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dargoww · 2 years ago

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Need You

You and Leon have been a little more than friends with benefits for awhile and he struggles with what he wants it to be.

Word count: 3k (almost 4)

Mentions of alcohol, slightly possessive Leon, over protective Leon, angst, fluff (??kinda??), happy ending, not proofread very well if it all.

A/N: HELLO!! How are you all doing? Good I hope. I’ve been gone for more than a hot minute. It took me a lot longer than what I thought it would to get back into the groove of things. With that being said, this is not that great. Kinda boring, but hey, sometimes things are boring. This is just kind of to get me in the groove of uploading and writing again.

Part three and request are in the works. They are coming!! I just need a little practice before I start actually going at it again.

With all my heart, I hope you are having a fantastic day!! Enjoy!!

Time had never moved so slow as Leon anxiously bounced his leg underneath the cheap break room table. His tired eyes glanced to the clock and then back down to the untouched styrofoam cup of coffee.

Leon hated a lot of things about his job, but at this moment debriefing was his least favorite. He detested having to explain everything that happened on missions before he officially had time to process how they happened to him. Not that he ever truly enjoyed thinking about the things he had to do in order to survive, but he liked to have an understanding on why he did this or that. Why he chose to go left instead of right.

He had just spent nearly three days fighting his way through the deep Rocky Mountains; B.O.W’s at every turn, and he didn’t even get the information he was expected to return with. The whole thing was a waste of his damn time. He was sent to follow a lead that only set the operation two steps back and whatever up and coming supervillain, or want to be Umbrella Corporation, or extremist cult one leap forward. All while defense was wounded and information scrounged for a thread to pull to loosen the seam on the shit show they were currently trying to clean up.

He was annoyed and beyond frustrated with everything. On top of the emotional stress he also was not in the best shape physically- it wasn’t anything major all things considered- but, broken ribs, internal bruising and external bruising causing almost his whole torso to be a deep purple almost gray hue, and the bandaged up gashes on his limbs and slight cuts on his face only kept adding straws to the camel's back. He felt like it was only a matter of time before he snapped, he felt like he could only sit here for a few seconds more before he stormed out the door and out of this damn stale sterile building that was too clean.

He took a deep breath before adjusting himself to sit up straight in the deep blue plastic chair. As he exhaled he closed his eyes and saw the face he’s seen behind his eyelids since he landed, desperate to see it in person. To touch the soft warm flesh of someone he could never get enough of, regardless of the fact that he tried so hard not to get addicted to. Each hit of you more potent than the last, each high allowing him to forget for a little longer, each graze of his skin against yours permitting him to daydream of a life he has always ached for. Even if you didn’t long for the same things he did, he saw you with everything he had ever wanted. It was cruel and yet he continued to do it to himself.

He had bought you a burner phone with his number and his alone. You were not to use the phone for anything other than to communicate with him. He had asked you to carry it with you at all times, lying and saying he didn’t bug it. He told you that with his line of work that it would make your meetings more secure, that it would keep you off the radar. In a lapse of poor judgment you took the phone and him up on his proposal to make him an official fuck buddy. Who could blame you? It was a scene straight out of a movie and boosted your ego. It made you feel special that someone so important took such an interest in someone like you. Someone who lived such an exhaustingly normal life. It kept you on cloud nine for at least a week and a half after receiving it.

It was a purely physical relationship that didn’t require any emotional attachment regardless of the deep emotions that sunk into the both of you too quickly for comfort. Each rendezvous lasted longer than the previous one. Him staying at your place for days, while you both interacted like domesticated adults. Not quite like a married couple, not as casual as friends, and nowhere near as uptight as roommates; it was such an odd relationship, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Oftentimes by the end of his stay he left you with more questions than answers. Your knowledge of his life was barley skin deep and you were left to piece it together from fragments he dropped you.

He on the other hand knew everything about you. He couldn’t help himself. All your information was at his fingertips; your past, your present, and a vague idea of your future. In hindsight he should have left it alone and maybe if he did he wouldn’t be stuck in this current predicament. Maybe wouldn’t be digging in his pocket for the phone that held only one contact number, a phone number that he had memorized even though he shouldn’t have. He leaned forward in the chair as he typed only two words.

‘Need you.’

He didn’t think about the impact they could have, he didn’t think of the weight they carried, he just sent the message. Not a part of him even considering the fact that you would think it was the truth. He needed you. Rather you are below him or watching some low brow television show that networks pumped out to dumb down the population. He just needed you within reach, he needed the comfort of your presence to ease the buzzing of the world he lived in.

He sat the phone on the table as he crossed his arms and sat back, anxiously awaiting a reply. He didn’t get a chance to glance at the clock before the phone buzzed against the table.

‘Busy.’

The message read and he couldn’t help but to scoff as his hand ran through freshly washed damp hair.

‘With what?’

He asked in his reply as he sent it. His jaw tightening in annoyed agitation. What part of need did you not understand? He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the nature of the relationship. As he went to follow up his demanding question with a meeting time and place the break room door opened and he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

“Mr.Kennedy,” A rather thin man with tired eyes and a disheveled navy blue suit sighed out, “I’m sorry, we know you are exhausted, we just have a few more questions. Can you stay for another thirty minutes? No more, no less.”

