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Leon was nervous the whole drive over. His hands left a sweaty shine on the steering wheel of his Jeep that even blasting the AC couldn’t fix. It only got worse when he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button with his free hand. In his other hand was a bouquet of red roses that trembled ever so slightly.
After so many years of circling each other, after so long of slipping from each other’s fingers like sand, Leon was finally going on a date with Ada Wong.
And he was scared shitless.
At this point, Leon had taken on zombies, cultists, and horrors no person should ever witness. And yet at that moment, none of those things made him nervous like the thought of having dinner with his longtime enemy turned ally turned paramour.
While women flirted with him often, Leon hadn’t been on a proper date in a long time. Hence why his heart was racing and his neck was sweating. He felt like a teenager about to pick up his crush for the prom.
Leon glanced down at the napkin in his hand. Using a red pen, Ada had written her address down on it in elegant handwriting. Her apartment, or at least, her current apartment. Ada likely wasn’t the kind of woman who stayed in one place for long and definitely didn’t just hand out her permanent address to anyone, even him.
The two had always encountered each other in strange circumstances. In Raccoon City during the T-virus epidemic. On his mission to Spain to save Ashley Graham. But now, they were meeting at an apartment like two normal adults. It was so unusual for them, and in a way, the normalcy made it more nerve-wracking.
He jumped when the elevator dinged and the door opened. Leon stepped out and turned down the hallway, following the number that Ada had written down: 13B.
Leon gulped and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at his phone and the time read 5:59 p.m. It was now or never.
He lifted his knuckles to her door and knocked.
~
Perfect punctuality.
Ada had told Leon to arrive at her place at 6:00 p.m. And she heard his knock on the door right on the dot. Clearly, his rule-following instinct from his rookie days hadn’t completely gone away.
It was just in time, too. Ada had finished setting two plates of sirloin steak and mashed potatoes next to two empty wine glasses. She had a tall, fresh bottle of red unopened next to two burning candles.
“Just a minute,” she called.
Ada turned to a mirror on the wall and examined her dress. A simple fitted dress in her signature blood-red color. Off-shoulder, with a pair of black pantyhose underneath and black pumps. Fancy enough to look nice, casual enough for dinner at home. One of the downsides of running into Leon so much on the job was that he had already seen most of her formal wardrobe, so she had to go shopping for something new.
Ada had been on plenty of dates, but most of them were for missions. They were with men who were targets. She dressed in her red silk and sat with them through dinners and didn’t complain when they ran their hands up her thigh, only so she could get information out of them. Manipulate them. Take them out if the mission called for it.
But an actual date -date? She hadn’t had one of those in a long time. And to be honest, she’d gotten a bit rusty. Seduction was easy, but romance was a much more demanding game. This probably explained why she suggested the most typical date idea in the book: A candlelit dinner.
Ada looked at the old clock on the wall. Two minutes past six. She couldn’t keep him waiting forever. She inhaled a sharp breath, then approached the front door.
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Leon heard the click-click-click of high-heeled shoes on the other side of the door. He inhaled a sharp breath to calm his racing heart.
I can do this, he thought to himself. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
Ada opened the door.
I can’t do this.
Leon could have fallen to his knees right then. Ada always looked put-together, but at that moment she was absolutely radiant. A silky red dress and deep red lips, her skin and hair practically shining. She could have stepped out of a painting in a museum.
And he was going to spend the evening alone with her.
All of a sudden, he felt like they were back in Raccoon City all those years ago. He was the naive rookie and she was the double agent who could toy with him so easily.
“Leon,” Ada said. “Perfect timing.”
Leon gulped and remembered he was holding a bouquet in his hands.
“These,” he said. The plastic wrapping crinkled as he gestured with the roses. “…they’re…for you.”
One sentence into the date and he was already tripping over his words. Thankfully, Ada smiled and took the bouquet from him.
“Thank you, Leon,” she said. She sniffed the roses and then raised an eyebrow at him. “How’d you know my favorite color is red?”
It took Leon several seconds to realize she was being sarcastic. He chuckled and scratched behind his head.
“Lucky guess, I guess,” he said.
Ada pushed open the door.
“Come in and take a seat,” she said. “I’ll put these in the kitchen.”
Leon followed her inside. The apartment was modest but cozy. Not a lot of decoration, which supported Leon’s theory that this place was a temporary hideaway.
