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She shouldn’t be here.
Ada doesn’t even know what drove her to come here- she knows Leon made it out in one piece.
She also knew his middle name was Scott. She knew his parents had died when he was young, resulting in him bouncing from foster home to foster home. She knew that soon the government would come knocking, to see what they could find out from him about Raccoon City.
And she knew he thought she was dead. Even if he didn’t, Ada doubted he’d even want to see her again.
But she’s got another mission looming, one that’s supposed to take time, and she doubts the government will let him rest much longer.
I won’t stay long, Ada tells herself as she fires her hook onto the fire escape outside his apartment, reeling it in and letting the momentum carry her over the railing.
Trying not to be seen, she peers in the window, but all she can see is the faint light of a TV. Ignoring all her instincts, she picks the lock to the window as quietly as she can.
Once the lock clicks, she opens the window impossibly slowly. The hinges creak from disuse as she opens it just enough to slip inside.
When she’s in the apartment properly, she moves quietly, cautiously, scanning the room. Her eyes stop when they hit the couch.
Under a raggedy grey blanket, blond hair illuminated in the light of the TV, is Leon. He’s asleep, and Ada’s almost disappointed, but she pushes that thought down. Her eyes drift to the coffee table, the only things on it a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels and a pistol. It’s the same one she’d stared down while NEST came crumbling down around them.
She lingers for a few minutes, in the quiet of the apartment. The TV goes dark before fading back in, and she can hear some kind of theme song playing almost inaudibly. Ada takes one last look before making her way back to the window. She’s got one foot out the window when she hears an all-too-familiar ‘click’.
“Don’t move,” Leon says,his voice husky with sleep. “Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?”
“Just dropping by. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Ada says.
“…Ada?”
“Do you have a lot of visitors come in through your window?” Ada asks, stepping back into the apartment and finally facing him. He’s wearing an old, faded band t-shirt and blue flannel pajama pants. He’s got his gun half lowered, and in the flicker of the TV, she can see his face. He looks tired, almost impossibly so, and he’s looking at her like she’s a ghost that wandered in with the wind.
“I thought you were dead,” His voice cracks, and something heavy settles in the room. When he speaks again, it’s quieter, almost defeated. “Why are you here?”
“I don’t know.”
Leon just nods. He sits back down on the couch, returning the gun to the coffee table and taking a long sip from the bottle. The tension in the room feels like a fog; it’s heavy, uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” Ada’s voice is almost too quiet to hear.
“Don’t.” He looks up at her, and she almost recoils at how much sadness is etched into his face. “I can’t do this right now.”
“Okay,” she says. The room falls back into silence, neither of them moving.
When she can’t bear to look anymore, when the fog threatens to choke her out, she turns to leave again. “I should go. I’ll see you around, Leon.”
“Wait, Ada,” he springs up from the couch, grabbing her wrist as she goes to climb out of the window again. “Stay.”
Another moment of uneasiness, before he speaks again, quieter. “Please.”
She shouldn’t stay. Her life doesn’t allow for close relationships, nonetheless romantic ones. But she’s selfish, and she doesn’t know if they’ll ever see each other again. So, she steps back in, closes the window, and gives him a simple “Okay.”
He steps closer to her, so close their faces almost touch, and Ada thinks she can almost see freckles along his cheeks. She doesn’t get to study any other details on his face before he’s closed the gap between them.
He kisses her softly at first, like he’s expecting her to push him away. When she kisses back, nipping at his bottom lip, she hears his breath hitch ever so slightly. He moves his hand, cradling the back of her head to pull her in closer. He kisses her with more hunger this time, like he’s trying to commit her to memory.
Ada places her hands on his hips, guiding them to the couch. They don’t pull apart until he backs into the couch, almost falling when he tries to sit. She holds back a laugh, but sits next to him and places a hand on his thigh. She can see a faint blush creep up his cheeks, but he leans back in, kissing her almost frantically. Ada lets herself get lost in it, in him.
When they pull apart, he’s almost on top of her, and she’s leaning back, one leg on the couch. Above her, Leon’s breathing is ragged, his pupils wide.
