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Whiskey kiss

Leon x reader - alcohol, dull motives, uncertainty, fear of relationships

💋There may be inaccuracies in translation as I am not a native English speaker💋

Leon was greeted by the rays of the sun, which began to hide behind thick clouds, covering the sky with their canvas. He stretched sleepily on the soft bed. Kennedy ran his hands over his face, trying to cheer himself up. The hand went to the right side in search of the phone. Taking it in his hands, Scott looked at the screen - exactly 6 o'clock in the evening. He himself didn’t remember how he fell asleep at lunchtime, apparently fatigue and stress took their toll. Recently, a man was on a difficult mission, and after it it is very difficult to restore his usual and normal sleep pattern. It was also on this mission that he met Ada and now Leon is particularly disappointed in her. He knew from the very beginning that they would not succeed. That this “relationship” is worthless. Kennedy had been like a dog attached to her since Raccoon City. He didn’t want to let go, he held on until the last, but Wong still left. From time to time. This is a vicious circle that leads to the abyss, and not to the meeting of clear love. Scott knew full well that this needed to end. So he did. I understood that in fact my heart was given not to the woman who just used it, but to you. You are so close and so far at the same time.

The man doesn’t know how to approach you correctly so that you don’t hurt him with thorns. This is exactly what you seemed like in the eyes of strangers: a mysterious and inaccessible rose that could hurt anyone. But he was simply afraid and is still afraid. Because of his deplorable experience with Ada, Kennedy feels that no matter who he opens his fragile and crippled heart to, he will also be mercilessly trampled and silently left, leaving him in oppressive silence. In search of answers: “Why is this happening to me?,” “What did I deserve?” Everything is so complicated and confusing... But he knows one thing for sure - nothing but Raccoon City connects him with Ada and he needs to put an end to it. Long time ago it's time.

When Leon more or less recovers from his sleepy state, remembering that today he was invited to a colleague’s birthday. You will be there too, and this news makes Scott’s heart beat like crazy, echoing in his ears. The main thing is not to be late and be on time. Make a good impression on you. But what's the point? A man long ago decided for himself that he would no longer open his heart to anyone, not even to the woman whom he considers his ideal - you. Or rather, only the mind thinks so, not the heart.

The heart is like a romantic nature, which is drawn to admire you, shower you with compliments, gain courage and confess deep feelings. But fear and common sense are stronger. They block such things. He doesn’t let you close to him, he always keeps you away. Afraid of hurting both. Putting down the phone, Leon sat up in bed, looking around the empty house. The oppressive atmosphere of loneliness is oppressive and gets worse every day. It pains him so much to watch so many of his colleagues find love. How their eyes sparkle and their smile is brighter than the daytime sun. But this is unlikely to happen to Kennedy. That's what he thought. Fingers ran over the snow-white sheet, straightening it. His gaze darted to the panoramic window in front of him. Droplets of rain can be seen on the glass, which slowly flows into a fierce downpour, creating muffled noise outside the window.

There wasn't much time to get ready for a birthday party, so Scott got up and left the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. Turning on the coffee machine and placing a cup under it, he leaned on the table. Leon sighed sadly, looking at the second chair, which was always empty. And you could sit on it. Sleepy while he cooks breakfast for you two. Hearing your laughter and smile, which always charmed him. True, Kennedy is sure that he is not worthy of you because of his crippled soul. But loneliness is such a terrible feeling that it drives you into a corner with no way to get out. A kind of cell. If he is not destined to be happy with you, all that remains is to accept it. And this is one of the most terrible things: accepting everything as it is.

The coffee machine went silent, causing Scott to snap out of his anxious thoughts. He picked up a hot cup and drank the aromatic drink, which instantly burned his throat and spread warmth throughout his body. The man knows that on this birthday everyone will be in a festive mood except him. It was almost always like this. Leon simply has a ton of problems and it is incredibly difficult to distract himself from them and act as if nothing had happened. But this is one of the opportunities to see you again, to hear you. Kennedy is generally silent about the conversation, because it is unlikely to take place. You have your own group of friends and colleagues where Scott is not included. For him, he thinks, you are just a work colleague. Familiar, nothing more.