Leon forced a polite smile as he stood, “Lead the way.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy.”

“Please, call me Leon.” Leon insisted as he took the door from the man and just like that he followed the man down the hall and into an elevator; leaving behind a hot cup of coffee to grow cold on a cheap linoleum covered piece of wood where it would eventually be washed down the drain by night janitorial staff.

It had been an hour since Leon set foot in that room and not much of anything had come out of his answers. He was out of the building now and almost free as his hand found the handle of his car door, but a buzz in his pants pocket caused him to let go of it immediately. As he unlocked the phone he noticed he was left with a voice memo and not a message, which he found odd but not alarming. He couldn’t help but to smile, ready to hear your voice. He pressed play and heard the hustling of feet and an unrecognizable song in the background.

“She said she was busy, Le-on. Take a hint.”

A low masculine voice came out of the speaker as he gripped the phone. He pulled it away from his ear with a snarl as he looked at the phone screen. It took every fiber of his being to not shatter the phone right there; it took every remaining ounce of sanity that he had to not let this red hot anger consume him. This little voice in his head pleaded for him to think rationally.

He opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him as he got in, it was a miracle the car door window didn’t break from the force. He was quick to pull up your location and an airy laugh left him as he knew the location too well. A dive bar on the outskirts of the city, the same exact bar he had found you in. It was tragically comical.

He didn’t bother with a seat belt as he backed out of his parking spot and hit the gas and drove off after you. The speed limit was a mere suggestion as city lights passed him just as quickly as they appeared. He was livid as his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was angry. He was angry that you had the audacity to be out with someone at the bar that he met you at. He was furious that you were busy with some asshole who had the nerve to address him by his first name. He was livid that he didn’t just leave work and go to you as soon as he landed. He was heartbroken because even though he was lost in this haze of consuming rage he had no right to feel this way. You weren’t his, but he was yours.

As Leon quickly pulled into the parking lot he parked his car with no regard to the faded white lines that were supposed to indicate parking spots. He left the car running as he slammed the car door shut, making a bigger scene than the screeching sound his tires made against the asphalt when he parked. He could feel the eyes of smokers burning a hole in his frame as he took quick strides to the front doors of the bar.

“Nice ride-.” A voice started but was cut off by the beep of Leon locking the car. Normally Leon would nod politely, but he didn’t bother to spare a glance to whoever made the comment. His brows furrowed and a glare that could kill adorning his face as he stepped into the warm bar.

“Hey!” Zack yelled, the bartender was shouting as Leon watched him scurry from behind the bar and over to a crowded table. Men and some women of varying ages were crowded around the table cheering. “Give that back! How did you even-?” Zack tried to reason as some guy held him back from the table. Leon proceeded with some caution as he approached Zack.

“Let it go, buddy. He’ll give it right back and pay for the shots as soon as he’s done.” A stranger said as he tried to keep Zack back. “He’ll even pay extra if this chick handles her liquor the way she says she can.”

That got Leon’s attention faster as he pushed his way closer to the front of the table. His eyes locked on your frame laying on the tabletop with your head leaning off the end as another guy poured vodka down your throat.

“Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” The man screamed before putting the bottle to his mouth and taking a shot straight from the bottle.

Your laugh rang through the bar as you began to try and sit up, but the man was quicker than you were as he bent down to meet you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you in place. His lips graze yours as he spit his shot into your mouth. Your throat burning as you tried to push him off of you. For a second you thought your weak effort was successful as his lips left yours, but when you gained some composure you heard the shattering of glass and saw people back away quickly from the table.

“Get the fuck off of her!” A voice yelled, that voice, you knew that voice all too well. You sat up as your eyes found Leon’s frame. His shoulders tense as they fell up and down with his labored breathing. His fist clenched and jaw tightened as he threatened in a deep low growl, “Touch her again and I’ll break your fucking spine.” He was in no condition to fight, he was barely standing. He was utterly exhausted and his limbs ached, but the angry adrenaline that coursed through his veins kept him upright.

“Leon.” You dryly got out as you sat up on the table. You repeated his name but he didn’t even glance in your direction.

“Leon? Jesus Christ. Look, she already-.” The man spoke and Leon recognized the voice immediately from the voice message. Leon’s eyes darkened with rage as he looked at this pathetic excuse of a man.

Busy.

“Where is her phone?” Leon asked as he roughly grabbed the man by his shirt collar, “Where is her damn phone?”

“Here, here! Take it!” The man shook as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Leon. Leon snatched it from his hand before pushing the man roughly to the ground. Leon towered over him as the man shook, Leon’s unbridled rage causing the bar to grow freezing cold.

“Stay away from her.” Leon turned from the man and his gaze softened only slightly as it landed on you. Your eyes locked with his for only a moment before he avoided your gaze and approached you. His hand found your arm as he helped you off of the table. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the crowd parted like the Red Sea. All eyes were on the both of you as you walked out of the bar.