The idea of Ada leaving the city sent something cold in his stomach. But that evaporated when he saw the layout in the spare room that Ada had converted into a dining room. A table for two with two candles that glowed gold on the walls. His stomach grumbled when the scent of prime steak filled his nose.
“That smells amazing,” Leon said.
“Let’s hope it tastes decent too,” Ada said, emerging from the kitchen.
They both took their seats at the table. Ada popped open the bottle and poured them both glasses. Leon cut himself a piece of steak and moaned when he forked it into his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “That’s good stuff.”
A ghost of a smile crept on Ada’s face and she brought her red lips to the red wine in her hand.
The candles between them dripped shorter as the two of them chatted for the next hour. Ada asked Leon what he was doing now (upcoming mission to Ukraine next month) and Leon asked her about work (“You know I don’t work and tell.”). All the while Ada watched Leon’s mouth as he chewed and sipped and licked.
He seemed nervous when he first arrived. Trembling and blushing and stuttering like a prepubescent. But now, perhaps thanks to a second glass of wine, he seemed to relax a bit. He smiled and laughed, cracked more jokes, and leaned back in his seat.
At one point, he had a small white spot of mashed potato in the corner of his mouth. Ada resisted the urge to take her finger and wipe it from his lip.
~
Outside the window, the cool blue evening sky darkened to black. All that was left on both their plates were red juice from the steak and scraps of mashed potato, and their wine glasses only had drops left. Ada watched Leon dab his mouth clean with his napkin.
“That was superb, Ada,” he said. “Really, that's the best meal I’ve had in a while.”
Ada wiped her lips with her own napkin.
“I’m glad you think so,” she said. “I’m not much of a cook. Steak and mashed potatoes are the one thing I can do decently.”
“More than decently,” Leon said. He crumpled up his napkin and dropped it on his plate. “If we do this again, you should come by my place. I make a mean tomato soup.”
“You cook?” Ada asked.
A proud smile beamed on Leon’s face.
“You bet,” he said. “And I don’t stop at tomato soup. I can do clam chowder, French onion, chicken noodle. I can also make homemade pasta. I just got a new pasta maker machine in my kitchen. If you want breakfast, my family has this old omelette recipe—”
As Leon rambled off food recipes, Ada felt something warm twisting tighter and tighter in her chest. Leon’s blue eyes beamed and his smile shined in the dim candlelight. He was sweet, genuinely sweet , in a way most men weren’t. At least, not to her.
Fuck, Ada, she thought to herself. You’ve fallen deeper than you thought.
Ada gathered up their plates and silverware and took them to the kitchen. She set them on the counter and opened the dishwasher. Before she could distract herself by loading the dishes, Leon appeared beside her.
“Let me help,” he said, already grabbing an empty wine glass off the pile.
“Leon, it’s fine,” Ada said. “You’re my guest, you don’t have to.”
“Well, I want to,” Leon said defiantly.
He helped her load the plates, silverware, and wine glasses into the washer. He even found the soap in the bottom cabinet and readied it in the plug. Ada stood and watched him shut the washer and press the start button.
“Thanks,” she said.
“A little something for that awesome steak,” Leon said. Once again, he flashed her that smile that made Ada’s heart twitch.
Ada crossed her arms to cover the thumping in her chest.
“I thought of making a dessert too,” she said. “But I ran out of time.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Leon said. “I’m trying a new diet, and besides, that sirloin and potatoes really filled me up.”
He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. The two of them were silent for a moment and warm, strange tension hung between them. Outside, rain started to patter on the window and the place was dark save for the flickering candles. Neither of them thought to switch on a light.
Ada’s eyes glazed down Leon’s body. His police uniform and leather jackets had been switched out for dark blue trousers and matching blazer, along with a button-up shirt and polished leather shoes. He was handsome in the candlelight, almost angelic. Her gaze lingered on his shirt, wondering what it would look like to pluck those buttons. Her fingers twitched to thread through his blonde hair.
Ada tried to recall the last time she had sex for pleasure. For so long, sex to her had been a weapon. A tool she used to extract information from targets, and manipulate them into giving her what she needed. It had been that way for as long as she had been an operative, for a good part of her adult life. She tried to remember the last time she had sex simply because she wanted to. She tried to remember the person…their name…where they were…what she did to them…
“Ada?”
