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Leon sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest of his seat, clenching his vibrating work phone in his fist against his steering wheel. The calls, they never seemed to end nowadays and each vibration sent a grating irateness down to his very bones that made him want to smash the thing and be done with it all… as if that would be enough to free him from the FBI’s hold. So instead he simply held his calloused thumb down against the power button until the lights dimmed and the vibrations were no more. And because he knew better, he was quick to turn his personal cell to silent mode before kicking open the door of his pick-up (supplied by the government, of course) and swinging his strong body out and onto the gravel of the poorly lit parking lot. 

Not many cars … he thought to himself as he swaggered over to the front door of the dive bar he’d come to regular at, but then again there never were many cars by the time he’d get off work and make his way over for a much needed few drinks. Leon ran his thick fingers through his smooth blonde tresses before forcing both doors open with a blow from the heel of his other hand, the smell of lingering cigarette smoke and alcohol seeping into his pores like a metaphorical blanket of comfort. 

The song on the radio crooned low and emotional from the old speakers mounted in the corners of the back wall, and the special agent nodded to the bartender he’d become acquainted with in the increased frequency of his visits within the past few weeks. Sergio nodded back, that typical friendly smile plastered placidly on his bearded face as he went about drying a large glass mug with a rag. And when he’d made his way past the high wooden bar top that surrounded Sergio and the dozens of bottles behind him, the corner of Leon’s lips twitched upwards for just a second at the sight of you seated at your table. Elbow planted firmly on the table’s surface with your face cradled securely by that hand, those full lips broke into a mischievous little smile and your angled brow perked up like it always did when Leon walked in as if to say, ‘Took you long enough’ . 

The blonde chuckled under his breath as he approached you, nodding to the seat across from you and speaking formally as though to a complete stranger, “This seat taken?” You snorted, and he loved the way your nose wrinkled and your smile lines creased at his play of ignorance. “Shut the fuck up and sit down, pretty boy. You’re late again, you’re lucky we’re friends or I might’ve had to find another way to eat up my evening.” Leon dropped himself down onto that vacant seat and made sure to mask the way his jaw tensed at the insinuation of you in the arms of another by looking over one shoulder then the other comically. Those deep blues eyes swept over the mostly empty bar, taking note of the few vagrants and that were so stupid drunk at that point they were either sprawled out over their own tables in a snoring sleep or stared blankly at nothing in particularly before leaning into whisper to you with a grin, “Which one does it for you, the drooling brunette or the sleeping 85 year old?” 

Sergio caught this and snickered before turning away, which made you throw your hands up in exasperation and half-heartedly scold him, “C’mon, Sergio! You’re supposed to be on my side, I’m the one that’s known you for years.” Sergio clucked back over his shoulder with his heavy Mexican accent, placing the mug with the other dried ones before plucking up another wet one, “Then don’t say such absurd things. How can you get upset with the batter for simply hitting what was pitched to him?” You rolled your eyes and very quickly flashed your middle finger in the bartender’s direction before sliding a glass towards Leon. 

Condensation had long since begun to cling to the circumference of the short glass, creating a deep ring of moisture on the beige napkin it sat upon. The ice, usually cut into sizable cubes, had melted into something more rectangular and oblong. Leon perked a brow at you and you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, settling your gaze off to the side, “Don’t look at me like that, I ordered your usual for you when you should’ve been here. So you have no one to blame for your watered-down drink but yourself.” 

Leon was slow about dragging his thumb down the glass from rim to base to collect the moisture in its path and press it down against the napkin as he watched you take a sip from your own glass. The way you squeezed your eyes shut and furrowed your brows with urgency, gulping down a few hearty sips until the burn was too much at once and the way you scrunched up your face after and lightly shook your head from side to side at the strong taste… everything about you, from your mannerisms to your countenance, Leon truly had no intentions of becoming so.. familiar with anyone, especially someone like you. 

It had been a particularly rough day at work the night you two had met, Leon felt particularly helpless in this new role as the FBI’s lackey for Sherry’s sake and the gravity of his situation had become stifling. He hadn’t intended to stop into any bars, content with the prospect of getting home and shutting away the outside world with a bottle glued to his hand. But he just happened upon the little dive while he was on his way back and something compelled him to stop and give the place a try. It was busier that night, not bustling by any means, but full of enough patrons for there to be a soft buzz of chatter from all sides. Leon tossed his leather coat onto an empty table, claiming it for himself before making his way over to the bartop. He stood at the far left corner, leaning his hulking upper body over the smooth surface and holding up an  open hand to grab the bartender’s attention once he was available. Before he was able to, the barkeep made a general call to all waiting patrons that he’d be back in a moment and disappeared into what Leon assumed to be a backroom. 

You sat to the right of him, a stranger through and through. There was something about you that caught his attention even as you sat silently, one hand supporting your head under your chin and the other flat against the bartop as you scraped your long index fingernail back and forth over the polished wood. Your eyes were fixed on something to the right of you, and Leon stealthily traced your gaze to an exchange between a young looking woman and a very openly intoxicated older man. Leon took note of the way your jaw was tensed and how your deep eyes seemed to only grow darker the longer you glared. You were angry, and it didn’t take long for him to learn why. 

“C’mon sweet thiiing…” The drunkard cooed down at the poor girl, more or less trapping her with her back against the bartop by the placement of his hands on either side of her, “Y’really gonna tell me you came all the way out here, and you didn’t want any attention? Lookin’ like that? ” The man gripped the girl’s chin between his index finger and thumb before she shakily wrenched her face away and began to shove against his barrel chest. “I-I’m not! I-I’m just visiting my– I can’t even d-drink yet! Please, please just leave me alone…” Disgustingly, this seemed to delight the brute even more as he leaned his heavy self down to get into her face even more, “Can’t even drink yet, eh? S’my lucky day…” 

Leon’s biceps began to tense with irritation the longer the exchange went on, even more so by the way all the other able-bodied men in the bar seemed to turn away instead of standing up for the young girl. And just when Leon had begun to have enough, when he was readying himself to peel his folded arms off the bartop and insert himself between the two, he watched with a silent surprise as you slid off your stool and straightened your back before making your way over. He could see you more clearly now, all of you. You were, in several senses of the word, thick . You stood on shapely and stocky calves and thighs in ripped jeans punctuated by heavy black boots on your feet. Your fists clenched and your arms tensed under the sleeves of your loose fitting yet shredded t-shirt that gave fleeting peeks of a skin tight black tank top underneath that clung… very flatteringly to your curvy figure. 

Each step ended with a heavy footfall until you stopped in front of the two and hummed in a low voice, “You seem like the type that can’t take no for an answer… don’t you even want to try and subvert expectations?” Ballsy and seemingly bright… Leon watched with a vigilant interest, ready to step in at any necessary moment despite leaning nonchalantly against the bar. 

The drunkard lumbered his heavy body until he was facing you and, with his hazy attention on something else, the young girl quickly slithered out from his hold and hid behind you. He grunted with displeasure at this before glaring down with an infuriatingly haughty grin of browning teeth and irritated gums. “And who’s gonna stop me, cow? ” He practically spat the word at you, veins in his neck bulging, “You?” But instead of recoiling, of falling back a step in surprise at the insult, you simply sighed and murmured over your shoulder to the girl, “Perdita, three feet.” 

Leon’s brow quirked, it seemed you knew this girl already… at least, enough for her to eagerly heed your words and fall back a good few feet until she was standing practically right in front of him. 