Ada glances down and sees him hovering almost awkwardly above her thigh. She moves her hands down to his hips, pushing him down.
“I’m not going to break, you know,” she teases him.
“I didn’t want to hurt your leg,” He replies sheepishly.
“The leg’s fine now, Leon,” she places a quick kiss on his cheek. “Trust me.”
“Okay.” He tries to kiss her again, but she dodges it, placing her mouth on the side of his neck and biting.
She doesn’t bite hard, but it’s enough to elicit a soft whine from Leon. She moves down his neck and bites again, harder this time, and he whines again, louder this time. When she bites a third time, he jerks his hips, grinding against her thigh.
Ada stops, only briefly, to adjust their position. She sits up more, before helping Leon so he’s straddling her thigh. In the light of the TV, his face is impossibly red, flush creeping down his neck and his pupils are even wider somehow.
“Sorry,” he looks away.
“You’re fine, handsome.” She runs a hand up his thigh. “I like watching you like this.”
Leon’s head snaps towards her, blue eyes almost glittering. “Really?”
Ada doesn’t answer. She leans back in, biting down on one of the spots starting to bruise. He jerks his hips again, eyes fluttering shut.
“If you stay still during this, you can hump my leg all you want after,” She runs a hand up his thigh. “Deal?”
Leon doesn’t answer, just nods rapidly.
“Good boy,” she gives him another kiss, before she goes back to biting up and down his neck.
When she bites down on a particularly sensitive spot, Leon whines, long and drawn out. His hips stutter against her thigh before he regains control.
“Ada, I can’t,” He manages to get out, in between shallow breaths. He’s looking at her, eyes unfocused.
“Yes you can,” She leans up, giving him a soft kiss. “You’re doing so well for me.”
Leon straightens up at her praise, eyes refocusing. “I am?”
Ada stifles a laugh. “You are. Keep being good and maybe,” she moves a hand, ghosts it along the waistband of his pajamas, before putting it back firmly on his waist. “I’ll touch you myself. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good boy,” She puts one hand on his face, running it along his cheek. She runs her thumb along the dimple on his chin, giving him a kiss, before placing a few kisses along his jaw, and working down the left side of his neck.
Afterhe’s sufficiently marked both sides of his neck with bruises and bite marks in different colors blooming along his throat, she starts sliding her hands up his shirt.rolling the hem of his shirt up. When Leon tenses, she stops. His eyebrows are furrowed, and something else flashes across his face.
“Are you okay?” Ada asks, rubbing the hem of his shirt with her thumb. “Do you want me to stop?”
Leon shakes his head. “No, no. God, no.” He looks away, biting his bottom lip. The living room is dark, but Ada thinks she can see the gears turning in his head. “It’s just, um, there’s someth- I’m not- I’m- I don’t have,” he stutters. He exhales sharply, turning back to Ada, but not meeting her eyes.
“I don’t really have a dick? I mean I do, but it’s probably not what you’re expecting. They kind of cost a lot and I barely had enough to cover my tits, and I wanted that done at least before I joined the force. We don’t have to, I mean, we can stop, if you-”
“Leon,” Ada says softly, cutting off his rambling. “It’s okay.”
She doesn’t tell him that the longer they stay like this, the more uncomfortable her tuck becomes. It’s almost painful, but she’s keeping her attention on him. She wants her memory of tonight to be a good one, not haunted by pieces of herself she’s never wanted.
Ada pushes the thought out, refocusing on Leon. Most of the tension has left his shoulders but it lingers in his voice when he asks, “It is?”
“Of course. And,” she squeezes one of his thighs, enjoying the way he shifts uncomfortably. “Don’t think I can’t feel how much you’ve been enjoying this. You’re not exactly subtle.”
She slides her hand up, rubbing two fingers across the slowly growing damp spot where his cunt meets her thigh. She pulls her hand away after a moment and Leon whimpers, more desperate now.
“Ada, please,” he pouts, voice cracking.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were all pent up.” Her voice is light when she teases. She squeezes his thigh again, hard enough to bruise this time.