Leon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she was back in the kitchen, standing across the room from him. Ada shook her head.
“Hm?” she said.
“You’ve got an interesting look on your face,” he said. “Is something wrong?”
Ada held his gaze and slowly shook her head.
“No,” she said. “No, there’s nothing wrong.”
Her eyes flickered around the room until she saw the bouquet of roses on the table, still wrapped in their plastic packaging.
“I should put these in some water,” she said. “I would have earlier, but I didn’t want to keep you waiting at the table.”
“No problem,” Leon said. He watched her take the bouquet and bring it near the sink. She pulled a glass vase from one of the cabinets and filled it with water. She unraveled the flowers from their packaging. She picked up one of the roses, and then immediately dropped it.
“Ow,” she said.
“Something wrong?” Leon asked. He joined her over by the sink.
“Thorns,” Ada said.
On the tip of her index finger was a small gush of blood. One of the thorns on the rose she held glinted with blood.
“Sorry,” Leon said, gently taking her hand. “The florist said they usually chip those off, but they were out of cut ones when I got there. I could only get these on time.”
“It’s fine,” Ada said. “I actually like how thorns look. Just…not when I’m holding them.”
Leon couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course Ada liked red roses with thorns. She practically was one.
He held her hand in both of his.
“Let me try and stop the bleeding,” he said.
He brought her finger to his mouth and gently sucked his tongue over it. Ada’s breath hitched when she felt his warm, wet tongue caress her skin. She observed the movements of his mouth and lips.
“Leon,” she said.
“Hm?” he said.
“Does licking a wound actually help it?”
He nodded and pulled her finger from his mouth.
“It puts pressure on it to relieve pain,” he said. “It stimulates the nerves in a way that helps it heal.” Something crossed over his eyes. “And I wanted to hold your hand.”
Ada raised an eyebrow.
“Did you get me thorned roses so I’d cut myself?” she asked.
“If I say yes will you think I’m charming and clever?”
Ada chuckled.
“Charming, yes,” she said. “Clever…the jury’s out.”
Leons grinned. Ada’s fingers brushed against his bottom lip and then pushed them inside. Leon didn’t resist. He opened his mouth to let in her middle and index fingers in. He held her wrist as she massaged over his tongue and cheeks. He sucked and moaned and the sound made Ada shiver.
In the dim light, his eyes were shimmering. They held her gaze and said one thing to her: Fuck me.
Ada pulled her fingers out of him, saliva dripping between his bottom lip and her tips, and she wiped it on the shoulder of his coat.
“I like it,” Ada said softly.
Leon licked his bottom lip, collecting what remained of his spit.
“I like you,” he said.
Ada couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed his tie in her fist and pulled him into a kiss. Leon responded immediately, pulling her close and sinking into her lips. His arms circled around her, his hands smoothing down her waist and around her rear.
Gripping his tie, Ada pushed Leon forward until he stumbled backward into a kitchen chair. She straddled him in his seat, threading her hands in his hair as she sunk into the kiss. Leon steadied her in place by clasping his hands to her hips.
Ada bit down on Leon’s lip and made a growling sound in her throat. She felt hungrier, in a way she hadn’t in a long time. She smacked her lips off of his and looked down at him. Leon was flustered red and breathing heavily and she could feel his heartbeat racing against hers.
She pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the buttons between her fingers and the curvature of muscle underneath. Oh, how she wanted to eat him alive right there in that chair. But something inside her was holding her back. An uncharacteristic hesitation in her. Like she wanted to jump over an edge but all she could do was stare down.
Leon noticed and circled his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Even in heat, Leon was sweet as a puppy. It made Ada feel that creeping twist in her chest again. She’d fucked plenty of guys before. On countless missions where the best way to a guy’s intel was through his pants. That’s how things like this usually went. Now doing it with Leon, a boy whose eyes made it seem like he never had an impure thought in his life, it almost felt…dirty. In a way that sex with targets didn’t.
Leon wasn’t some mission objective. He was a man who made her laugh and licked her wounds and touched her oh-so-sweetly. Getting down with him should be easy, so then why did she feel so unsteady?
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Leon said. “I don’t expect you to—”
“No,” Ada interrupted him. “It’s not that, it’s just…”
Dammit. How was it that when she was with a target, she could seduce and tease like it was nobody’s business. But the second it was someone she cared about…suddenly it was like relearning how to walk.