The tension between you and the man was strong enough to put a damper on most of the other conversations taking place, hushing them to hesitant whispers from the audience of patrons you’d collected. Leon resented the judgmental looks that some of them wore, what right did they have to judge you for stepping up when none of them would? “Listen, cabrón , I’ll give you one chance to apologize and make your exit before things get a little… dicier.” The name rolled off your lips in a comfortable sort of way, echoed by the tinge of accent that had begun to peek out at the end of your sentences the longer you glared at one another. For a moment, there was complete silence. And just as quickly, the drunkard released a roar as he reared back one massive fist and advanced to level a heavy punch to your head. 

With a surprising quickness, you swayed towards the bar and slipped past the open space between his side and the bar top, wrenching your body to draw up your right arm to slam your elbow against the back of his skull once you’d cleared it. Leon watched wordlessly as, after the crack of bone meeting bone, you drove his hulking figure down with enough force for the drunkard’s ugly face to slam against the edge of the bar top. A sickening crunch punctuated the movement and the huge man crumbled to his knees on the ground. Before he could find the wherewithal to bring his big hands up to cover what Leon assumed to be a thoroughly broken nose, you used your left hand to yank him back by his greasy hair and smashed your clenched right fist between his eyes in one jab and then another. It wasn’t expert by any means, Leon would’ve been able to pick up formal training like he’d undergone upon being recruited to D.S.O, but he didn’t find the exchange any less impressive despite this fact. 

The man groaned and fumbled until he fell back flat on the ground after you’d released his dirty locks, bringing his hands up to cover his heavily bleeding face. You were breathing heavily now after such an exertion, staring down at the stain of a man with a serious contempt on your face. You were facing Leon now and, though your hateful attention was squarely elsewhere, he took the opportunity to look over your face. He was unsure where a louse like that one on the ground got off calling someone like you a cow… You were beautiful in your own right, even with your teeth grinding and your eyes sharpened with rage you wore a unique beauty that would surely be imprinted in the agent’s memory. 

The drunkard was whining and moaning in pain, lightly rolling from side to side. And when he was as close to flat on the floor again as you had the patience to wait for, you slammed one heavy boot down onto his big gut to keep him there. The blow was enough for the man to squeal like a pig and wrench his face to the side, throwing up what Leon assumed to be the many drinks he’d had to get him to this point. 

By this point, dissent began to ripple through the audience. One wavering voice even spoke up, remarking that this should be something taken care of by the police. Immediately your face snapped up and enraged eyes scanned over the watching faces as though you meant to discern just who it was to suggest that. With an eerily cool evenness to your voice, you spoke firmly and authoritatively, “I’m taking care of it. The bitches in blue aren’t needed here, so no one better go calling them…” You let your weight drop suddenly, your knee pinning the man’s stomach down where your foot was just a moment ago to elicit another painful groan from him, and tossed your fringe out of your face to level a menacing glower at each and every patron bold enough to meet your gaze, “or else you’ll be dealing with me next. ” 

That was more than enough to get everyone else to mind their own business again, everyone except for Leon of course. You took advantage of this change of atmosphere to catch the brute by surprise and shove your tensed forearm against his neck and just under his jaw with a decent enough pressure for his breathing to at least come out labored, your other forearm slamming down above his head to pin his arms down by the inside of his elbows. “How about another shot at that apology?” You hissed down at him. Instead of relenting, and despite the insistent struggles of his arms that you were firmly holding down, the drunkard hocked a loogey that splattered against your jaw and trickled down your neck. Instantly, you laid more and more of your weight against his neck until he broke and cried out a wimpy, frantic and gargling “O-Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” With a slow exhale, you leaned your weight back onto the knee that still pinned him in place and allowed him to catch his breath once more before rearing your arm back and hitting your elbow against the side of his jaw for good measure. That was enough to send the son of a bitch into a sudden slumber that would probably result in a concussion once he woke. 

“That,” you huffed out as you made your way back to your feet, “was for the fucking loogey.” You were panting now as you stood straight up, yanking a rag peeking out from behind the bartop to wipe the drunkard’s spit off of your face and neck before tossing it onto his unconscious face. And when you turned back towards Perdita, you wore an accomplished little grin on your altercation-worn face as you offered a hand to her, “There, at least he said sorry.” 

Leon watched the young girl’s face contort with concern as she reached out and yanked you towards her in a desperate hug, chastising you in a tearful voice, “You said you’d stop doing that! H-He was big, he could’ve hurt you all because of me…!” 

And where there was unadulterated rage moments before, Leon watched the intensity on your face dissipate into something gentle and tender as you squeezed the girl back before withdrawing to plant your hands on her shoulders. “I know you hate to stay alone so late, but this place isn’t safe for you. Men like that ,” you cast a hateful glance over your shoulder at the still unconscious man, “will always find their way in here, and will always bother girls like you whether or not your brother and I try to interfere. So please Dita, stay home for your own good. I hate to think of a day where I can’t get to you fast enough… for me, Dita, please.” 

He tried his very best not to eavesdrop, but there was little Leon could do to help it with how close in proximity the both of you were to him. Just a soft side step and his leg would be touching the young girl who stared innocently up at you. And though he hated to listen into your private conversation, the more he seemed to watch you and hear of you the more intrigued by you he became. You weren’t just a rough-around-the-edges type of troublemaker, instead you’d seemingly taught yourself to fight enough to exercise this skill in order to protect your young friend who couldn’t protect herself… it was noble and commendable, and it made Leon want to know you all the more. 

“I promise…” Perdita sighed and hid her face into your neck as you soothingly ran your hands up and down her back. Leon watched the tense in your shoulders relax, and was struck when your eyes flickered up to meet his for the very first time since he’d entered the small building. It was such a small gesture for the effect it had on him… Those deep eyes, proud and conflict-hardened, they enraptured him in a breathless moment that made him feel seen , acknowledged . Past his trauma, past Racoon City, past his position in the FBI, those eyes sized him down to the man underneath it all: Leon Scott Kennedy, who stood plainly before you with a mask of apathy over his chiseled face. This feeling… Leon craved more of it and more of you. 

From the corner of your locked gaze he saw a flurry of movement behind you that you seemed oblivious to. The bastard’s nap seemed to be over and he rose swiftly with a red hot rage on his face as he began to reach out for your neck from the back. Before Perdita could scream out a warning, and before you had the opportunity to swing around and face the brute, Leon launched himself forward. Now thankful for your close proximity, it took mere milliseconds for Leon to slide in front of you two. 

Shifting his weight to his left leg whilst in motion, Leon drew up his right leg to drive his rock hard shin into the side of the drunkard’s neck and pounding his head once more against the side of the bar top until he roared in pain and fell to his knees. And just as quickly as he’d crumpled onto the ground, Leon drew his knee towards his chest in order to deliver one final powerful kick to the man’s chest which flew him backwards until he crashed against the far wall. Cries and gasps of surprise from the other patrons erupted from all sides. The impact was enough to shake a painting from its place on the wall above him, crashing glass over the brute’s head and causing him to sag there with a sleep that Leon felt confident would last for a while. 