“I can take it from here.” You said agitated as you tried to push yourself away from Leon.

“I don’t care. I’m taking you home.” Leon said as he unlocked his car. That aggression he felt still resting on the tip of his tongue. He opens the passenger door and with a deep sigh you get in his car. After he just opened the door you took a deep breath before running your hand through your hair. A bottomless pit settled in your stomach before you sat back against the seat.

“Seatbelt.” You heard him say as he got in the car, pulling you out of your thoughts. You compiled as he started to drive out of the parking lot and turned right out of the parking lot.

You raise an eyebrow before looking at him and confusingly confront him, “You were supposed to turn left.”

“I said I’m taking you home. I know where I’m going.” Leon glared ahead and for once wished you wouldn’t say a damn word. He was heated.

“How did you know where I was?”

“Can you not ask questions right now?”

“No, because you’re freaking me out. First, you know where to find me and second, you hook a right when you know my place is left. Where are we going?” You stated in a matter of fact tone as you crossed your arms. You could tell he was angry, but you didn’t care because you were angry too. You never disclosed your location to him, he nearly started a fight, and he continued to treat you like you were something more to him regardless of the fact that he made it clear that you would never be anything more.

“My place. It’s closer and I’m too tired to drive further than what I have too.” He admitted as he sent you a quick glance.

“Your place?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re telling me that your place is closer and we’ve spent all this time at mine?”

“Yeah.” Leon sighed with irritation.

“How is that fair? How is it fair that you know all this shit about me, but I know nothing about you?” You asked flat out and annoyed. Normally after going an extended time without seeing Leon you didn’t ask any questions, you just tended to him until he was ready to talk. He loved that about you, you never pushed him. Leon grunted knowing that it was the alcohol and a mix of unconfronted emotions made you bold.

“We talked about this-.”

“Yeah, we did, but you tracking my location wasn’t in that conversation.” Leon took his eyes off the road as the car came to a stop at a stoplight and he looked at you. He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but you cut him off. “Cut the shit, I know it’s a bugged phone. I had it looked at and your sudden appearance tonight only proved it.”

“It’s only bugged for your protection.” Leon got out through gritted teeth.

“My protection? What the fuck are you even talking about? If anything it’s so you can keep your whores straight and away from your wife.” You spit at him with venom. You knew Leon wasn’t the type of guy to run around town like that, he was a one woman type of guy. You were just angry and confused at why you would be enough to protect but not enough to be his.

Leon’s face turned up in pained disgust and he went to say something, but the blaring of a car horn called his attention back to the road and a green light. You huffed as you turned away from him and he continued to drive onward to his place.

The rest of the car ride was silent, giving you time to feel bad about what you said and how you said it. Your face falling and your anger simmering out as your eyes felt heavy with the weight of fresh tears threatening to spill. You refused to cry though as you sniffed and he pulled into his driveway.

A two story house that was too big for just him, but old enough for you to believe that it was a house that was left to him in some family members' will. Or he could’ve bought it himself easily with the way you’ve seen him treat money; like it was something that grew on trees. He was a complete and utter mystery to you and it drove you insane that you could still fall for someone who you knew so little about. At this point you were more mad at yourself than you were at him. You knew of his interests and hobbies, his likes and dislikes, you saw his heart; but you didn’t have a clue about his day to day life. It was like he existed only to you and no one else. No criminal record, no traceable family; he seemed to have nothing. All you had were snippets of an article about Raccoon City that left you with more questions than answers.

“Don’t worry, the wife’s not home.” Leon muttered through gritted teeth and you winced as he got out of the car. You went and got out of the car alongside him as you followed closely behind him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He opened the front door and you followed him in, shutting and locking it behind you. Your body now shaking as his focus remained straight ahead. He was so cold and you knew you deserved it. “I know that’s not you. I just…” you hesitated as you could feel your throat beginning to clog, knowing that your voice was going to waver and your next words were going to come out broken if you didn’t get a grip.

“I’ve got a guest room, but I haven’t found time to clean it out so there is a bunch of junk and shit in there. You can take my bed and I’ll take the guest room.” Your heart broke, thinking he didn’t even want to be near you and you couldn’t blame him.

“I think we should call this off.” Your voice still broke as you said it and Leon quickly turned to you. His gaze softened immediately as soon as he saw your big glassy doe eyes. He stood frozen as his heart shattered. He was losing you and it wasn’t to some unforeseen force, he did this. His refusal to let you in completely had pushed you away.

Leon was a fighter, it was his job. He stood up for what was right, he fought for people who couldn’t fight for themselves, he fought so people who weren’t fighters never had too. But did he ever fight for his own selfish desires? At the end of the day was he willing to fight for the first good thing he’s had in his life for a while? At the bar he was ready. He was ready to push his exhaustion aside and fight the object that stood between him and you; but now? Fighting you, the person he desired the most.

“Look, it’s not anything personal…I just…this isn’t working for me.” You nervously blabbered out, the silence killing you. You took a deep breath as your hands found your hips, “I mean the Pretty Women aspect of it was fun, I had fun. I don’t know, I guess, I mean…” you stumbled over your own words.