If only this were a mission. If only Ada had been assigned to extract information from Leon Kennedy. Then she’d be able to play him like a guitar.
But this wasn’t a mission. This was real and Leon wasn’t a target this time. He was holding her and talking to her like she was someone worth loving.
Leon brushed a hand down her back and rubbed his thumb along her spine.
“You can tell me anything, Ada,” he told her. His breath was warm against her neck. “I really like you. I want to make you happy.”
His lips brushed against her neck. He was so warm yet it made her shiver. Ada instinctively pushed closer so his mouth brushed against her flesh.
Leon got the message. He pressed his lips to her neck and began planting little kisses. Something in Ada melted and she sighed into him. Leon circled his arms tightly around her and held her steady in place on top of him.
He kissed and licked and gently nibbled around her neck and Ada’s mind turned to soup. She wanted to just stay there forever.
Then, she felt Leon’s hand move tentatively down her thigh to the trim of her dress.
“Mind if I…” he said, as breathless as her.
“Sure,” she said.
Leon moved his hand up her dress and up until he found the seam of her pantyhose and underwear. His breath hitched when his fingertips felt black silk and lace.
“Fuck,” he muttered into her skin. His hot whisper sent Ada’s blood surging.
Leon dipped his hand down between Ada’s thighs and maneuvered his fingers until he found an opening. Ada gasped and clenched her arms tighter around Leon’s shoulders as he slid a gentle finger inside.
Ada’s head drooped over his shoulder. Leon moved a second finger inside and gently began massaging.
Pleasure pulsed up Ada’s body. As Leon worked his fingers inside her, planted kisses along her neck. Ada moaned and sunk into him.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered in her ear.
It took Ada a second to respond. Her eyes fluttered shut and she pursed her lips.
“Mmhmm,” she said. Her hand smoothed up his neck and tightly gripped his hair. “Keep going.”
Leon did as he was told and massaged deeper inside her. Ada moaned and arched her back. She was dripping wet, soaking his fingers and tugging his hair harder. But Leon didn’t mind. He relished the pain and the mess because it was from her.
Since the night they met, Leon had countless nights just dreaming of Ada Wong. She frustrated and frightened him as much as she enchanted and enticed him. He caught himself too many times wondering what her lips tasted like and what it would feel like to have her body weight bring down his.
And now here she was, gripping him and moaning in his ear while he pleasured her with his hand. It sent a hot surge through him and he wanted nothing more than to make Ada come.
“You’re incredible,” he mumbled into her skin between kisses. “You’re gorgeous…and brilliant and…”
Ada’s breath hitched and her body braced as she felt the start of an orgasm coming on. Leon’s lovely hand knew just where to touch inside of her and it was coming quickly.
But before she could go over the edge, Ada’s hand shot down and grabbed Leon’s wrist.
“What’s wrong?” Leon asked. He quickly pulled his hand out of her underwear, his fingers shiny. “Is something wrong?”
Ada shook her head.
“No,” she said. “I don’t want the first time to be with your hands.”
Leon’s lips parted when he took in what she meant.
“Okay,” he said.
Ada tugged her underwear and pantyhose back up and brushed down her dress. She pressed her lips back to Leon’s and her hand found the knot of his tie. Keeping her mouth to his, she pulled him by his tie and they started stumbling down the hall.
“Come with me,” Ada said.
Leon’s voice escaped him in a hot shudder.
“Yes ma’am,” he said.
Ada Wong was going to fuck him.
This was real. This was happening.
Ada Wong was finally going to fuck him.
Before Leon knew it, Ada slammed her bedroom door closed and pushed Leon against it. He let her do whatever she wanted. He let her tug his tie from his throat so fast it nearly made him choke. He let her pluck open his shirt buttons and brushed her fingers along the goosebumps underneath. He let her rip his shirt and blazer from his shoulders with both hands.
“Ada…” he sighed.
She stopped his mouth with a kiss while her hand went for the front of his pants. She pulled out his trouser buttons and yanked down his zipper. Leon was already throbbing hard after Ada was straddling him with his hand inside her. The moment her fingertips brushed his cock through the fabric of his underwear, he dribbled a bit of precome.
“Ha,” Ada chuckled. “Already wet for me?”