And though to the right of him Leon’s ear burned with the worried whispers of strangers whose opinions of him he had little care for, he straightened up with a bit of shock at the sound of your soft laughter. When he turned to you once more, he was pleasantly surprised to see your smooth lips perked up with a lazy smirk as you sized him up with those intense eyes of yours. “Nice kick,” You quipped up at him, releasing your hold on Perdita without ever taking your eyes off of his, “bet that’s gotten you outta trouble more than once, huh?” Despite himself, Leon found himself slightly smirking back as he eased backwards to rest his back against the bloodied bar top. “Could say the same about that right jab of yours… it impressed me.” The way your eyes flickered wider for just a moment, it wasn’t lost on him. Did his simple compliment mean so much to you? 

As the front door swung open again, both yours and Leon’s gazes flickered swiftly in time to watch the bartender take a few steps in before noticing the unconscious galoot obstructing most of the exit route. He grumbled before placing the many bottles he’d gone to get securely on the bar top and turning to glare around the bar whilst pointing at the man, “Mierda , who the fuck did this while I was gone?!” Though the question came out as genuine, immediately after he followed it with a hiss of your name (which you responded to with an innocent flutter of your long lashes). It was the first time Leon had heard your name and he committed it to memory instantaneously. Perdita hurriedly broke from your care to rush over to the barkeep, throwing her arms around his neck before explaining frantically, “Don’t be angry with her, hermano! The man h-he, he wouldn’t leave me alone… They saved me, the both of them, Sergio, when no one else would..” 

You hummed and slipped a step closer to Leon to place a friendly pat on his upper arm, and Leon tried his best not to tense at your touch. “Thank him, he took ‘em down for good. I just made it a little easier for him.” Leon glanced down at you with a perked brow and you smiled modestly back up at him before shrugging dismissively and looking away. “Oy.” Sergio caught the blonde’s attention and held his gaze before offering a grave nod of sincere thanks for protecting his sister when he could not. Leon nodded wordlessly back. 

After checking her over and ushering her into the safety of the back office, Sergio sauntered back out and spoke with a booming voice to address everyone in the bar, “EY! Every pendejo in here that sat around while my little sister got harassed, get the fuck out! Bars closed for you assholes!” A loud grumbling wave of protest from the remaining patrons vibrated off the walls but Sergio shook his head, refusing to humor any bit of it as he made his way to you and clamped a hand down on your shoulder. “No bullshit, bastardos. The lady had the balls when none of you did, so get out . No drinks for cowards .” 

The loud dissenting continued as people began to file out, precariously stepping around the small puddle of vomit and stepping over the unconscious man’s legs. You had hardly even realized that Leon had silently withdrawn to grab up his jacket from that table and begun to trail out with them. 

“Hey, wait!” You called out to him quickly, hazarding a few steps towards him. Leon turned slowly and you relished in the opportunity to watch the way his tight black t-shirt clung to his muscles that rippled with his movement. With a lopsided smile and raised brows, you nodded towards the now vacant bar top and the bottles behind it, “You didn’t even get your drink yet.” Sergio smacked his hand against the bar top to draw the attention of the both of you, and he smiled charmingly as he tossed a rag over his shoulder, “Stick around, amigo! I owe you both drinks on the house tonight, especially if you help me take out the trash.” 

Leon looked from you to Sergio in silent consideration. He could go home, sober and slightly irritated because of it, and drown in his sorrows until sleep took hold… or he could stay, learn more about you and maybe, just maybe he’d get the chance to see you again and truly know you. To let someone new in, after the painful past few years… And when your steadfast pleaful gaze had turned to something more humorous, your brows wagging up and down with a goofy grin on your face, it drew a breathless little laugh from the agent and he couldn’t help but relent if it would keep you so jovial. He tossed his jacket onto the nearest bar stool and nodded towards the bartender. “I think I can manage that.” Leon responded kindly, waiting for Sergio to make his way over so the two men could get a good grip on the limp blockhead and carry him outside. 

After dropping him on a bench on the side of the road, Leon straightened his shirt and wiped his hands off on his cargo pants before smoothing his hair back over his head. “So…” Sergio’s voice cut through the silence, casting a critical eye over the blonde in the flickering dim light of the nearest lamp post, “we don’t usually get cops around here, what brought you in?” Leon stiffened at this, pointedly avoiding eye contact before casually countering, “I’m not a cop.” Sergio snorted and folded his arms over his chest, leaning his butt against the back of the bench that the beaten brute was now snoring on, “Yeah… you are, in one way or another. Got that look about you, you know? That aura of authority.” 

There was a silent standoff there after, both men locking eyes in the dark of the night. Leon didn’t consider himself a cop, not anymore at least. That Leon, the officer of Racoon City, died there along with the hundreds of thousands of victims. Despite his new role in the F.B.I, he didn’t consider himself a federal agent… he was merely a weapon for the government to utilize, which he had come to accept for Sherry’s sake, but drinking definitely helped the truth to be a bit more palatable. Sergio broke into a friendly grin, uncrossing his arms to hold out his hands in a placating manner, “Hey, hey, you don’t got an enemy in me over it, I could give a rat’s ass what you do. But uh…” The bartender cast a complicated look in the direction of the bar, and Leon pressed in a firm voice, “But what?” 

Sergio sighed and clapped a hand on Leon’s shoulder, slowly guiding them both back through the parking lot and towards the entrance, “I would… keep it from her, if I were you.” Her… He must’ve meant you, otherwise he would’ve referred to his sister by her name. “...Why?” Sergio stopped him just outside the door, dropping his voice to speak low into the blonde’s ear, “S’not my place to say, amigo… But I’ve known her long enough to know that if you make her feel safe to, she’ll share those troubles with you. She’s good at it, making people feel like they’ve known her forever…. She’s a good kid under the attitude, she just lets her temper do the talking sometimes.” He held Leon’s gaze again and squeezed his shoulder, “I think you could be a good influence on her if uh, you choose to stick around. But I won’t take it personal if we never see you again after this.” Sergio chuckled as he reached forward to begin opening the door for Leon, “She’ll make a good drinking buddy for the night, at least.” 

And you did. After you cleaned up the vomit on the ground and helped Perdita clear the tables, you and Leon sat at the bar and got to talking on a surface level. One drink turned into a few by the time Sergio removed himself to drive Perdita home, casting a stern gaze your way when he asserted you’d better not drink him out of his entire bar and a tipsy Leon scoffed under his breath at the innocent pout you shot him in return. When the two of you were alone, that’s when Leon truly began to know you. There was an unmistakable light in you, something contagious and genuine that glittered mischievously in your eyes and glinted in that bright smile even in the dimmed lights of the empty bar. Leon had done all he could to withdraw from any light and any joy, feeling firmly that he did not deserve to enjoy either after the things he’d done… the person he had to become for the F.B.I. 

It lifted him effortlessly from his sorrows and when he was drinking with you, joking around like life-long friends. You were funny and at times even unhinged in the way you ranted about anything and everything the more liquor you got into you, and Leon found himself smiling and laughing along, even engaging in slight banter with you. 

That night, sitting there with you, it made him feel as though he’d been revived after a long sleep. It was remarkable, in just one night of knowing each other you’d managed to make him feel alive again after years of stagnation. You were a breath of fresh air from all the missions, the murdering and the constant risking his life… you weren’t simple by any means, but the way you brought enjoyment to something as simple as sitting and talking was so impactful to the man. He didn’t want to let this feeling go, this bond between you, even if the best way to keep it was to just remain as drinking buddies. You were too good to be involved with him, he was certain that his blood-stained hands would just sully that inherent brightness that could bring levity to any room. He refused to risk dampening your vivacity, even if that meant having to hold you at arm's length. 