Her heart rate spikes when Leon looks down at her, his bangs messy and his face crimson in the glow of the tv, and mumbles to her, “No. It’s just you.”
Ada doesn’t reply. She leans in, kissing him softly. When they pull apart, she tugs at the hem of his shirt again.
“Can I?”
Leon nods. She pulls it off too fast and he almost gets stuck in the fabric, but the shirt is successfully tossed somewhere in the living room.
She looks him up and down, taking him in. He’s fit, but there’s a hint of softness to him in spots, in the fat around his hips and stomach . Her eyes linger on the bullet hole in his shoulder, the one he’d taken for her. She pulls her gaze away, tracing over the scars on his chest instead.
When he squirms, Ada pulls her hands away. She drags her tongue along some of the bruises, nipping at ones that were particularly sensitive. She pulls away for just a moment, before leaning back in and biting his chest, hard. Leon yelps, but it turns into a moan quickly.
Ada moves methodically, leaving new marks and darkening old ones. When she pulls away, satisfied with her work, she takes another look at her canvas. Leon’s eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow. At some point he’d shifted backwards just enough for him to place both his hands at the top of her leg, as if to ground himself.
“Hey,” Ada says quietly. Leon’s eyes flicker open. “Go ahead. You’ve been good.”
He barely manages to choke out a “Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” before he starts moving, grinding his hips erratically. Ada puts her hands back on his hips, digging her nails into the flesh, just enough to leave near-identical crescent-shaped dips on either one.
Leon whines, high-pitched and needy, rolling his hips desperately. When he bites his bottom lip in an attempt to try to stifle his whimpers, Ada lets out a tsk.
“Let me hear you, pretty boy.”
His eyes widen and his hips stutter, but he does as he’s told. He’s rambling now, like all his thoughts are spilling out of his mouth before he can stop them.
“Ada, Ada, fuck, Ada, please, please, please,” he begs her, grinding becoming more erratic. She can feel how wet he is against her thigh as he moves, and she likes knowing it’s all because of her, that he’s come undone like this because of her. He buries his head in her shoulder, grinding unpredictably, chanting her name like it's the only thing he knows.
“Are you close?” She asks it nonchalantly, like she doesn’t already know. She feels him nod frantically into her shoulder. “Come for me then, Leon. You’ve earned it.”
He comes, her name on his lips. He ruts against her, riding out his orgasm until he stutters to a stop. He slumps bonelessly against her, out of breath.
When his breathing evens out, he sits back up, cheeks flushed.
“Hi,” Ada says quietly.
“Thank you.”
She laughs. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yet?”
“I did tell you if you were good…” Ada trails her hand along the waistband of his pants. She dips her fingers in, just a little, but she stops when she sees his brow furrowed.
“What about you?” he asks. Something pangs in her chest, but she pushes it down, and gives him a half smile.
“You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
“But I want to make you feel good, too.” He’s pouting, and for a moment he reminds Ada of a stray puppy.
She sighs and puts a hand on his cheek. “Let me do this first, and then we’ll see, okay?”
Leon looks at her for a second, before nodding. “Okay.”
Ada gives him a kiss in reply, taking his bottom lip between her teeth. He kisses her back eagerly, uncoordinated. They keep kissing, and it’s more teeth and tongue than anything. He tastes like cheap whiskey and sleep, and Ada finds herself running her tongue along his bottom lip to drink more of it in.
She keeps her lips on Leon’s as her hands trail across his chest, tracing the scars under his pecs. She takes her time, moving her hands across every inch of skin she can. When her hands hit the fabric of his waistband, Leon lets out a quiet sigh into her mouth. She dips her fingers down the front of his pants, ghosting them along his faint happy trail. Ada doesn’t touch him, not yet. Instead, she inches her hand down at an agonizing pace. She stops just above his dick. He shifts his hips, trying to give her a better angle.
Ada doesn’t give him what he wants. She bites at his lip one more time, before pulling away from him. She snaps the waistband of his pants when she takes her hand out, and he lets out a frustrated whimper.
