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Being a government appointed medic had its perks; such as a decent salary, good benefits - a stable life. On the other hand, some of the agents you worked with were sooo prissy and terrible and made you want to quit your job just about every other day.
You were there to ensure their health and safety, and yet you get talked down to as if they’re unaware that you can easily turn the tables and get them suspended by flubbing their records and hmm traces of bronchitis, a little sample of T-virus showing up in their bloodwork… Okay - well, that was super unethical, and you wouldn’t - but the point was that despite all of the good you were doing for people, it was a thankless job.
Since you were the equivalent of a school nurse - you didn’t necessarily get assigned agents within your department, but you’d been around long enough to know who was who. Chat by the watercooler, run into familiar faces at lunch, and the likes.
One of those faces being dream agent Leon Scott Kennedy, who never really looked like he was happy to be at the office. He was mostly a field agent, but after his rescue of the president’s daughter, he was given a rather cushy position here in Washington DC - you pass by his office sometimes when you’re going to report your medical records to your supervisor at Human Resources, to make sure everything is in check.
You’ve said… hi once, maybe - within the last three months. You smile at him when you do see him - and if you’re really lucky, he’ll nod at you.
And then - suddenly, you see his name on your ledger. Scheduled for a 10:30AM appointment - just a standard check-in after a mission led him into possible contact with an airborne illness. His file says that he isn’t showing any symptoms - he’s vaccinated up the wazoo - probably fine, but it’s just… caution. Especially given his close relationship with the president.
You enter the examination room - and click the door shut.
Leon is seated on the examination chair, shirt unbuttoned, feet just barely touching the ground. The paper underneath him crinkles as he squirms uncomfortably when he sees you enter.
“Oh man - if I had known you were gonna be checking me out today, I’d have been friendlier.” He says, his fists tightening as you approach. “It’s nothing personal - I’m kinda shy.”
You smile at him, taking your chair and rolling it over to him - ledger in hand, as you go through his information in detail. He’s not even 30 yet - and he’s already one of the top paid employees in this department. A pisces… interesting… Shingles three times in his adult life before his 29th birthday - jesus, this guy’s stressed out. Nothing else stands out - a normal record, other than the whole Raccoon City ordeal - and the plagas… and the other fun stuff in between, but it was all handled.
“I’m sure everything’s fine, Mr. Kennedy - but yunno how this department gets… er on the side of caution, right?”
He offers you a slight, but honest smile.
“Yeah - I get it. Don’t worry, been put through the wringer with medical professionals. I’m used to being manhandled… if that’s your schtick, I mean.”
You quirk an eyebrow at him, and tilt your gaze up and down.
Mm - yeah. He’s handsome. He’s built super nicely too - in the way that looks healthy too. None of that dehydration shit to make it seem like he’s super in shape. His muscles are relaxed, he breathes steadily. His eyes are a deep blue, as you gaze into them - or rather, shine your light in them to… check dilation and reflex and… doctor stuff! Yep! You are a professional medic! You have training!
You go about your process, hands hooked on his jawline, massaging into the muscle - moving downward to his collarbone. Everything feels so… healthy! Nice, and proper! Yup!
“How uh - how long have you been here?” Leon asks, as you set up the blood-pressure cuff, reaching for the stethoscope around your neck. “I only recently got moved into this department - but I’ve been in this building since I was like… God… twenty three?”
“Probably started around the same time as you, honestly. My residency was assigned here - my medical professor is also my chief, so - I just kinda followed him.” You shrug your shoulders, slipping the cool bell of the stethoscope into his arm.
You listen to his blood flow, keeping the bell pressed against his vein for a moment.
“Damn - you’re young for a resident.”
“I’m just fresh out of grad school is all - I’m not much younger than you.”
“Heh - fair. I’m young for a government agent, I guess.”
“Mm - yeah - hard to take your time growing up when there’s so much to be done.”
Another smile graces his lips, watching as you jot his numbers down, before swinging your chair to his side.
“Lungs.” You say, matter of factly.
Leon starts to shrug his shirt fully off, giving you full ogling access to his toned back - but you panic, gripping the stethoscope in your hands.
“I - you don’t have to do that, Mr. Kennedy. I can - I can listen through the fabric…”
“Ah - well. It’s already off.” He shrugs again, letting it fall completely against the crinkling paper of the chair. “And - honestly… Leon’s just fine. Formalities make me feel weird… not to be like, Mr. Kennedy was my dad… but…”
You anxiously chew on your lower lip, nodding a little too enthusiastically - my god, you must seem like a nervous school child right now. You’re a professional - this is professional. He’s not flirting with you - despite the rumors you heard that he could be kinda chatty to ease tensions. Shy your ass - he was charming and he fucking knew it.
“Right - Leon. I’m listening to your lungs.”