And Leon really tried his best to stick to this, but he found that Sergio’s words rang incredibly true. It was an intensive labor for Leon to keep himself from sharing too much of his past or his personal details with you the more nights you spent together, the bartender’s warning ever heavy in the back of his mind when you two were seated across from one another… until he endeavored to press you about why you hated the police so passionately. 

The atmosphere changed almost immediately, any and all humor sparkling in your dark eyes vanishing without a trace as you silently sized him up. Leon couldn’t blame your skepticism, it’s not as though he had been particularly forthright up until this point even though you were now far from complete strangers. He watched you weigh your options, whether to open up the book of your past to him or to treat him in kind and keep your depths hidden. But there was a distinct difference between you, in the way your face softened to something melancholic as though the prospect of being listened to was a secret yearning you’d been denying yourself of. You had the strength to be open about the pain, and Leon did not. “You sure you really want to know? It’s not a happy story.” You murmured solemnly as you gauged his reaction, your pursed lips parting with a deep sigh after he urged you on. 

Leon listened carefully as you told him your story, of how your humble family immigrated from Latin America to The United States in search of the coveted American Dream when you were newly born. Your grandfather managed to work hard and open his own corner store in your small urban neighborhood and for a while, things were okay. You weren’t the richest family around by any means, but you had what you needed to survive and often used your excess time and funds to help those who struggled around you. Your grandfather and your parents raised you to be kind and to always help those in need, and you took those lessons to heart as you grew into a teenager. And during your senior year of high school, around the same time you met Sergio who worked as a teacher’s assistant at the time, things changed. Things changed so suddenly it felt like a hurricane had struck up in the blink of an eye, sweeping away everything you knew. 

Your relationship with the police up until this point had been indifferent, they stayed out of your way for the most part and at least attempted to be of help on the occasions that your grandfather’s store was stolen from, but often little could be done by the time they got there. But when the town’s police chief died of a sudden heart attack, and a new one took his place, the corruption began. The extortion, the unjustifiable beatings, the bribery from local gangs to look the other way, your town had quickly devolved into chaos at the hands of those who were supposed to protect you. Your grandfather’s store was getting robbed weekly and the police were never of any help. Your family had fallen heavily into debt with no income to pay the bills and your grandfather had grown desperate. He entered the police station to make a heartfelt plea for help and ended up dead for it. The police claimed he charged the building with the intent to murder, but you knew the man had not one malicious bone in his old body. 

The grief drove your mother into addiction until it killed her, too. And having lost his father and his wife in a matter of months, your dad snapped. He had a new life’s mission which had absolutely nothing to do with raising you any longer. He had made it his goal to make the police’s lives as difficult as possible in retaliation, organizing violent riots and coordinated attacks on the most ruthless officers until he was caught and sentenced to life in prison after an assassination attempt on the chief. By the time you graduated you had nothing, no family, no home, nothing but your sorrows to remind you of all you’d lost at the hands of a corrupted police station that you could do nothing about. In the lawless wasteland that used to be your home, you were forced to learn how to defend yourself as no one else would. It had all set you up to walk down the same path as your father, having already been through several police altercations by the time Sergio stepped in to try and set you straight. With his guidance and care you managed to do just that, moving out here with him and his sister until you got a decent job and saved enough to live on your own. Still, you continued to hold a candle of loathing for law enforcement of any kind after the whole ordeal. 

“Moving away, it helped…” You exhaled, your voice having shrunk to something small through the duration of the tale. The moisture that collected in your eyes began to trickle down your cheek and you smiled bitterly at the table, digging your nails into the smooth flesh of your palms, “But that hate, that resentment for what they took from me, for everything they did to me… I just can’t let it go.” 

Leon was glad he’d settled his hands on either of his thighs under the table when you’d started, as it adequately hid the way his fists clenched firmly and his forearms began to shake with rage the farther on you went. And when those tears began to fall, he had to grab at the fabric of his pants to keep his hand from reaching out to wipe them away. He felt pure disgust over the struggles you’d been forced to face and it was difficult for him to keep in control of his emotions over it. He recounted the young wide-eyed Leon whose greatest dream was to keep people safe by working as a police officer in Racoon City, and how he failed to do so in an enormous way. To be able to save people like you and your family from the horrors that befell you, it was his greatest wish long ago. But he was a changed man now, a man who knew how unfair the world was especially to people full of goodness like you were. And yet despite it all, you smiled and you laughed like a woman who had it all, not a woman who lost it all. Despite this trauma you still managed to find joy while working to move on every day of your life. You really were strong, stronger than Leon could’ve ever hoped to be. 

When he’d managed to get ahold of his emotions, Leon slowly lifted a hand from his lap to place atop one of yours. It dwarfed yours easily as he squeezed down, hoping to bring you some comfort. “I’m sorry.” Was all the man could think to say. You used your free hand to brush away the last of your tears after a shaky inhale and wiped the wetness off on the napkin under your empty glass before placing it on top of Leon’s hand to squeeze back. “I’m sorry, too.” You began gently, gazing across the table at him from under your wet lashes with a complicated look on your face. “But dwelling won’t bring back what I’ve lost, so I try not to. Plus, I have a lot to be grateful for now. Sergio, Dita and…” Color touched your soft cheeks and your brows rose as your lips quirked up into a sweet and genuine little smile, “And you. So don’t be sorry.” 

Leon couldn’t help but smile back at this, at how beautiful you looked, at how beautiful you were inside and out. It had been a long time since he felt necessary to someone, having decided that his presence in people’s lives would only inevitably cause misery. But that smile and the way you held his hand so warmly… he hadn’t brought you misery. For the first time in a long time, he’d brought goodness into someone’s life and they had reciprocated tenfold. He couldn’t tell you of course, but he felt just as grateful for you too. So he made a pledge to himself to protect that golden heart of yours and keep you out of whatever trouble that loud mouth and hot temper got you into. He’d protect you, with certainty, and keep that light in you shining with all of his might. 

He found the easiest way was to meet with you regularly when his schedule allowed for it, the way your face lit up when he entered the bar was more than enough to wash away the exhaustion of each day’s grueling work and your presence was sorely missed whenever he needed to be gone for prolonged periods of time for missions but you were always there to welcome him back like he’d never even left. But as work became more demanding, and his superiors began to expect more of his personal time for them, he worried that your friendship would slip through his fingers as yet another thing the FBI had robbed from him along with his freedom. Leon was stuck between placating them and being there for you when it finally all came to a head. 

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“He’s late again today, huh?” Sergio remarked from behind the bar top after he must’ve noticed you staring at the door which hadn’t opened for a certain buff blonde bombshell since you parked your ass at your usual table. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth and quickly turned your reddening face away from your friend, tracing the tip of your index finger along the mouth of your half-empty glass. 

He was late… Leon had gone from dropping in at around 1 am every other day to skirting in once every few days at 2:30 in the morning if you were lucky. It was a complicated situation you found yourself in. It’s not as though you really had any right to be upset about it, you were just drinking buddies after all… And no matter how sneakily and subtly you tried to get Leon to divulge more about himself, namely what kind of career field he was in during the day, he would always find a way to slip out from under the target and spin the focus back onto you. It felt like he knew almost everything about you, and you… well, he liked whiskey. That was basically it. 