“Do you always go to sleep without boxers on?” She asks casually, like they’re talking about the weather.
“Ada,” Leon whines again.
“Yes?” She feigns ignorance, inspecting her nails like they aren’t freshly manicured.
“Come on,” He huffs impatiently. She raises an eyebrow at him.
“If you want something, you have to ask.” Ada folds her hands against her chest.
“Touch me,” he says without hesitation. “I need you, please.”
Leon’s voice cracks when he speaks, desperate and needy, and she decides she’s teased him enough for the night.
Ada puts one hand on his hip. She runs one hand over the wet spot on his pajamas, before finally touching him. When she runs her fingers along his cock, he jolts against her, letting out a squeak, still sensitive from his earlier orgasm..
She continues to stroke it, slower than he’d like, occasionally dragging her thumb across the tip to hear him whine her name. He bucks against her, desperate for more friction, but she keeps an even pace.
When he starts moving more erratically and his breathing speeds up, Ada moves lower. She experimentally drags her finger along his dripping hole, before she stills her hand. Leon lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a sob and a moan.
“Ada,” he drags the last ‘a’ out. “Why’d you stop?”
“I have a question, Leon.” She dips one finger in, but pulls it out quickly. “Do you get this wet for every girl you bring home? Or,” she pushes her finger in further this time, but she keeps still. “Has no one done this for you in a while?”
“N-no, no,” Leon clenches around her, trying to think. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, but all he manages is a frustrated groan.
“How long has it been, handsome?” She curls her finger experimentally, and Leon moans, jerking against her. Bingo.
“I don’t-” He furrows his brows. “I don’t know.”
Ada hums in response, curling her finger again. She adds another finger, and He sighs in relief.
“Do you do this a lot, pretty boy? Stay up all night, fucking your own hand?” She grinds her hand against his dick when she asks. She fingers him slowly, trying to work him up even more.
“S-sometimes.” He leans forwards, burying his head in her shoulder again.
She stops, and he rolls his hips, groaning. She takes her free hand off his hip, and lifts his head up. “I wanna see you.”
He clenches around her again, but nods.
“Good boy.” She gives him a kiss. She pumps her fingers faster now, making sure to hit his g-spot as much as she can, just to hear him moan.
Her fingers are completely soaked. Leon’s whines are coming in shorter and breathier now. When she grinds the palm of her hand into his dick again, he sobs and Ada starts to regret how well she’d tucked when she’d gotten dressed today. A problem for later, she decides; Leon’s starting to move erratically, hips snapping to meet her pace.
She speeds up, ignoring the cramp in her wrist. “You can come, Leon. I’ve got you.”
He chokes on a sob as he comes for a second time. Ada fucks him through it, keeping a steady pace. She pulls her hand out when he starts to squirm uncomfortably, wiping her hand off on his pajamas. Leon sighs, burying his head in her shoulder again. He wraps his arms around her waist, and Ada tenses, but finds herself relaxing into him.
They stay like that for a while, tangled up together, until Leon kisses the side of her neck. She tilts her head, giving him more access, but he sits up instead.
“Hi,” she offers.
“Hey,” he says back, almost shyly. “Your turn now? I don’t have to, I mean, if you don’t want-”
She cuts him off with a kiss. “It’s okay. I want to.”
“Really?” Leon perks up, blue eyes lighting up in the dusk of the living room.
Ada doesn’t trust herself to speak, so she nods. She doesn’t remember the last time she’s wanted anything; she doesn’t get to want things, not in her line of work. But here, looking at the bright-eyed rookie who took a bullet for her, Ada decides she’s allowed to want this, to want him.
He leans in, giving her a kiss. It’s tender, like he’s trying to savor the moment. She’s almost disappointed when he pulls away. He goes to unbutton her shirt, but stops. Ada meets his gaze and nods. Leon takes his time- not to tease, but to avoid ripping her shirt. (Though he does throw it haphazardly across the room with his own discarded shirt from earlier.)
He unhooks her bra with ease, exhaling. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit, what, Leon?” Ada manages to ask, shivering as he rolls a nipple under his thumb. She feels anxiety start to build, creeping up like a vine
“I think if mine had been as nice as yours, I would be about ten thousand dollars richer.”