“Alright.” He said and you looked away from him as your arms wrapped around yourself trying to comfort yourself. The floodgates of your tears threatening to spill as your eyes darted around the room.

“Okay. Good. I’ll sleep on the couch and grab a cab and be gone before the sun comes up.” You voice low as you head to the couch but Leon catches you by your elbow. The sudden connection of your bare skin against the palm of his hand sends a chill up his spine.

“I want to start again. I want to make it right.” He said as he slowly looked at you, his own eyes glassy. You study his face now and how exhausted he looked. “I’ll tell you everything. Let me start over. Let me make it right.” Your brows knitted together as you relaxed slightly and your other hand cupped his cheek. Tears fell from your eyes as you stifled a pained groan. “Please.” He begged and how could you say no?

Your lips found him in a hesitant kiss that he returned with desperation. The moment your lips sparked against his he was ready to fight again. His hand trailed down your arm and before it found your waist. He pulled you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. Sweet desperate kisses turned into feverishly hungry ones.

“Need you.” He admitted softly against your lips; hoping that you understood. Hoping that the feeling was returned. Hoping that right now that he said enough, that those two words meant enough. As you melted against him he knew that you understood.

For the first time in a long time Leon was ready to give his all to something besides work.

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dargoww · 2 years ago

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Follow You

You and Leon have been out for drinks more than once after he learned about your transfer, but this was your last night in town.

It was a great night, but the barn incident still weighs heavily on Leon’s shoulders.

[PART I]

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader

Word Count: 5k (a little over)

NSFW, Angst, Alcohol mentioned, talks about death and general violence

A/N: Hi!!! This is a part two to Blood Trail obviously and there will probably be more…Anyway!! As always with love enjoy!!

Your vision was slightly blurry and the earth was only slightly slanted, but you felt like a million dollars. You thanked whatever higher power there was that you had the capability to walk; that you didn’t embarrass yourself by having to crawl out of that damn bar. Of course this wasn’t anything new, you’ve danced this dance a number of times. Stumbling and twirling with an uncontrollable gleeful grin while dancing on the thin line of sobriety and black out intoxication.

You knew your limits and you weren’t quite there yet, which meant it was time to slow down or hurl. Currently you’ve chosen to stick on the path of slowing down because you had to hit the road tomorrow morning; but listening to sober thoughts was never easy.

Your hand finds the chill metal of the front door doorknob and for a minute it’s refreshing. For a minute that cold reaches you enough to send a shiver up your spine before it warms underneath the unforgiving heat that is radiating from your body.

“Careful there.” Leon slightly slurs before one of his strong hands finds his doorway. As your fingers wrap around the handle and push the door open you can feel a chill on your back where on typical nights like these his hand would normally be. He’s refusing to touch you, even slightly intoxicated he won’t touch you; and you’ve noticed, and it’s pissing you off.

“Please, I’m fine.” You defend, your voice echoing off of bare walls as you walk into his place. He just laughs as he follows you inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“That’s what you said last time, remember? Next thing I know you're damn near unconscious with your head in the toilet.” He watches you throw off your coat and shoes, putting them up in your unmarked and unofficial assigned spot. You mock him as a sense of familiarity warms his heart. How well did you know this place? Probably too well for just a partner, but he didn’t mind; because you were always more than just that.

He followed suit as he saw you make a beeline for the couch, a stupid shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“That’s only because you offered me ‘sleep it off here’ shots, you ass.” You flop onto the couch and stretch, claiming your bed for the night. Leon follows you like a lost puppy, half lidded eyes trying not to focus on the way your shirt rides up ever so slightly exposing the supple flesh of your hips.

“Speaking of shots?” He teases as he raises a brow while you grab the throw pillow by your head and snuggle it tight.

“I’m not leaving so there is no reason to try and convince me to stay by tempting me with my vices, Kennedy.” Your voice deepened with melancholy slightly as the words left your lips.

If only it were true, if only you were staying. He’s spent the night begging you to stay and you weren’t giving in no matter what he said. Tonight was his last ditch effort to get you to stay; but the transfer was still final.

He let out a disgruntled groan as he took a seat in the small loveseat that was adjacent to the couch.

“I’ve tried for days to get you to stay.” The alcohol in his system makes his ulterior motives come to light. You’ve known the whole time what he was trying to do, but you couldn’t help it as he stood firm by your side. You started to have second thoughts about your indulgence as you examined the way his brows knitted together in frustration under the dim light of the city that crept in through his windows. “You still won’t budge.”

You hid your face in the pillow, refusing to look at him as you let out a short pained groan before repeating the same thing you’ve said for days, “They just want me to tie up a few loose ends in their training department.” You pull away from the pillow and lock eyes with him and as his eyes soften you’re tempted yet again. “They said I was the last resource they had. Leon, I swear to you that’s the only reason I’m leaving.” You lied, but how could you possibly tell him the truth?