Despite this, you found Leon’s presence to be magnetic. There was a magic about him that hadn’t left you from the moment you two had locked eyes the night you met. Those tense blue eyes… There were hidden depths behind them that beckoned to you, and each time he walked through the front door of the bar you felt a flutter in your chest at the prospect of at last tearing down that wall between you. Yet the wall remained intact, there behind every slight smile and low laugh no matter how hard you clowned yourself out to break it. And you were content to keep trying each time you met up again at the bar in the hopes that someday… maybe… there might be room for more between you. 

You sighed and folded your arms on the table to rest your forehead on them and hide your face in the darkness. You knew how absurd such a thought was, someone like him wanting more with someone like you? You were just… drinking buddies, nothing more. He didn’t owe you anything, not his past nor a steady supply of his presence no matter how open you decided to be with him. So you resigned yourself to simply enjoy whatever he’d give to you, bolstering a big and boisterous personality when you drank together in the hopes of getting genuine laughter from him. And when it worked, you felt like you were on cloud nine! There was an ever present tension on his face that you wished you could permanently ease, and you felt that being the reason he could smile if only for a moment was more than worth it. You knew what it was like to carry baggage on your shoulders and even without Leon divulging it, the permanently disillusioned look in his beautiful eyes told you he had similar demons. 

The bells on the bar door jingled to life and you quickly shot straight up, too hopeful to even feign acting cool in the case of it actually being Leon. Of course it wasn’t though, that’d be much too simple. But your eagerness was caught very easily by Sergio, who silently perked a brow at you after sliding two napkins towards the couple that had just entered and sat at the bar. Ignoring the look he gave you, you grumbled to yourself and sagged back against your chair. Where was he? It was already 2:15 in the morning and, despite knowing Leon could easily take care of himself, worry began to gnaw at the back of your mind. “Maybe he’s busy again tonight?” Sergio offered casually after serving the couple their drinks and making his way back towards you, his calm tone very obviously an attempt to calm you down. It didn’t, of course, it only made you feel more antsy. So when the door opened another time to let in another complete stranger, you shot up impatiently and huffed out, “I’m going to go wait outside, I think I need some air…” 

Though there was a chance that Leon would simply not show, you figured the cool night air could help simmer your nerves and just maybe help you feel like less of a fool for trying to impress him. You were never really the type to dress up, always opting for the more comfortable option over fashion. Jeans and boots were your happy place, projecting a pleasantly “tough” persona along with the ring in your nose and the multiple piercings in each ear. You noticed it made people treat you with a bit more caution, as if these things alone indicated you to be a potentially dangerous person. You didn’t feel like a dangerous person, only ever escalating to violence when you needed to protect yourself or someone else from immediate injury or conflict, but if that was enough to get most people to leave you to your devices then you didn’t mind it so much. But that night… for some idiotic reason, that night you decided to wear a dress and heels in the hopes of perhaps prompting Leon to see you as more than just a drinking buddy. It was a mid length wrap dress in your favorite color with flowing short sleeves and a slit that ran up to the middle of your right thigh, secured at the side of your waist with a tidy knot. The garment clung to your curves salaciously, the neckline plunging down far enough to expose a suggestive amount of cleavage. The shoes you chose were black strappy sandals with a modest heel, you didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard… even though that’s exactly what you were doing . The fact that Sergio made no comment when you rolled in for the night was more than enough for you to know how obvious you were being with the gesture. 

After quickly smoothing your dress down over your body, you hurried down the bar top and around it to yank open the door and step out into the quiet night. There was a soft chill in the air that felt exclusive to the early morning hours that traced goosebumps over your exposed skin and a shiver down your spine. A gentle breeze batted at the bottom of your dress, sweeping the fabric back to expose the entirety of your leg before it settled down neatly once more. Your heels clacked against the cement walkway as you made your way to the vacant bench a few feet from the front door, cloaked in the shadow cast by the awning up above it. Right when you swung your right leg to cross over your left modestly and you began to cast your eyes across the parking lot did you notice Leon at the very back of the lot speaking to a group of a few well dressed men next to his black pickup. 

Your back straightened at the peculiar sight, having never seen Leon interact with anyone other than you and Sergio whenever he came to drink with you. Was he… in trouble? Your heart fluttered with alarm and you slowly, quietly, made your way closer. You were careful to focus your weight on the balls of your feet so your heels wouldn’t sound with each soft step you took, inching closer and closer until you could duck down next to a parked car only a few feet from the group while being out of direct sight. 

Leon’s front door was open and he stood about a foot in front of it, his back to you with his arms crossed over his chest. The group of four men in front of him looked… professional and intimidating. Each wore cleanly pressed black suits and stood tall, two with ear pieces standing firm behind the other two. The two men in the front were significantly older, both with bright hair and an authoritative countenance that made you feel small even just staring at them from afar. One stood with two large hands wrapped around the handle of a long wooden cane, poised and elegant with a well kept beard and his long gray hair gelled back with not one strand out of place. He held his chin high and stared at Leon down his sculpted nose, an air of superiority about him. The other stood with his arms crossed just as Leon’s were, small yet intense eyes fixed unmoving on the blonde behind a pair of frameless glasses. His short, snow white hair was styled neatly atop his head, looking positively displeased with the young man staring before him. Who were these people? And what could they possibly want with Leon? 

“Is this where you’ve been sneaking off to instead of answering our calls?” The one with the cane tsked condescendingly, digging the tip of his cane down into the gravel to create a divot, “You may drink to forget after you’ve finished the work that’s expected of you.” Your brow furrowed. Work? It was clear that these men had a substantial say over Leon’s career, but you wondered what line of work men looking like that would be a part of, especially with what you assumed to be bodyguards that stood behind them. If they were important enough to need protection, what exactly did Leon do? Your heart began to race inexplicably, something suddenly felt very… wrong. 

“And isn’t it convenient that the work never seems to end?” Leon responded with a slight petulance in his voice, unfurling his strong arms to begin stripping his leather jacket from his chiseled upper body. When it was off completely, you stifled a gasp at the sight of a gun holster that wrapped around his broad shoulders and down his toned abdomen over his tight t-shirt with room for two guns on either side. They seemed to be empty from where you were crouched down, but you’d never seen him with this holster on before nor would you have even thought to suspect him as someone with a need for such a thing. You watched vigilantly as he shrugged himself out of the holster, tossing it into his car by the open door. “If I entertained your every call, I’d never get a second to breathe let alone sleep.” The blonde finished with slightly less animosity as he squared himself to face the men again. The tightness in his sculpted jaw was visible even from where you were squatting. The tension was affecting you even by the wayside of the car in secret, your thighs beginning to ache from holding a squat especially in heels but you didn’t dare move for fear you’d make a sound and draw attention to yourself. 

“Leon…” The glasses-wearer began more charitably than his companion, sighing as he took a step forward to supportingly place a hand on Leon’s shoulder, “I understand the adjustment has been difficult.. . However, you show immense promise to be an invaluable asset to us. You agreed to our conditions per our… agreement, and we are in need of your work ethic to reflect this.” Conditions? Agreement? The situation sounded suspicious from the small details you were catching, and the longer you hid to listen the more confused you were getting. Wherever this was going, you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good…

“We’d like to be your allies, Leon, if you’d let us..” The man continued before withdrawing his hand from Leon, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pin striped suit jacket before falling back a step, “not your enemies.” The man with the cane straightened his tie with one hand before speaking more formally than before. “Agent Kennedy, your duty is to do as you're told for the sake of national security. There is no other option for you if this agreement will be upheld.” 

Agent? National… security…? 

