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Shit, Leon cursed softly as he pulled off onto the side of the road. It was nearly 2am and this part of the Midwest seems deserted at that time. Leon took out the road map from the glove box. Ignoring the tissues and hand lotion he saw for the moment. He unfolded the map with a slight huff and traced the lines. Yup, he missed his turn almost an hours drive back. He was tired, mental distracted and hungry for something other than pre-packaged gas station food.
Ashley was sound asleep in the back of the small cargo van he was driving. It was nothing fancy but Leon had gotten a good deal on the beat up old van. And he could, thankfully, fix just about anything that went wrong with it. Which turned out to be a lot given how often they moved about.
He turned to look at her, laying snug and safe on the pile of blankets and bedding they had been able to acquire. It was late summer now and even with the AC on full blast the van was warm. Ashley was wearing a pair of his boxers and a tank top as pajamas. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her seem even sweeter and more innocent in the dark than in the day time.
If that was even possible.
Shit, Leon mumbled again. He folded the map back up and put it away. He really couldn't keep doing this but after a few months of traveling together, she had worn down his resolve. Not with words, or flirting, but simply by being her naturally adorable, innocent self.
The way she laughed, the way she moved, her smile, they way her eyes lit up when she saw him, the way she awoke in the morning, all soft, mumbling incoherent and sleepy until she had some coffee, the way she always remembered the little things he told her. He could be himself, his real self, around her. Walls that he hadn't let down since his first and last day as a cop in Raccoon City were eroding away because of her.
He was in love with her... and that was a direct conflict of interest with his duty as her body guard. If she knew what he was feeling for her, it might make her afraid of him, unsure of his motives towards her. Perhaps make her feel that she couldn't trust him anymore.
And trust was the one thing they needed more than anything else right now. He had to make sure, that nothing he did, ever crossed that clear cut line of friendship, responsibility and duty. At least during the day, when she was awake, but at night... oh nights were different.
Leon turned off the head lights and adjusted the back mirror so he could watch her sleeping. She had never awoken before when he did this but if she stirred suddenly, he want to be alert enough to stop quickly. Before Ashley was aware of anything. She didn't need to see him in this state. Horny, desperate, with an almost feral lust for her. He was thankful that Ashley was a deep sleeper, it often took her an hour or so to fall asleep, but once she had, it was lights out.
“Fuck.” He whispered, taking out the lotion and a handful of tissues. He couldn't wait anymore. Undoing his pants, his manhood was already swollen and throbbing painfully just from looking at her. God this was wrong but... his hands went to work. Pumping and teasing. Touching and stroking. Tormenting himself with memories of Ashley. Not only of the past few months together on the road but back in Spain. How he caught her each time she fell, how he saved her. How she looked at him with pleading innocent eyes.
“Ashley...” he moaned her name, trying to prolong his pleasure, as he stole glances at her helpless sleeping form behind him, and let his imaginative fantasy scenarios run wild. Seeing her sleeping so soundly, let Leon imagine that instead of her protector, he was a kidnapper and she was his to do anything he wanted. He thought of holding her, of touching her, breathing deeply her scent, of the soft little sounds she'd make, of how very cute she would be all tied up.
That did it. Leon released harder then he could ever remember having done so. So hard he had to bite his lips to keep from screaming out loud in ecstasy. He could taste a bit of blood but that didn't matter. He couldn't risk waking Ashley. He had to be as silent as he could be. She could never know what she did to him. How she inflamed the passion in his heart he thought dead and drove his senses crazy.
Leon was panting, heart racing, sweat dripping down his forehead as he started to come down from his orgasm. He wiped himself clean, aware of the several pleasurable after shocks running through his body, before pulling his pants back on, rolling down the window and tossing the tissues out.
Looking at Ashley again, he could see she had rolled over but was still sleeping. Thank goodness. He sighed. “Sleep well Ash.” he whispered gently to the delicate form that relied on his guardianship for survival.
As he adjusted the mirror, Leon caught his own reflection. The black hair still surprised him, but dying it helped protect them both from being recognized. The dark circles under his eyes indicated how little he had been sleeping recently and his black tee shirt made him look like a goth. But it was none of these things that made Leon dislike the face looking back at him. “You're a pervert. You know that? You promised to protect her. She trusts you.” He hissed angrily but quietly at the image there.
Feeling a bit sick with self loathing over his inability to keep control of his body and lack of will power not to follow through with the desires of his flesh. Leon turned the headlights back on and made a U-turn. Best he get back on the road in the right direction.
Ashley laid still on the bedding. She didn't open her eyes or make a sound but she couldn't stop smiling to herself as the movement of the van lulled her back to sleep.