She stifles a laugh, anxiety dissipating almost as quickly as it started. “Really?”
He gives her a lopsided grin. “Nah. I think I like them better on you.” He runs his hands along the curve of her hips, eyes moving slowly. “You’re gorgeous.”
When Ada meets his gaze again, Leon’s hands are resting on her thighs. He leans in, giving her another kiss. After they separate, he moves one of his hands to her pants, hovering above the button. She nods, and he pops the button. Ada helps him, moving the jeans down her hips and kicking her shoes off. He goes to slide her panties down, and she tenses on instinct.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, concern etched into his face.
She shakes her head, opting to start taking them off herself. When her panties are discarded, she starts untucking.
Ada sees his eyebrows raise in surprise when he sees her enlarged clit, and she almost worries that she was wrong to want this, but doesn’t say anything. Leon puts a reassuring hand on her thigh, leans in to gives her another soft kiss, and lets her finish.
“Can I eat you out?” He asks. It’s simple, direct and yet, a warmth blooms in her chest. Ada nods.
Leon scrambles off the couch, settling between her thighs. Her clit is half hard already, leaking from the tip. He stares for a moment, before leaning forward, kissing the inside of her thigh. He peppers kisses along both thighs, nipping in some spots, but not as hard as she had.
“You’re beautiful, Ada.” He’s resting his cheek on her thigh, looking up at her. The look in his eyes is adoration, like she’s the only thing in the world that matters. Her breath catches in her chest, and she has to look away.
He doesn’t say anything else, just lifts his head up. He taps her thigh twice, and she looks down. Leon looks at her, tilting his head to the side. He runs one hand up her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, before leaning in.
He takes her clit into his mouth, and Ada sighs, carding one hand through his hair.
Leon pulls back, just enough to run his tongue along the tip, and she gasps. Her grip tightens, and he moans around her.
Leon finds his rhythm fast; flattening his tongue along the underside of her clit, licking upwards, swirling it around the tip, before going back down. Ada can feel pressure building, almost dizzyingly fast. She doesn’t slow him down, letting her orgasm build.
“Leon,” is all she manages to say before she comes. He stays still, letting her use his mouth to work through it. She releases her death grip on his hair, and he pulls away. A string of saliva runs from his mouth to her clit, and it almost distracts her from the sight of him swallowing.
He plants one last kiss on her thigh, before standing up. “Be right back.”
Ada leans back on the couch, letting her eyes drift shut. She opens them again a few minutes later when the couch dips beside her.
Leon sits down, holding a damp cloth in one hand and what seems suspiciously like a pair of clean pajamas. There’s a glass of water on the table now, a new addition.
“Let me clean you up?” He holds up the cloth. “I also brought you some water and clean pajamas. If you want to stay.”
She knows she should go. But she doesn’t. Instead, she takes the cloth from Leon, wiping herself off, before passing the cloth back and taking the clothes from him.
They’re nothing special, and both pieces hang off her, but they’ll work for the night.
He offers her a hand to help stand, but she doesn’t take it, standing up herself. He pouts a little, but brightens when she does take his hand, letting him lead her to his room. Ada sits on the edge of his bed, playing with the hem of her shirt and watching him root around in his dresser. He turns to her, holding the clean pants and shirt up sheepishly.
“Be right back. I’d change here, but I’m kind of sticky.” He gives her a sheepish grin before heading back out into the apartment. She scoots back on the bed before laying down, letting her head hit the pillow. Her eyes flutter closed, only opening when she hears movement.
Leon’s back. He’s brought the glass of water from the living room, and her clothes, now neatly folded, and set them on the bedside table.
The bed beside her dips and she rolls to face him. She gives him one last kiss. “Get some sleep, Leon.”
He only nods, and as his eyes close, he places one hand on her waist. Ada watches him, the even breathing of his chest, before her eyelids become heavy. Before the darkness of sleep takes her, she thinks she’d be okay spending her nights falling asleep beside him.