How could you look him in the eyes and tell him that you were scared. Especially after the most recent incident, he’d take the word scared and run with it. He’d think you were scared of him when it was far from the truth. What scared you was the thought of losing him. You just couldn’t bring yourself to explain that to him out of your own insecurity. You played the conversation out in your head and each time you ended up making a fool out of yourself.

“I know, that’s what you keep saying.” His gaze narrows slightly, not for a second believing half of it. As far as he was concerned the training part was legit, but it reeked.

He did some digging and the position had been open for quite some time; and the fact that they brought it to your attention after this most recent mission was a red flag. Why were they in such a hurry to fill it now and why was it you? Was it a punishment for not mentioning his attack on your life? Why were they so focused on making his life a living hell?

Of course it could have nothing to do with them at all. It could all be him, he did almost kill you after all. A thought that haunted him when he wasn’t occupied. Maybe he was looking too much into this because he still didn’t want to believe that he ever laid his hands on you in that way. Insane or not, to him it wasn’t an excuse. The fact that you still trusted him made him sick, the fact that you would be around him in such a vulnerable state infuriated him; but at the same time he was eternally grateful to be at the hands of his savior. The person who trudged through the thick of it all to cure him of a plague that nearly cost their life. The fact that he had fallen for you beforehand only fueled this unrelenting fire in his chest.

That at the end of the day is why this stung so bad. You were running and if he were a different man he would curse you for it.

“Didn’t know you cared this much, agent.” You joked, trying to lighten the mood. It was your last night with him, you needed to make it a good one. You needed to leave him on good terms and you only hoped that he wouldn’t hate you when you returned. You place the pillow back into its original spot and sit up with enough ease.

“Of course I do.” Your soft eyes met his and he nearly buckled at the sight. “You didn’t put a bullet in my head when you should have, (Y/N). Why?”

The air left your lungs being completely thrown off at the sudden change of topic, “What?”

“I almost killed you, (Y/N).”

“But you didn’t. Leon, we’ve talked about this.”

“Have we? Honestly?” He looked away from you as he stood up, “You should have, not only to protect yourself but to protect Ashley as well.”

“Excuse you?” You were offended, “I did the best thing for everyone in that damn barn.” There was no way you would’ve made it out without him, he had to have known that. “What are you playing at, Leon?”

“I’m not playing at anything. You haven’t officially said anything about it and I’m concerned.”

“Shit happens, Leon. This isn’t the first time a mission has gone sideways for me. I think I know how to handle-.”

“I don’t.” His tone is harsh and gruff as his narrow gaze locks with yours, “I almost killed you and I’m starting to think that you would’ve let me.” You connect the dots as you study his features and your face falls.

Truth be told you would have. You would have let him strangle you because you didn’t have the strength to take his life. He was scared and confused like a wounded animal, he was suffering and you wanted to help him. You needed to help him. You blatantly disregarded protocol for him on multiple occasions and it wasn’t just your job on the line anymore.

“Do you have any idea what that has done to me? The hell that it has put me through to piece together what my hands did to you?” He scoffs in frustration, “Do you know how completely broken I would be if I came home without you?” You stood sensing a panic in him, you never thought of it as affecting him this much.

Your hand found his chest and you searched for his heartbeat underneath the fabric of his shirt. He was confused for only a second until you started to speak.

“Stop. Focus.” Your eyes locked with a pleading ocean of blue as you tried to calm him. “If you think for a second I was going to leave your body there you are sorely mistaken.”

He studies the glint of determination in your eyes as you speak to him, his heartbeat starting to race alongside yours.

“I was…” you hesitated before taking a deep breath, “Frightened, but not of my own death at your hands. I was frightened that I had lost you to a madness that I couldn’t fix. That I had lost you completely and I’d rather take the fall so you could get help, Leon. You are- I-.” You choked on your words, the alcohol that has worn off in your system unable to aid you when you needed it the most. You look away from him for a brief second and begin again, your voice shaking and pathetic, “Why won’t you touch me? Please, touch me.”

He doesn’t think, he just moves. His palms are cradling your face and instead of apologizing with words his lips are on yours in desperation. His kiss is deep and suffocating in the best way possible. His chest burning with white hot desire while his hands finally felt the relief of your flesh. It’s been so long since he’s touched you that he almost forgot what it felt like to be outside the gates of heaven.

His hands trail down your body and to the small of your waist as his arms wrap tightly around you as they pull you to him. Your arms sneak around his neck before a light gasp for air leaves your lips as you part from him slightly. You’ve been waiting for him all night and your body trembles slightly at the sudden connection. A strong hand runs up your back and rests between your shoulder blades firmly, keeping you to him. A rough possessiveness to him regardless of the way his lips gently made their way down your throat. Kissing at the slight healed bruising that his fingers had left.

“All I’ve wanted to do is touch you.” He muttered against your skin as he breathed you in, “You.” You groaned as your fingers cling to his shirt for dear life. He made his way back out to you and kissed the faint scaring on your cheek before peppering kisses back down to your lips. To have you here, to have you against him, his fears started to wash away. Your lips seek out his as they fit perfectly in between his. You suck lightly at his bottom lip, itching for him to be closer.