Leon bit his lip and nodded. Ada wasn’t sure exactly how experienced Leon was. He was attractive enough that she assumed he wasn’t a virgin, but he was just innocent enough that he didn’t seem like a lothario. Either way, the speed at which his body reacted to her told Ada that Leon S. Kennedy hadn’t been touched in a long time.
“Tell me what to do, Ada,” he said. “I like you so much…and you look so pretty…just let me do this for you…”
Now it was Ada’s turn to bite her lip. Her plan had been simply to put his back to the mattress and ride him until he croaked. But now her mind was starting to wander and she wondered if she could persuade this soft, gooey Leon to do something else.
Ada pressed kisses along his neck. Her deep pomegranate lipgloss stained his skin and she sunk her teeth down into his neck. Leon moaned and pushed the waist of his trousers down until they too to his ankles. His cock was hard to the point of pain and he wanted to tear off his boxers to make room.
“Ada, please…” he whimpered as Ada sucked another hickey on his muscular neck. “Please…it’s starting to hurt…”
“Your poor thing,” Ada breathed in his ear. She planted another hickey by his collar and then reached both her hands down to grasp his ass. Leon’s breath hitched and his eyes fluttered close.
“Ada,” he moaned through his teeth.
Ada curled her hands around his muscular behind, clasping her fingers until her sharp nails dug into his tender flesh. Leon whimpered like a puppy in her ear.
“You’re sensitive down there,” Ada mumbled in his ear.
“Mm…mmhmm…” Leon mumbled.
Ada slid her hand through the underwear seam and onto the bare flesh under the fabric. She trailed her sharp nail along Leon’s flesh and he visibly shivered. Leon was limp and helpless as a ragdoll, whimpering and moaning into each touch. He was so soft and warm. The perfect toy.
“Leon,” she whispered in her ear. “I want…to try something…”
“Yeah?” he said, breathlessly.
Ada pulled her hand out from his underwear, snapping the elastic seam against his lower back as she did. She turned on her heels and walked over to the beside table. She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a leather harness with something red and protruding attached to it.
“Do you know what this is?” she asked.
Leon’s eyes lingered on the plastic toy and nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think so.”
“Do you mind if I put it on?”
He shook his head.
“No, I don’t mind.”
Ada’s eyes glint and she smirked.
“Do you want to help me put it on?”
Leon’s eyes shimmered and he nodded. Ada turned around and gestured to the zipper on the back of her dress.
“You can start with this,” she said.
Leon immediately hurried over and took the zipper between his fingers. He sighed as he slowly pulled it down, revealing a perfect back of bare flesh. His fingers twitched at the hooks connected her black bra. He marveled at the lean muscle hidden just under the red silk.
Leon couldn’t help it.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the knob at the top of her spine. Then he brushed his lips down, pressing down the center of her back, savoring the taste of her skin.
“Someone’s hungry,” Ada said.
“Mmhmm,” Leon hummed into her skin.
Ada turned around and forced Leon to look at her. She held his gaze as she pulled her dress down by her sleeves. The dress fell gracefully into a blood-colored pile at her feet and Ada stepped out of her shoes over it. Leon watched with drool on his lip as she stretched off her nylons.
Finally, Ada grabbed the harness off the table.
“Help me put this on,” she said.
Without instruction, Leon dropped to his knees and took the harness. He held it as Ada stepped one perfect leg after the next into the leather strips. He pulled it up to her waist and tightened the buckle straps. The long, red dildo was right in front of his face.
Ada smirked down at him.
“Look big enough for you, baby?” she teased.
Leon’s eyes didn’t leave the toy. He licked his lips and swallowed as he started to imagine the whole length inside of him.
Ada petted her fingers in his hair.
“I need to lather it up so it goes in smoothly,” she said. “Want to help?”
“Okay,” Leon said. “What do you want me to…”
He was interrupted when Ada pulled his head closer by his hair. She pushed the dildo into his mouth and held him there.
“Get sucking, sweetheart,” she told him.
Her words made his skin burn. Leon moaned with his mouth full he sucked his mouth and tongue along the length. Ada pushed it in deeper until he almost choked a little bit.
“Nice to see you don’t have much of a reflex,” Ada teased. She curled her fingers through his hair and pulled up a little so he wouldn’t gag.
Leon moved his mouth up and down Ada’s cock, licking and drooling and salivating over it. It was almost a challenge to see how deep he could take it in before his throat reacted. Sometimes, Ada would give it a little push with her hips and he’d gurgle and moan. Finally, she pulled it out and Leon started coughing.