Your heart was racing now and your mouth dried, a ringing in your ears muffling the rest of their conversation as your wide eyes locked onto Leon. It couldn’t be… this had to be some sort of sorry misunderstanding that Leon would surely clear up, right? Shakily, you got to your feet with one hand against the car you’d been hiding behind and the other balled up tightly at your side. One slow step, and then another, until you’d emerged from the shadows and stood at the edge of the large circle of moonlight that the men were gathered under. “Agent… Kennedy…?” You repeated trepidatiously, your voice wavering heavily as all eyes snapped to you. 

Leon’s heart practically stopped at the sound of your voice, and again when his eyes frantically fell onto you. The sight of you burned into his mind, the confused and alarmed look on your face made the man’s chest ache with guilt. Son of a bitch. You were never supposed to find out about this, especially not from someone else, and especially not from people as dangerous as Benford and Lansdale. They already held his life and Shirley’s fate in their hands, and Leon would be damned if he let them try to use you as a pawn to further exercise their control over him. His priority shifted to you immediately, as it always did when you were near him, and how to get you safely back inside the bar until he could properly explain himself. The bodyguards began to step in front of Benford and Lansdale alertly at the sudden presence of a stranger, reaching for the hidden rifles in their uniform slacks, but Lansdale waved a hand dismissively before they had the chance to wield them as if to say ‘This woman isn’t a threat’. Leon hazarded a soft step towards you, his hands out before him in a manner akin to someone placating a wild deer caught in a trap in order to free it, and his chest ached at the way you stumbled back a step instantly after. He spoke your name softly, firmly, hoping to convey enough gravity in his voice for you to understand that you needed to leave immediately. “Get back inside, now .” Benford’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard from behind him, “This is a private conversation between federal agents, what business do you have here?” If Leon wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve whipped around to glare at the CIA director venomously for digging the hole he was in even deeper. But he kept his eyes firmly on yours, every muscle tensed with urgency as he readied himself to do whatever it took to keep you safe. 

You heard nothing after ‘federal agent’, unable to tear your eyes from Leon’s as icy cold disbelief washed over your body. “You’re… you’re a federal agent? ” You croaked, completely ignoring the man who’d spoken to you. His handsome face grew fuzzy with the unshed tears that clouded your vision, and your breathing became labored as the shock settled in. One of them… Leon was one of them the entire time? He swallowed ruefully as he watched your heart break and your trust shatter reflected in the way the moonlight illuminated your eyes. 

“I, look– I know I owe you an explanation but I need you to listen to me and–” Leon began in a low and even voice, speaking slowly, successfully masking the feeling of his pounding heart thick in his throat growing more pressing with each second you stayed outside with them but you were quick to interrupt him with a growing ferocity in your hoarse voice as you took a step forward, “Is this a fucking joke? ” 

Emotions had taken over by then, tossing reason aside to fill the void with bubbling rage as you stomped your way forward. Red hot animosity seared through your bones as you advanced, your voice growing with each passing second and step. 

“This whole fucking time I– you knew , I can’t believe I TRUSTED you! Everything, I told you EVERYTHING a-and you sat and listened like you cared? Like you weren’t one of them the entire time?!” 

Betrayal… it felt like a spear launched straight through your chest, taking your heart out with it. You resented the feeling of your tears falling down your face, gritting your teeth as you launched yourself at Leon to bang your fists against his strong chest as your voice reached a fever pitch, “How DARE you!” 

Leon should’ve known to expect such a reaction from you, having seen that temper flare more than a few times at particularly unbearable patrons at the bar, but he’d never been on the other end of it before. For the first time in a long time, Leon felt helpless and it was stifling. He couldn’t blame you for your reaction, for your outrage at how he breached your trust by keeping such a vital detail about himself from you, but he knew you’d never have let him get so close to you if he’d been honest from the start. And now, as you expressed feelings that he knew were more than justified, he tried his best to grab hold of you by your forearms to limit your wild movements and hopefully in turn dull your outrage. Anyone in their right mind would’ve known such an attempt would only spur someone in the opposite direction, but Leon was desperate to calm you before something terrible happened. 

You ripped yourself from his hold immediately and easily, stepping back out of his reach as you spat hatefully at him while the tears continued to fall, “Don’t you fucking touch me! You, you LIAR! STRANGER! ” 

The word hit him hard and fast, and likely would’ve knocked the wind out of him if his superiors weren’t watching every second of the exchange. “ This is what you’ve been unavailable for? How… disappointing.” Lansdale spoke with a condescending boredom as he cast an uninterested look over your form, and Leon inwardly cursed at the way your furious gaze snapped over to the Director General after his comment. He was quick to step forward to draw your attention back to him, earnestly imploring you as his hands slowly reached for yours, “Please just calm down for a second and–” 

Your body moved on its own, stomping one foot forward to close the gap between Leon’s body and yours as you drew your right hand back and landed it meaningfully against his pale cheek, enough for the sound of skin slapping against skin to echo throughout the empty lot, “Don’t you DARE tell me to fucking calm down!” You practically shrieked at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your rage reached a crescendo. There was a stillness between all the present parties after this, Leon’s eyes fixed somewhere inside his car with his jaw clenched and his cheek reddened from your blow. 

“Young lady,” The man in glasses began with displeasure, withdrawing his hands from his pockets to cross them firmly over his chest, “Are you aware that assault of a federal agent is considered a crime?” 

Slowly, almost mechanically, you turned your head to glare at the older man as you clenched your fists at your sides. “You know…” You countered with an eerie chill in your voice, slowly turning your body to face him with your back to Leon, “I don’t recall saying one fucking word to you, so how about you mind your own goddamn business?? ” The anger inside you was working itself up again at the audacity of this stranger daring to chastise you for something that was of no concern to him. He simply perked his brow at your lack of manners, and you could’ve sworn the corner of his lip perked up momentarily with something akin to amusement. Did your fury entertain him? Your forearms began to tremble with how hard you were clenching your fists and digging your nails into your palms. The man with the cane laughed humorlessly, boldly taking a step towards you in a blatant attempt to instigate you. “Do you even know who you’re speaking to? How charming, to let your emotions get the better of you… Do you understand that we have the authority to drag you off to federal prison by that pretty little ear of yours? Hm?” 

The words that should’ve given you pause, that should’ve forced you to calm that feral temper taking over you only seemed to urge you forward on your tirade. This smug old bag of bones… He didn’t scare you, even though his threats surely should have. You laughed right back, bitterly, hatefully, extending your hands out on either side of your body as if you were inviting him forward. “I dare you to try and put your fucking geriatric hands on me, old man. Because I swear to God I’ll–” 

Swift hands gathered yours from behind and before you even realized what was happening, the oppressive presence of metal around your wrists was punctuated by several clicks. You blinked once and then twice before you realized that you’d been handcuffed from behind by Leon himself, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists together at the base of your spine firmly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You growled over your shoulder at him, rage sinking into despair when you found him pointedly avoiding your gaze. 

“Yes, what exactly are you doing, Agent Kennedy?” Benford asked Leon with a mild curiosity, sharp gaze shifting from the outraged expression on your face to the apathetic look on the agent’s face. Leon spoke with a monotonous disinterest that sent irritated chills down your back, “Neutralizing a potential threat to the both of you. My job, that is.” Your shoulders sagged, a single gust of wind dancing through your hair until your fringe fell over one eye. “ Fucking pig …” You mumbled, swallowing the tears that threatened to surface before laughing pitifully at yourself. There was no mistaking it now, there was no escaping the truth of the matter: Leon was a government agent, who’d chosen his job over you… what a sick joke. 