His strong hands find your hips as he starts to guide you backwards towards the hall, regardless of how careful his steps are you both still manage to fumble. So caught up in each other that walking was difficult. Lip locked your back finds the wall as a grabby hand works its way up your shirt and takes a soft supple breast to ease the callousness of his palm. Your thighs clench together before he has the opportunity to squeeze and you feel his smirk before it finds his face. His weight against you trapping you there as he licks your bottom lip asking for entrance. You oblige with no protest as you shrink against him in the best way possible.

The warmth of his mouth envelopes you as his tongue wraps around your own. He drinks in your lewd moan as his eyes roll to the back of his head in pure bliss of the sound. The confine of his jeans becomes too much as he feels his cock twitch. His lips part from yours and the only thing that teethers the two of you together for a split second is a paper thin string of saliva. He leaves you breathless as your mouth remains open and he can see your arousal in your breath while you pant lightly. It takes every ounce of strength in his body to not take you right against the wall. A strangled grunt falls from his lips as he throws you over his shoulder with ease.

With strict and powerful strides he walks through the threshold of his bedroom with ease. Like you are made of glass he gingerly seats you on the bed and finally kneels before you. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as he studied your features, every piece of you that he’s committed to memory finding its place. You burn under his gaze as your face grows hot and an intense blush of embarrassment makes itself known as shades of red coat your cheeks. It doesn’t go unnoticed as he smiles and gently places a chaste kiss on your lips.

It was okay and you were safe, there was no need to hide or run from him. Not now, not here, and not ever again.

As his kisses grew increasingly more lewd you whined against him while he removed your shirt and his hands only left you to unbutton and remove your pants. His lips trail down your exposed skin and to the hem of your panties as the thickness in the humid air that surrounds you swallows you whole.

“Leon, please.” You beg as your legs inch open wider. He lets out a satisfied moan as he pulls the fabric away from your wet burning core. He swallows hard at the sight of your need for him, he places a kiss to your inner thigh. It stings as you hiss and your hips buck forward lightly. It’s been too long. He placed another kiss on your inner thigh, growing closer to your lips. You whine, “Please, please, please touch me, Leon.”

Your pleading drives him mad as he sinks himself in between your folds. The broken moan that falls from your lips from contact strokes his ego while his cock only hardens. Your hand flies to his head as your fingers intertwine with his soft locks of hair. He kisses your swollen clit before he laps at it feverishly.

He toys with it before his tongue travels south and lightly traces around your hole; teasing it before returning to your clit.

You moaned as it became harder to breathe and the only thing you could focus on was the spring in your abdomen that was tightening. In complete ecstasy you started to squirm against him. Your hips roll as you keep him firmly against you. He was in heaven as little desperate whimpers fall from your parted plump lips. He groans against you and the vibrations send a shiver up your spine. You try to close your legs but he catches you by your knee; lightly pushing your leg to remain open while his other arm wraps firmly around your hips to keep you in place.

“No, Princess.” He threatens, his lips ghosting over your sensitive clit as he demands for you to remain spread for him. You whine as your free hand fists his sheets.

“L-Leon, I-I can’t…” you start but as the tip of his tongue applies an unforgiving pleasurable amount of pressure to your clit all you can do is moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You curse, your voice creeping higher an octave after each strained word. He doesn’t let up as you tug at his hair and his cock pulsates hard against him. He moans against you as he becomes blinded by your pure heat, lost in the wet high of your arousal; not able to pull himself away to tell you to cum all over his face.

He didn’t have to as your back arched and your body went stiff. Fireworks exploding behind your eyes as your release caused you to shake and pant out his name, “Leon.” You slurred out in pleasure while his eyes rolled back into his head while trying to focus on not shooting his load right there.

His tongue traces around your entrance as he takes all of you into his mouth. You whimper as your grip on his hair loosens and his grip on your hips allows you to fall back into the mattress. He regretfully pulls away from you once he’s finished and with lust filled eyes he drinks in your exhausted figure; mentally taking a picture for only him. He crawls onto the bed as he straddles your hips and your blown out pupils find his.

“So pretty. You’re so damn pretty.” He says before his lips capture yours. You’re able to taste yourself on his lips as you deepen the kiss while shaky hands reach for the hem of his shirt. You pull it up and off of him with his assistance. You start to kiss down his neck while your hands find his pants and struggle to unbutton them, your fingertips grazing his solid erection as your once dry mouth begins to water. You pull them down while your core flutters, aching to be filled.

He assists you as he effortlessly takes his pants and underwear off, his swollen member pulsating. Precum beading at the top of his pink swollen head. You groan as your teeth find his collarbone and you bite down lightly.

He groans before spreading your legs with his knee as he settles between your thighs. He places his head at your entrance as it instinctively flutters against him.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He whimpers at the sight before he sinks into you. You let out a broken sigh of relief as you adjust for him quickly. Your soft walls mold to each inch of him perfectly. “Perfect, so perfect for me.” He praises as he fits himself all the way inside you and all you can do is nod your head and moan.