Having emptied the cup, the man washed it and walked back into the room. It’s better to start getting ready now so as not to fly at full speed later. The choice fell on a regular snow-white shirt and black trousers. Having put them on, my gaze darted to the tie that hung on one of the hangers. With a deep sigh, Leon took it in his hands, again not daring to put it on himself. The tie made him feel constrained, brought back memories of Raccoon City, his mission in Spain. What is it that Kennedy was strangled. Therefore, as soon as the soft fabric of the tie tightened even a little around his neck, Scott immediately ran out of air, and his state of panic increased. So it hangs here, completely untouched.

Folding it back, the man straightened his shirt, which was unbuttoned by two buttons, exposing a small part of his collarbones. He ran his palms through his hair, straightening it, and then the comb was used. Having done everything as needed, the silence and emptiness of the house was cut by a ringing telephone call. Leon blinked frequently, not knowing who needed him right now, when time was running out. Moving away from the closet, Kennedy picked up the phone. Your name flashed on the screen and his heart gave off a pleasant warmth. This hidden warmth was followed by a slight fear that, perhaps, due to some circumstances, you would not show up for your colleague’s birthday and in this way you were warning him.

The man's hands trembled slightly due to excitement. Swiping aside, he accepted the challenge. Your sigh was heard and then the soft and gentle voice that he loves so much. Scott was ready to listen to him for hours on end.

- Hello, did something happen? — Leon says and sits down on the edge of the bed. The gaze darted out the window, outside of which the rain never stopped falling.

- Hello! No, I just wanted to ask, were you invited to your colleague’s birthday? - your voice resonated pleasantly in Kennedy’s ears once again, causing his lips to break into a smile.

- They called. I'm just getting ready, so sorry. It's not very convenient to talk now. We'll meet there.

- Stop...

Scott hung up, cutting off your sentence. The man took a deep breath and covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to answer like that, to interrupt the conversation. But as Leon promised himself earlier, he doesn’t let you get close to him. Doesn't give a reason or opportunity to get closer. Kennedy is afraid of hurting himself. But he's afraid of hurting you more. Collecting his thoughts, Scott stood up, grabbed his car keys and phone, and turned off the light in the bedroom. Dark light poured from the window from behind the storm clouds, creating a dull and gloomy atmosphere - completely conveying the man’s state of mind at the moment.

***

The rain pattered on the windshield, making the road and visibility difficult. The windshield wipers often went down and up, but didn't help much in such bad weather. Leon glanced out of the corner of his eye into the mirror above, assessing the appearance. Hair. They lie neatly in an uneven parting. There are bruises under the eyes due to disrupted sleep patterns. But overall the look is as chic and fresh as always. Having arrived at his destination, Kennedy parked near the house, where all the guests were invited. Scott unlocked the car and got out. Well, the man was immediately hit by heavy rain, causing his shirt and hair to stick unpleasantly to his hair. Leon quickly ran under the roof of the house and began knocking on the door. Even a couple of seconds was enough to get wet. Still, I should have taken an umbrella

The door opened and a colleague appeared in front of him. Kennedy went inside and handed him an envelope with money.

— Happy birthday, — Scott said in a calm tone and quickly looked around the hallway and listened to the voices that came from the living room. He immediately caught your voice and your heart began to beat faster, making you freeze.

- Thank you... Come in, don’t stand in the aisle. Can I give you a change of clothes? Or you can dry it with a hairdryer.

Leon shakes his head, taking off his wet shoes. Hands rushed to the damp hair, smoothing it and straightening it.

- No thanks. I’ll dry, — he answered briefly and with a deep sigh followed into the living room, where almost all the guests were already there. The pleasant smell of spices and all kinds of dishes hit my nose. Kennedy accidentally locked eyes with you. You smiled brightly at him and stood up.