Ada took Leon’s face in her hand.
“Thank you, baby,” she said. “But I think some lube will work better.”
Leon watched her pull a bottle from the drawer and lathered the length until it was shiny. The sight of her nimble fingers working did little to help his soiled underwear. He rose to his feet and waited patiently for her next instruction.
Once the toy was ready, Ada sauntered up to Leon. She reached behind his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair before pulling him into the kiss. Leon whimpered into her mouth. His cock was throbbing and she kept him in pain for so long that his knees started to buckle.
Thankfully, Ada was still dripping wet and hot from his fingers. In one swift movement, she pushed him towards the end of the bed. Before Leon could respond, Ada pressed a hand to his back and pushed him over the bed. He had no fight in. Leon let her bend him over the bed and smack his ass.
“Those uniforms didn’t do you justice,” Ada said. She pulled his underwear down and gave his bare ass another smack, leaving a red handprint behind. Leon winced at the pain even as it sent a surge of blood down to his cock.
Leon buried his face in the bedsheet as Ada retrieved the bottle of lube. He heard the plastic pump and then cried out as Ada pressed a finger into his hole.
“Relax for me, baby,” she purred. She used her free hand to stroke down his back. Her words and caresses were so sweet compared to the searing sensation of her stretching out hole. “I can’t fit in in if you don’t relax.”
Leon sucked in a breath and gulped. He knew when he came over to Ada’s apartment that they might end up in bed together. It never escaped him that Ada wasn’t the type of woman to be happy with only dinner and polite conversation. His imagination ran wild the whole way over with all the things she might do to him.
But this…was a surprise.
With Leon’s hole lathered and wide, Ada readied herself at his entrance. Her pussy was still hot and beating after his hand was between her thighs, and she wasn’t patient enough for any more foreplay.
“Tell me if it hurts,” she said.
With that, she promptly pressed herself inside of him. Leon let out a long, pained moan as she filled him up. He’d never done this before. He never felt anyone fill him down there. Ada started pumping inside him and he croaked as she pounded against his prostrate.
“Fuck…” he whimpered.
Ada chuckled and pet a hand through Leon’s hair.
“Does that feel nice?” she purred.
Leon was barely coherent enough to answer. He went limp and sunk into the mattress, which creaked beneath them as Ada fucked him deeper into the bed.
“Uh-huh,” he sighed. “Keep going.”
A wicked smirk crossed Ada’s face She tightened her fingers in Leon’s hair and pulled him back. Leon’s back arched and he moaned in pain. His face turned cheery red as exquisite pain pulled from his head.
Ada pushed his head down into the bed and fucked him harder. The pressure the harness put on her clit was sending her close to the edge. And based on Leon’s increasing volume, he was getting there too.
“Ada,” he whined. He fisted the bedsheet and clenched his teeth. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
“Me too, baby,” Ada sighed. She tipped her head up and closed her eyes as she jerked her hips faster. Her nails clawed down his back.
“Ahh…” Leon whimpered. “Harder…Harder…Harder…”
Ada grabbed Leon’s hair again and fucked him until her body erupted in a climax. She moaned as each jerk of her hips pushed her into a heavenly orgasm.
Beneath her, Leon’s hips jerked to hump the bed with each thrust until finally, finally, he came. He spurted into the bedsheets, moaning and whimpering and sighing Ada’s name until every drop of him was gone.
Ada took her time coming to a stop. Her hips gradually slowed their movements until she was still and pulled herself from him. Slicked with sweat and breathing heavily, she stepped out of the harness and tossed it on the floor.
“You okay, handsome?” she asked.
Leon rolled onto his side, grimacing at the sticky stain he left on the sheet.
“Sorry,” he said weakly.
“Don’t worry your pretty head about it,” Ada said. “It’s nothing that can’t be cleaned in the morning,”
Leon rolled onto his back and released a long sigh. His body was shiny and sticky with sweat, his head hurt from his hair being yanked and his hole was sore. But it was a savory kind of pain. The pain at the end of a long sprint, the pain after climbing a great height. It was the kind of pain that made your body buzz and burn for more.
Ada crawled on top of him and pressed her hands on each side of his head against the mattress. She gazed down at him, inky black hair hanging by her face. A diamond-like bead of sweat trailed down between her breasts.