“And what will you do now, Agent Kennedy?” Lansdale pressed, stepping back now that you were unable to challenge him like he’d originally initiated. Leon responded professionally without missing a beat, “Remove her from the premises and ensure she answers for her offense against a federal agent, sir.” Leon’s words made you clench your fists and begin to lightly struggle against his hold, only making that strong hand clamp down around both wrists hard enough for you to wince and cease your resisting. This seemed to placate the old men, who nodded and hummed in an approved acknowledgement of the agent’s course of action. With their approval, Leon used his free hand to shut his driver’s side door and then tug you backwards until he opened the door to his backseat and began to usher you inside. 

Your heartbeat accelerated again and, rebelliously, you raised your left leg to bang your heel down against the side of the truck’s body and make it impossible for him to simply force you inside with one hand. The motion had your dress riding all the way up, exposing the entirety of your thick right leg, but you had little regard for modesty in that moment. With an irritated sigh, Leon released your wrists to grasp you by the waist firmly, drawing you close enough to him for that leg to drop so he could lift you off the ground and all but throw you into the back seat of his truck. You slid back with the force of it, bouncing once then twice before you landed with your back against the far door. And when you hurried forward to try and scurry back out, Leon slammed the door shut behind him and clicked the button on his keys to lock all doors. You were trapped… 

At first, panic crept up your throat and you released a revolted screech, kicking against the door with all your might several times until you’d worked yourself up to panting even though you knew there was no escape. And when the gravity hit you, that you were handcuffed in the back of a federal agent’s car after having assaulted said agent, you released a shaky exhale and wriggled until your back was against the seatback and you could rest your burning hot temple against the cool glass of the far window. The men continued to speak outside the vehicle but with all the doors closed it was intelligible, not that you really cared to listen in to what they had to say anyways. 

You wondered if Sergio would worry about your sudden disappearance, and guilt began to pour from you in the form of sudden and urgent tears that choked through your throat and had you gasping between sobs you tried desperately to keep as quiet as possible. It was your fault… all of it was your fault. You’re the one who implored Leon to stay that night, the one who insistently tried to break down his walls and urged him ever closer with each midnight meeting… If you had just let him go, slip wordlessly into the night as suddenly as he appeared in your life, this never would’ve happened… What a fool you were. 

The sound of the front door being unlocked was more than enough for your crying to cease instantaneously, prepared to die before you let any of them feel the satisfaction of watching you break in front of them. Leon slipped silently into the front seat of his truck and you turned your head in the opposite direction, setting your brooding gaze at nothing in particular outside the window as you dug your nails into the fabric of the seat behind you. You adjusted your restrained arms, angling the handcuffs so they didn’t dig as painfully into your lower back. The two of you sat in complete silence until headlights shone to light through the tinted windows of Leon’s truck before veering off behind you and disappearing, what you assumed to be the car his jackass superiors arrived in. And when they were gone, Leon started the truck and began to drive, pulling out of the sparsely populated lot and onto the even emptier highway. 

Anxiety gnawed within the depths of your abdomen and you wondered where exactly he was taking you. Jail? Prison? Or… somewhere worse? It didn’t matter, it’s not as though you’d speak up to ask him. Resigned to accept whatever would happen with your head held high, you simply watched the dark expanse of forest on the side of the road whip past you as Leon drove you further into the unknown. 

Forest turned to suburbia after what felt like an hour but was probably closer to ten or fifteen minutes, and Leon kept on driving without one word to you despite the heaviness between you. He seemed to make random turns, almost as though he was simply driving about with no destination in mind. The moon had long since hidden itself behind a rolling comforter of thick clouds, shrouding the early morning world in a thorough darkness no matter where the car turned. And almost too suddenly, Leon pulled onto a secluded road by the edge of what seemed to be a nature reservation before rolling to a stop and putting the car in park. The engine shut off abruptly, and goosebumps bristled down your legs at the tension between the two of you. You kept your eyes firmly out the window, not bothering to let them stray even for a moment. You were too afraid of what you’d see on his face if you did. 

After a silent eternity, the soft timbre of Leon’s voice cut through the night. “Have you calmed down yet?” He questioned slowly as you noticed a bit of movement in your peripheral before the low tone of the radio filled the background. This rubbed you the wrong way immediately and you once again clenched your handcuffed fists behind your back, gritting your teeth before hissing back hoarsely, “Fuck you, I don’t fucking talk to cops.” Leon sighed at this, a long and drawn out exhale before he hummed back a thoughtful answer. “Well… you’re talking to one right now, aren’t you?” 

The gall of this fucking man, it enraged you enough for you to whip your head to face him and glare at him through the rear view mirror. And when you did, your heart jumped in your chest to find his steely blue eyes already trained on you through it. They almost seemed to glow in the dark of the night, and the sight of them like this might’ve made you swoon if you weren’t so fucking pissed off. 

“You think you’re so fucking funny don’t you?” You snapped back, the muscles in your thighs tensing with a visceral irritation at the cavalier way he said it. “I bet it was real fucking funny to you, listening to how your blue brotherhood ruined my entire fucking life! Did you get a good kick out of it, out of watching me cry?” Your voice had twisted into something venomous, laden with condescension and patronizing false sympathy. You were working yourself up all over again, a cruel smile playing on your lips as you began to lean forward with the intensity of your speech growing. 

“I bet you felt like a big strong man detaining me in front of your friends back there, did one slap from a woman hurt your ego that fucking much? You tend to have sensitive egos, the lot of you, always quick to strike down anyone that bruises it for the sake of your own pride… disgusting.” Leon said nothing, simply sat and continued to watch you through the rear view mirror without moving a muscle. This angered you all the more for some reason, the most immature part of you wishing to get a rise from the man you’d put so much trust into as though his hurt would bring you vindication. It wouldn’t, you knew that it wouldn’t, but still you couldn’t stop yourself. 

“Nothing to say now, officer? Where’s the taunting, the superiority complex you all love to indulge when you’ve slapped the cuffs on and left us defenseless?? Don’t try to act better than that now, even your boss started having his fun back there before you went and ruined it! Don’t try to act like you’re not the exact same as those two were, getting off at the prospect of shoving me into a cell.” 

Leon’s brows slightly furrowed and lowered, something unpleasant flickering in his eyes before he responded at last in a strained voice, “...Don’t compare me to them.”

And it truly felt like Christmas fucking Day to see him affected by your words at last, that bitter temper of yours quick to dig your fingers into the wound with a resentful bite that shocked even you a little bit. “Give me a fucking break with this goddamn supercilious act. As far as I’m concerned, you’re three of a fucking kind.” 