— Hello! — you drawled and took a couple of steps. Your gaze raked over Scott's body. Due to the fact that the shirt got wet, it became transparent and through it you can see the outlines of strong muscles and abs. You blushed and to change the subject, you opened your arms for a friendly hug. He froze, not expecting such a development of events and that you would even come up to say hello. The man looked around awkwardly and squeezed out the first excuse that came to mind.

- Hello. I think you better not hug me, you'll be all wet.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, showing with all your gut that you didn’t care about this fact. You hugged his lower back. Leon's palm rested on your back, fighting the urge to stroke it and start a conversation with you. But he would rather insure you from further moral pain than open your heart and soul.

- How are you in general? “I heard that the last mission was difficult,” you asked, nudging Kennedy to talk. He always seemed like a nice and interesting person to you, with his own deep inner world that no one wanted to understand.

Scott still slowly moves away from you, avoiding eye contact with all his might.

- Yes, it was hard. But I don’t want to talk about it,” the man said coldly and a little rudely and turned his head towards the table with dishes. His heart aches from his own cold and rude answers. But it will be better for you... Is this true or is Leon just convinced of it? Unknown. Kennedy really really wants to share with you the details of the mission, about his experiences, emotions and life. It is forbidden. He had already decided a long time ago.

- What's wrong with you? “You said carefully, raising your eyebrows. Scott has never been talkative to you, but today, for some reason, he acted rude and distant.

- Nothing, everything is fine.

After these words, Leon walked to the table and chose a place away from you, so as not to give in to temptation once again. But one way or another, your views still crossed. There was the clink of dishes, conversations and muffled laughter, but none of this was important to him. Kennedy thought only about you, a bright smile, trembling hugs... It was as if he had fallen out of the world, plunging into his thoughts. The man took some food onto his plate, trying to concentrate on the food. While the others continued to discuss something, Scott remained silent. With every second, being here became unbearable.

All you did was glance at Leon. Today he seems so strange, withdrawn. Completely different. As if something had happened. His appetite disappeared, leaving behind only interest and the desire to find out what was wrong with him. After all, when you asked a substantive question, Kennedy simply waved it off and left the table. Raising your eyebrows, you tried to distract yourself at least a little, getting involved in a conversation with your colleague and other guys. And it really helped.

And only Scott continued to sit motionless, he could not see your smile, shining eyes, and laughter, knowing that he did not deserve them. And if you enter into a relationship with him, the shine and shine will fade forever. What was also upsetting was the fact that no matter how you look at it, you won’t be his girl. You will not be his beloved woman, the closest person on earth. Unable to bear it, the man stood up, taking with him a glass filled with whiskey. His feet carried him to a small sofa in the corner of the room, while the rest of his colleagues chatted cheerfully and carefree with each other. Leon sighs heavily and turns his gaze to the window, outside which the rain does not subside.

Drops hit the windowsill and slowly flow down the glass. Kennedy picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a couple of small sips, and the drink immediately burns his throat. To avoid tormenting himself even more, Scott tried not to look at those bya. So he turned his face away, slowly rotating the glass in his hands. A few minutes later, Leon felt the sofa sag a little under someone’s weight. Kennedy reflexively turned his head to the side and noticed you. You sat down on the couch and looked at Scott with a frown.

— Come on, tell me,— you whispered tenderly, afraid of making it even worse. But you really wonder how he feels and why he behaves this way.

- Tell me what? “I’m fine,” the man answered briefly, placing the glasses of whiskey on the table with a knock. You take a deep breath and gently touch his shoulder in a comforting gesture.

— I see that something is bothering you. I just want to help…

All sorts of emotions consume him. Leon shouldn't give you a chance to get closer. This seems to be the boiling point. Kennedy flares up like a match, abruptly throwing your hand off his shoulder.