His lips find your jaw and place soft little kisses down to your neck, sucking slightly at your skin before whispering sweet nothings against you, “My beautiful girl, my sweet sweet girl.”

He begins thrusting into you as your nails dig into his shoulder blade while your legs lock around his hips. You moan as his pace starts to quicken and he begins to feel like he’s always been a part of you. You clench around him and he hisses before his teeth dig into your shoulder.

You let go of his back as your hands gingerly guide themselves up his neck and cup his face, pulling him away from your neck. His face was scrunched up in concentration as he marveled at you. Big doe eyes that wanted nothing more than to please him. You adjusted slightly as your lips found his; your tongue pushing its way into his mouth. He groaned as he shifted his weight to one side while one of his hands found yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours and guided your locked hands to the mattress. He squeezed your hand tightly causing you to moan out as his lips left yours.

“Leon…fuck…” your head rolls back as he ruts into you deeply, the feeling of another orgasm creeping it’s way through your body, “Right there.” He snickers as he increases the pace while keeping the same tempo.

“You like that, my sweet thing?” He asks with a shit eating grin. All you can do is nod and squeeze his hand which only causes him to go faster. You can make out mumbled curse words through the slapping of skin against skin.

It was becoming too much. His broad frame towering over yours, his scent, his thrust, the heat of his breath against your skin, his fingers intertwined with yours, the desperation in each movement.

Leon himself was losing control. Those desperate little noises you were making, how warm you were, the way your eyes fluttered shut, the way you squeezed his hand, the way your back arched, the way your walls pulled him in deeper. He wasn’t going to last much longer, he just needed one more orgasm out of you. You feel him support himself by applying all his weight as he pushed your hand deeper into the mattress and his other hand trailed down your glistening body. His fingertips just barely applying pressure to your clit caused a choked little gasp to escape from your lips as you promptly locked eyes with him. Glassy doe eyes pleaded for him as he started to circle the bud.

“L-Leon…D-Don’t stop.” He grunts as you clench around him and he refuses to relent. You start to grow stiff and you go to look away from him, but he stops you.

“Look at me.” He pulls your attention back to him, “Look at me when you cum, baby.” Your heart flutters and all you can do is nod as your torso heats almost uncomfortably and your nails dig into the back of his hand. He hisses slightly but the grin on his face does not convey an ounce of pain.

Your back arches as you clench around him; your hips bucking as you try to keep your eyes open while your orgasm reverberates through your body.

“L-Leon!” You call for him as he continues to stimulate your swollen clit. “Leon!” You repeat his name again as your body continues to shake beneath him as you start to feel yourself becoming overstimulated as another orgasm bursts through heaven's door, “Leon.” If you knew any other words at the moment you’d say them, but the only thing you can think about is him. His name. His touch.

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” He growls out as your cunt begs for his cum, “God, you feel so good.” His fingers leave your clit as his hand finds your hip. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).” He repeats your name over and over in praise. His fingers dig into your smooth flesh for support as he starts to reach his peak. A warm white is behind his eyes as his dick twitches inside you, releasing long sticky ropes into you. He covers your walls as his thrusts become sloppy, burying every last drop of himself deep inside of you.

You aid him in riding out his high as you lazily roll your hips against his. You let go of his hand and your legs release themselves from around him as you pull him to your chest. You’re dazed and confused as you feel his hot breath against your neck and he peppers sweet kisses on your flesh.

He starts to become flaccid as he pulls out of you and rolls onto the bed, but keeps you to his chest. He pushes some damp strands of hair away from your heavy eyes before his lips find yours. It’s sweet and loving as he cups your face gently. Your hands rest on his chest as he tries to pull you closer to him as he lays flat on his back. You adjust with him and shiver slightly as you feel his cum drip from your cunt. His strong arms keep you steady against him while your legs quiver as they shut. They ache slightly as you try to get used to the absence of him in between him.

“Hey, are you with me, sweetheart?” Genuine concern paints his features as he looks you up and down. You nod before you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

“Hey,” He starts as his thumb supports your chin and pushes your head up to look at him, “are you okay?”

“Yes.” You watched his brain go through the motions to see if he could trust you to tell the truth right now or not. Even though the alcohol had worked its way out of your system it was still involved. Not that you both haven’t partaken in slightly tipsy activities, but this time was different. So much different.

“Stay put, I’ll be right back. I’m serious.” He brushed his knuckles lightly down the side of your face before his thumb ghosts over your cheek a couple times, “Don’t move a muscle.” He pulls away from you and the absence of his warmth makes you go cold and you absentmindedly reach for him.

His heart breaks as his hand takes yours, “I’ll be right back. I promise.” He places a stern kiss on your knuckles. He regretfully lets go of your hand and as you watch him leave for the bathroom it hits you.

As soon as he’s gone your hands find your face in frustration. Completely exposed and vulnerable as you take in a deep breath. You felt as if you had fucked this up ten fold. Your brows furrowed as you rubbed your eyes and with a deep breath you went to sit up.