He laughs, and straightens his back - following your breathing pattern, as you press the stethoscope into numerous points against his skin. (His bare skin) .
The air flows in and out, effortlessly. You keep the bell there for a bit longer than you actually need to - but he doesn’t seem to mind… or notice. You’re just stretching out your time spent with him - he’s been the most pleasant patient you’ve had in weeks… gotta make it last.
“You really are like - the health poster child here, aren’t you?”
Leon laughs, and you’re grateful you’ve moved the bell away - swiveling in front of him again.
“I guess everything’s good so far?”
“Everything’s very good.” You hum, fiddling with the medical tool in your hands. “Heart.”
He nods again, keeping still as you press the instrument against his chest - met with the rhythmic sound of his heart thumping along. It’s strong, filling your ears - varying in sound as you move it along his collarbone, his apex… oh man.
You linger again - bell placed against his ribcage, feeling how hard his heart pounds against your hand. It’s lovely. It is making you extremely wet.
“Mm - everything okay…?” He asks you, finally noticing just how long you’ve held the stethoscope there. “I’m not dying, am I?”
You abruptly pull your hand away, and fumble with the tool - nearly tearing it from your ears (which would have been extremely painful.)
“No - it… you’ve got a strong heart. Sorry - I uh - “
His face is definitely redder than it was before. His leg bounces anxiously - you find yourself breathing heavier. Uh - oh.
“Actually, doc - I have… some medical concerns.” He practically chokes out. “I know you’re a physician but… when I get like… really anxious… I think I got wicked heart palpitations.”
“Yeah - that’s… I mean - I can definitely see if I can help you there.. But… I’ll have to have another listen first.” You roll closer, stethoscope dangling between your bodies. “Anxiety… it can really take a toll on our bodies physically… but I want to rule out that it’s… nothing serious.”
“Yeah - I’d appreciate that.”
You press the bell just above his ribcage again, listening for the deep and steady thump of his heart - but instead, you’re met with a much more erratic sound. It’s faster, skips every so often… You have enough medical knowledge to know what this reaction is… but… what if you just… pretended. He’s booked for an hour, isn’t he?
Him suddenly turning very shy around you… so cute.
Leon’s hands find their way to the hem of your scrubs, fiddling with the fabric - inadvertently pulling you in closer. You’re tucked between his legs, listening to his heart skip at every motion you do.
“Leon - this could be… very serious.” You mumble, trying to hear above the rapid thumping in your ears. “You need to lay back for me. I need to see how you react to stress.”
“Yes, doctor.”
He’s obedient with you, twisting his form around - the stethoscope disconnected. He lays back on the examination chair, fully reclined now - chest fully exposed. You can see how his pulse rushes in his neck - the shallow points of his chest - you want to press your mouth to it - feeling his heart pound against your lips.
In an action that would very much get you fired in any other situation; you swiftly lock the door - and return to your patient. Straddling his hips, you keep your ass firmly on his thighs, fingertips massaging into his abdomen, feeling around for any ‘abnormalities’ - working your way up. His chest heaves as you gently brush your thumb against his nipple - his head lulling to the side as if eye contact is too vulnerable.
The bell is pressed into the center of his chest again, and you’re met with the sweet sound of his life booming through your ears. At this point, it feels like an addictive drug - you don’t want to stop listening - so you don’t.
Leaning down, your hand splayed against his pectoral - you press your lips to the pulse point in his throat. It sends electricity through both of your bodies - you suck on the vein gently, working your way up his jawline - before you grasp his chin in your free hand - tugging him to meet your eyes.
You meet in a kiss - and it’s him that’s putting most of the work into it. It shocks you - how much he seems to need . Not that you’re complaining - his taste is distinct. Salty, a hint of spearmint chewing gum - it’s almost like he’d been eyeing you for a while… and he finally got in for an appointment with you - and now you’re straddling his lap, listening to his heart erratically pound in your ears.
You don’t even comment anymore - tearing the stethoscope from your ears, you kiss your way back down - hands frantically finding their way to Leon’s fly. You can feel how hard he is - you wonder how long he has been.
Whatever - it doesn’t matter now.
He wriggles his hips for you, giving you access to tug his dress pants down - met with his briefs, your hand grasps at the bulge underneath the fabric. You fondle him with care, squeezing at his his balls - the friction earning a pleasant hss through his teeth.
So cute .
He returns the favor by tugging your scrubs beneath your ass, his fingers digging beneath the fabric of your underwear - prodding at your hole - sopping wet, throbbing for him. It hurts.
“You get like this with all your patients…?” He chokes out, withdrawing his fingers - impressed with how much your slick has them coated.
“Mm - only the handsome ones.”
“Might have to report you for this.”
You squeeze his dick harder, his back arching - gasping as he tries to recover.
“But you wont.”