She gave him a bemused smirk.
“Not exactly typical first date stuff,” she said.
Leon swallowed and shook his head.
“No,” he said.
No, it wasn’t what normal people did after one date. But then again, he and Ada were not normal people. Each interaction they had since the night they met had just been a years-long foreplay that led to this night. The night he finally let her bend him over and ruin him.
Leon gazed up at Ada. His hands raised and brushed against her waist, until he finally pulled her down on top of him. His used cock was limp and useless between her thighs, but he still wanted her to touch him. He never wanted her to stop touching him.
The two curled under the covers as midnight passed on the clock. Ada’s pulled Leon’s head to her chest and petted his hair while he nuzzled into her chest. He was still whimpering and mewing like a kicked puppy and it made her heart surge.
“Is it okay if I spend the night?” Leon muttered.
Ada grinned and scratched his back.
“I wasn’t expecting you to leave,” she said.
Ada was warm and dazy as her body brimmed with heat. Leon mindlessly mouthed at her breasts as she drifted off to sleep.
~
Sunlight glinted between the window blinds and right into Ada’s eyes. She squeezed her eyes and turned away from the window. That’s when she felt the empty space in the bed next to her and all the memories of the night before came trickling back.
Ada opened her eyes. Nothing but empty space on the pillow next to her. But the lingering body warmth on the bedsheet and the sticky residue near her feet told her that last night wasn’t just an elaborate wet dream. She ravished Leon S. Kennedy, and now he appeared to missing in action.
At least, it seemed like that for a moment. Then Ada heard a sizzling sound coming from the kitchen and smelled something savory in the air. A few moments later, Leon Kennedy, emerged in the doorway. He gave her a small smile.
“Morning,” he said.
Ada looked him up and down. He was dressed in only his boxers, his neck and chest still stained with lipstick and hickeys. In his hand was a plate with something steaming on it.
“I thought you left for a second,” Ada said.
Leon flashed a smile of sparkling teeth.
“Not without breakfast,” he said. He sauntered over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hope you don’t mind I went through your kitchen.”
Ada glanced down at the plate. A fluffy yellow omelette sat on the plate and the smell made her stomach rumble.
“Let me taste first and then I’ll see,” she said.
Leon handed her a fork and Ada scooped a bite into her mouth. Yep, just as she suspected. Leon could cook. He could really cook.
“Mmmm,” Ada hummed through a full mouth. “This is the family recipe you mentioned last night?”
Leon beamed and nodded.
“Yep,” he said. “I can make it in my sleep.”
Ada swallowed and then immediately shoved another forkful in her mouth.
“So I’m forgiven for making a mess in the kitchen?” Leon asked.
Ada chuckled and spoke through a bite of egg.
“You’re good,” she said, then swallowed. “Just clean up afterward.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Ada sat up into a criss-crossed position and kept forking her plate. Her eyes lingered on the love bites on his neck. She was tempted to reach out and touch them, find some bandages and patch him off after the mess she made of him.
“Thanks,” she said.
Leon grinned and shrugged.
“You made me dinner and let me spend the night,” he said. “I figured I owed my hostess something in return.”
Ada paused the fork in her mouth and raised an eyebrow.
“Is that all you’re thanking me for?” she asked.
Leon’s face turned bright pink and he smiled shyly down to the bed.
“That was…nice,” he said. “Unexpected.”
“Unexpected isn’t always bad.”
“No, it’s not.”
Leon tossed aside the duvet and pressed his fingers to the stain that was still there.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said. “After I clean up the kitchen, maybe I can clean this up for you.” He glanced up at Ada. “I noticed you’re out of coffee. There’s a cafe down the street from here. If you’re up for it, we can go grab some caffeine. It’s next door to a laundry mat, so maybe I can get these sheets washed up while we’re over there.”
Ada pursed her lips and lingered her eyes on Leon. The sunlight streaking between the window blinds hit his blonde hair, outlining him in gold like a halo.
“They don’t make men like you anymore, Leon Kennedy,” she said.
Leon’s face flushed and he smiled coyly.
“I try my best,” he said. “So, do you wanna go?”
Ada finished the last bite of the omelette and reached back to put it on the bedside table.
“Sure, but in a little bit,” she said. She turned to him and pulled him closer. “I don’t want to share you with other people just yet.”
Leon grinned and sunk into her kiss.