happy life, considering how much shit they have endured. They deserved it.