- I said everything is fine! - He raised his voice and immediately regretted it. How many times have I sworn that I won’t offend or cause pain. What did you do right now? You definitely shouldn't be together. The man is simply sure that he will bring you nothing but pain. He lowered his head down and took the glass of alcohol in his hands again, nervously rubbing it in his large palms, feeling guilty. You looked away and stood up silently, leaving Scott in depressing loneliness. It made me sad that you were trying to help, but they just snapped at you.

Or you have excessive concern for everyone and a desire to help and save. You went to the kitchen to somehow escape from the sadness and just be in silence. Approaching the countertop, you placed your palms on it, looking around the stove and other elements of the kitchen. It was not clear to you why Leon suddenly became much colder. He has become so closed, inaccessible... He doesn’t let you near him, he keeps you away, he doesn’t notice you. There's clearly something fishy going on here. Just as you wanted to move away, you felt hot breath near your ear and saw someone’s palms resting on the tabletop. Pleasant goosebumps ran through your body. Still, the slight influence of alcohol made itself felt.

— Um... Forgive me,— Kennedy whispered, touching your chin. He doesn't know what motivates him now. Recklessness or true feelings that he cannot contain. Alcohol gave him courage and relaxation.

You turn your head to the right, looking at Scott’s wet and parted lips, which are a couple of centimeters from yours.

You were the first to take the initiative and involve Leon in a sweet kiss. Kennedy realized that there was no turning back and there was no point in holding back. His hand reaches for your hair, running his palm there and squeezing it. The other one grabs your waist tightly, pressing you to her body. With a quiet smacking sound, the man pushes his tongue into your mouth, interlocking with yours. You moaned through the kiss, squeezing Scott’s shoulder. The taste of whiskey was felt on the tongue. It was wet, humid and so desirable. Sanity quickly returned and Leon quickly pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

- No you can not. We can’t...I will only bring you pain,— he quickly whispered, looking down. The heart rate was simply crazy. Your lips were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss them more and more. But then he will cross the line that he has been building for so long. Just drown in feelings.

- You're so stupid. Calm down, I know that I will only be happy with you and no one else.

Your fingers lifted Scott’s chin. Your lips crashed into the man’s lips again, reproducing the kiss with the same passion. Leon understands that there is no point in coming up with stupid excuses, especially if you yourself want it. His warm and gentle palms touch your cheeks, slowly stroking them. Kennedy yanks you against the tabletop, continuing to crush your lips. Scott's tongue latches onto yours again, creating a dance of sorts. The bittersweet taste of alcohol intensified, adding a special passion to the kiss.

“Damn, her lips are so sweet...” the man said mentally, unable to believe that this was happening to him now: he was kissing you. The most ideal and tender girl for him, whom he had so desired for a long time. And for that matter, Leon will do everything possible so as not to hurt her. To protect it like a fragile crystal vase. Give only love and do not create wounds that cannot be corrected. Due to lack of air, the two of you pull away. Kennedy's hands slid from your cheeks to your neck, stroking it a little before removing them completely.

—I love you,— Scott whispered quietly but firmly, taking your hands in his hands, intertwining your fingers. He brought it to his lips and left a short, wet kiss. - I don't want you to get hurt. It simply seems to me that I don’t know how to love and that this will only cause suffering.

You took a deep breath and stroked his fingers through the lock.

- Leon, calm down and listen to me. How much I saw you, how much I talked with you - you are a good person. Responsible and kind. I never I wouldn’t choose someone bad as a partner. And I love you too, with all my heart.

A smile shone on your lips and, unclasping your arms, you slowly embraced, leaving behind the loud voices of your colleagues and their thoughts about something. At the moment, only you exist with each other and no one else. Kennedy's arms tighten around your waist, pulling you against his strong body. This means that the universe gave him a chance that all is not lost and that he is able to receive his long-awaited and desired love.

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💞It should have been Leon from Resident 4 remake, but it seems to me that he looks like Leon from the second resident (or doesn’t look like Leon at all)

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