“I told you not to move.” He scolded you as he stood in the bathroom doorway in a pair of clean boxers. Your body shakes slightly as he is by your side quickly, a strong hand supporting your back. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says pulling the shirt he had resting on his shoulder and gingerly puts it on you. He is so careful with you that it nearly brings you to tears. He guides you back down on the bed as he grabs the lukewarm rag and spreads your legs gently, his mess staring him in the face. He nods telling you his next move as he cleans you up gently and then carefully guides your legs closed. He disregards the rag and then carefully proceeds to wrap his arms around you and pick you up.

“Leon, I can-.” You start, finding your voice again.

“Sush. You’re still shaking.” He cuts you off as he lays you on the side furthest from the door, the side you always slept on when you were here. It was your spot, no one else’s. He climbed into bed and once he was settled he pulled you to his chest, a hand kept your head against his heart while the other pulled the covers up to your neck.

There is a comfortable silence as his hand runs up and down your back soothingly and your fingertips trace little spirals in between his shoulder blades. Both of your minds are too preoccupied to make this situation as awkward as it could be. So stuck in each other’s head that you were unaware of how relaxed your bodies were, how all that stress he carried in his shoulders slacked.

It was calm. It was nice.

“I wouldn’t touch you because I didn’t want to trigger anything in you that would make you go back to that barn.” He confessed, breaking the silence. His consideration causes your fingers to stop moving as you look up at him. “I didn’t want you to see me like that again.”

“Baby.” You coo, your hands reaching for his face as his heart skips a beat at the pet name. “That wasn’t you and nothing will ever make that you.” You reassure him as your thumb brushes against his cheek bones.

“I’m still so sorry. I need you to know that. I need you to understand that I am unbelievably sorry.” His eyes nearly swell with tears; sorry didn’t even begin to cover the remorse he felt. You nod before you press a sweet little kiss to his lips.

“I know, I know.” You assure him quietly. “It’s okay, I’m okay, you’re okay.” You softly coo at him. Your tone is as thick as honey and just as sweet.

His chest is burning and his nerves are tingling while the feeling of your skin brings him the comfort he’s been missing. His body aches with the need to have you closer. Three little words dance on his tongue, but he falters.

“Stay.” Is all he can say, all he can muster to try and convey this need to you. “Please, stay.” As his head tilts to one of your palms he places a firm kiss to it, “I’ll do anything.” He pleads.

Your heart shatters to dust as your body nearly collapses in on itself, “I-I can’t.” You stutter out, your throat dry, searching for an excuse. “You know I can’t.”

You were doing this for him. When it all came down to it, you couldn’t take another loss. You weren’t strong enough.

His eyes shut in pain, he knew that’s what he was going to hear. He pulled you to him, his chest flush with yours as he held onto you tightly.

He had to understand, he had to meet you halfway. You weren’t going to ask him to wait. He had Ada. He would be okay. You just wanted him to stay alive. You considered being honest with him, telling him that those rumors he heard about you weren’t entirely false.

His hand cupped yours before removing it from his face and he placed a gentle kiss to your fingertips, “I’ll follow you then.” Your eyes softened as your brows knitted together. You couldn’t help but laugh as tears beaded on your lower lashes.

“You will?” He just nodded before he kissed down your fingers, then to your wrist, and then down your arm. You giggled at the sensation as you felt him smile against your skin.

Here, he wanted to stay here forever.

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Leon,

Thank you for the night.

You can be a heavy sleeper, you know that? It’s cute .

Don’t call. Don’t show up at my place. If all goes according to plan I’ll be out of dodge.

I’ll see you around, pretty boy. Stay safe.

(Y/N)

That’s it, that’s all he got scribbled on a piece of paper that rested on his dining room table. He was furious as what you wrote stayed in the forefront of his mind as he stared into an empty shot glass.

He picked up the phone again as he tried to call you for the millionth time. The line did nothing but continue to ring until it went to voicemail. He threw the phone across the room before reaching for the bottle again. As he poured another shot he groaned.

“God dammit.” He mumbled before taking the shot. His hands found his face as he saw your empty apartment as he closed his eyes. No trace of you anywhere, it was like you had never even lived there to begin with. You were gone.

He wondered if there would ever be a time in his life where he didn’t have to chase after the women he held so dear to his heart.

He opened his eyes and stood from the dining room chair. His hand found the table to support him before he gently pushed off of it before grabbing the bottle and then retrieving his phone. A string of curse words leave his lips as he sees that the screen is cracked.

As he made his way back to his bedroom he wondered if it wasn’t for his cowardice you would still be here; that maybe if he mumbled those three little words against your skin you would’ve stayed.

Setting the bottle on his dresser he finds his way to the bed. The mattress forgives him as the softness of it forms to him. He pulls your pillow to his chest before taking in a deep breath through his nose, searching for any remains of you.

For a moment he wallows in his own pity before bringing the phone to his face. His thumb finds its way to a familiar contact and he taps on it before bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Ingrid asks in confusion, Leon was still on rest for the time being which made her wonder why on Earth he would be contacting her.

“Hunnigan, I need to submit a transfer request.”

#i'm gonna go pray #istg i am feral

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