You pull his underwear down, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric. His dick is so cute - springing forward - throbbing with the need to be inside of you right now, right now - right now.
“Hell no I wont - I feel special - getting this personalized medical care all for me. ” He groans, “I couldn’t trust another medic to be as thorough as you.”
You suppress a grin, opting to bite down on your lip instead. Your hand returns to his cock, fist wrapped around his length - pumping him nice and slow, enough to know that he’ll be begging again. The pre-cum drips from the head of his dick, but it doesn’t phase you. You have condoms around here, but you can’t even think about busting those out right now. You need him now and you need him raw .
“You are special.” You lean back down, lips pressed against each other once again. “I really do feel honored, y’know… the Leon Kennedy… in my examination room? I never thought I’d get to be this intimate with his body.”
“I don’t let anybody feel me up like this.”
His hot breath huffs against your mouth, you wish you could drink him.
“Now I feel special.”
You’ve waited long enough, tugging your underwear to the side - pressing his cock against your dripping cunt. The slickness of your core is enough for lubrication - slipping him inside with relative ease.
Before you get started - you take hold of his wrists, pinning them atop his head. The sound of the medical paper crinkling beneath you - leading you to believe, almost certainly, that the sound of the two of you fucking will be heard throughout the medical wing of the building. It doesn’t matter, you don’t care - he doesn’t care.
As you grind your hips into him, you feel his fists flexing, muscles tightening in his torso - leading you to grip him even tighter. He follows your lead, your rhythm - allowing you to take control, leading the way as you fuck him on the examination table. He huffs, trying to keep his voice to a minimum - but you like seeing him flushed and embarrassed. Leon curses under his breath, thighs shaking as he tries to meet his core with yours - he can’t keep his composure - you know if you just…
“Fuck…!”
Mission accomplished.
You twist your hips in a way that has him hit you hard - and you feel his entire being jolt - not quite ready to cum yet, but you know he’s getting close.
He cries out, his hands extending - back arching, wanting to be free of your confines - but you can’t… not yet. Keep him still - it’ll keep the mess to a minimum. At this rate - the time in between before your next appointment will be practically nothing.
You keep up the pace, leaning down to kiss him again. Your tongue slides into his mouth as he lets out another moan - and god , the rumbling in his chest resonates throughout your entire body. The tightening in your belly starts to build up - if he keeps making those sounds…
“This… this is for medical reasons only…” You gasp, reaching for the stethoscope again - placing it into your ears. “We… we gotta figure out what’s wrong.”
He mutters your name once you finally release his hands - allowing him full reign, to brush through your hair, tugging on it - begging for you to kiss him even more.
The bell against his chest is cold by now - his nipples hardening from the sensation. You let your free hand drop to your core - playing with your clit in an effort to get you off even faster - but it’s hardly necessary. The thumping in your ears makes it so you can’t even think straight anymore - it’s so fast and erratic, heart palpitations are certainly present and it’s…
“ Fuck - Leon - oh… my god…!”
You gyrate into him as much as you can, trying to get him in deeper, and deeper - and the next thing you know, your core spasms - white hot spreads throughout your stomach, and your thighs - it feels good. You haven’t felt this good in a fucking while .
Though your hips slow - you still listen to his heart thumpthump thumping in his chest - and it becomes clearer that he’s close, he’s so close .
You slip him from inside of you, he’s still covered in your release - stomach muscles twitching beneath you. You wrap your fist around his cock again, pumping him hard and fast - listening to the way his body reacts all the while. You can hear his breath hitching through the stethoscope, as well as the groans reverberating in his chest. Oh - god… you’d cum again if you had the time.
Finally, his release comes, spilling into your fist, trying to keep the mess from getting on either of your clothes - though to no avail.
In your ears, his heart continues to race - but as he catches his breath… it’s slower… and gets slower… and slower…
You stay put for a minute, before removing the instrument, and placing it back around your neck - tucking the bell into the pocket of your scrubs.
The two of you stare at each other - his mouth agape, as if neither of you can really believe that this just happened.
“...Well, doc? What’s the diagnosis?”
You tug your underwear back into place, wriggling your pants back above your hips - gross , but you’ll fix it on your next trip to the restroom.
“It’s… still too early to say. I think that you’re in the clear, Leon - but I want to see you in about a week…” You dust yourself off, watching as he re-dresses himself, hair disheveled - still out of breath. “We really need to get to the bottom of this…”
He laughs, hopping off of the table back onto his own two feet.
“Yeah well… I think I can do that.” He hums, eyes darting around for your ledger - snatching it from the desk before you can take it back. “But since this is so serious, maybe you should make a house call instead? I tend to be… less anxious in my own home.”
You smile at him, taking note of the number he’d jotted down in the upper right-hand corner of his own paperwork.
“I think I can make that happen.”
“Mm… see you soon then… doc.”
You were intent on making that a promise.