Leon was so quick to rip open his car door and launch himself out of the vehicle that you’d hardly had the time to gasp by the time he slammed his door closed and yanked open the door to the backseat before grabbing for you. In an instant he’d tugged you forward by your ankle until you were laying across all three seats, your elbows bent with the way your hands laid flat trapped between your back and the middle seat, your hair splayed out messily. The metal of the cuffs dug painfully into your wrists and your back, so you arched your back to ease the pressure. Leon’s body dwarfed yours as he roughly climbed over you, one hand slamming onto the seat next to your shoulder while the other took a firm grip on your upper arm. His knees dug into either side of your waist tightly, holding you in place underneath him. There was a fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before, and your heart raced with fright at the furious look on his face. “I would never, never blackmail someone into doing my bidding by holding the safety of an innocent over their heads. We are not the same, not even a shred! I would blow my own fucking brains out the day I saw any similarities in me to them, do you understand me? ” 

Even though Leon was the one who had worked himself up as he growled out his vicious words, you found yourself struggling to catch your breath as he aired his anger down at you, blonde hair flopping down to obscure one widened blue eye as ragged breaths seeped in and out of his clenched jaw. It took you a moment to overcome the suddenness of his presence upon you enough to process his words, and when you did you felt a pit beginning to form in your stomach. You figured something about your face still read terror to him, because Leon took two deep breaths before releasing his grip on your arm to settle that hand next to your shoulder as his other one was, supporting his body squarely over you. It took a moment, but his gaze softened to something unexpectedly empathetic before he closed his eyes and let his face turn to the side slightly. 

“I never wanted to be a federal agent,” Leon confessed with a despondent sigh, “but I didn’t have a choice.” He explained slowly, sadly, how he’d found himself under the FBI’s thumb. Of how he too lost his entire family when he was young but, unlike yours, they were lost due to their involvement in criminal activities. Of how a cop saved his young life and inspired him to join the Racoon City Police Force at the ripe young age of 18 in the hopes of protecting people like him… people like you. He spoke about the tragic and traumatic Racoon City Incident, and how he failed to save more people than he could count. But of the few he did manage to help save, the FBI weaponized the safety of a little girl in order to force Leon into working for them as a member of the D.S.O or the Division of Security Operations. Leon couldn’t allow them to run tests on the young girl, and so he relinquished his freedom to become a weapon for the government in order to ensure her safety. 

“I was a cop back then,” Leon murmured after once again meeting your gaze with his own, pain hanging heavy on his handsome face, “but that man died a long time ago, along with my romanticized dreams of being able to help people… So if I can use this life of mine to protect at least one little girl, then I will.” 

You were struck speechless there beneath him, shocked into silence by a story that felt so familiar to you that it nearly took your breath away with shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered first, tentatively, as though you were checking to see whether or not your voice would fail you. And when it didn’t, you stared imploringly into his eyes and repeated it with a deep sincerity you hoped Leon could feel, “ I’m sorry…” You closed your eyes and chuckled shamefully at yourself, slightly shaking your head from side to side as you verbalized your thoughts, “I’ve been such a hypocrite… making up my mind based on my own preconceived notions, not even letting you explain before jumping to conclusions… I’ve been behaving in the exact way that made me hate cops in the first place and… I’m sorry.” Swallowing regretful tears, you tore your eyes open to lock onto his and continued, “I’m sorry for what happened to your family… I’m sorry for what happened to your city, and for all the horrible things I said to you because I was angry, and… and for slapping you. I never should’ve put my hands on you like that, no matter how upset I was. I’m sorry, Leon…” 

There was a tenderness in his eyes that sent butterflies into flight within your stomach, that made you feel forgiven before he even opened his mouth. “I never faulted you for how you felt about it all… your resentment was more than justified.” Leon sighed, “I owe you an apology, too. For keeping this all from you for so long. I’m sorry.” You exhaled through your nose and gently shook your head, one side of your mouth scrunching up into a sheepish grimace upon reflecting on your immature behavior, “It was probably better that you did… I would’ve pushed you away for it without hearing you out, like a child. And I would’ve lost the opportunity to know you.” 

And suddenly, everything felt back to normal. No… better than it had ever been before, with the levity of your drunken exchanges together coupled with this new deep bond that came from sharing the darkest parts of your lives with one another. Leon smiled softly down at you, familiarly, and you smiled sweetly right back. Only when you tried to reach for a slight itch in your side underneath your dress did you even recall the predicament you were in. When one of Leon’s brows perked up at your movement, a thought popped into your head that made you snort slightly. 

“Yes?” He coaxed in a jokingly cautious tone. 

You shrugged the best you could in your position, both of your brows raising before you answered, “It’s nothing, really. I was just thinking that… that cop in you may not be quite as dead as you think. You cuffed me pretty protocol back there, you know?” 

Leon stared down at you in amusement, the corner of his lips upturning in a smoldering smirk that made you unconsciously press your thighs together. “And how would you know? You’ve been put in cuffs before?” 

You scoffed incredulously, scanning his face for sarcasm and snorting again when you could find none, “Are you kidding me? Of course I have, those cops were pretty cuff-happy back then….” This made Leon’s face fall just a bit, and you hurriedly continued to steer the conversation elsewhere, “But I will admit that this is the first time I probably definitely deserved it!” 

Leon could see what you were trying to do and appreciated it at least, exhaling a soft chuckle before murmuring playfully down at you, “I hope you’re at least enjoying yourself this time.” 

You laughed breathlessly and shrugged lightly, the pain settling back in enough for you to begin squirming underneath him, “It’s, uh, a little painful in this position, I’m not gonna lie.” Leon cursed under his breath and helped you sit up on the middle seat, settling himself next to you as a chiseled barrier between you and the still opened door. You sighed in relief once the pressure was off of your wrists and watched quietly as he reached one large hand behind you to begin diligently massaging one forearm and then the other. 

“What’s that for?” You wondered aloud, trying to ignore the way his touch was starting to make you feel restless. “Stimulate blood flow,” He responded instantly, glancing at your face for a moment before looking back down at his work, “and prevent potential nerve damage, especially after being in that position.” You hummed in acknowledgement of his words, your breath catching in your throat as a shudder ripped through you. It wasn’t as though you were particularly cold even with the door still opened, no. It was Leon’s casual knowledge of something with the potential to be… suggestive , in the right context. He’d always come off as an incredibly intelligent man, but seeing it in action was starting to do something to you. 

Leon seemed to think you’d shivered out of the cold however, and extended his muscled left arm behind him to yank the door shut while his right hand continued to massage you. And all of a sudden everything felt… closer, like every brush of his calloused fingertips was infinitely more intimate now that you were hidden from the outside world and alone with one another. There had been a few times where Sergio trusted the two of you alone at the bar for some hours before returning, but the bar was your safe place. The home of your friendship, to some degree. Here, seated in the dark of his car with only the sounds of the radio warbling in the background, there was only the two of you. 

When he’d seemingly finished on your arms, you watched him lean over the center console to retrieve something. He sat back down and set his attention back to your wrists before the hold of the handcuffs disappeared with the click of a key in one then the other. Instantly, you brought your hands in front of you to rub one wrist and then the other and Leon got a kick out of the way you stared down at them like they’d been lost to you for weeks. 

Only then did Leon truly take in your appearance, and the sight made him silently clench his jaw. He felt like a fool for not realizing it before, he’d just been clouded with concern back in the parking lot to register what you were wearing. Though he felt a slight regret for handling you so roughly when his emotions got the better of him, he thoroughly enjoyed the effect it had on your ensemble. The skirt of your dress was riding up your lower body, crinkled and folded underneath you in a manner that essentially exposed the entirety of your curvy leg. Even in the dark, Leon could tell how smooth the skin there was and his memory flickered back to the feel of your ankle against his palm… soft as silk. One of your sleeves hung lower on your shoulder than the other, exposing the strap and a slight strip of the cup of your bra in addition to a tantalizing v of cleavage. With the way you were rubbing down your own wrists now in their newfound freedom, your arms pushed your bust up to slightly exaggerate the line there. Leon knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, but it was stirring something within him that made him do something slightly dubious. 

Metal rattled and clanked very suddenly and, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself handcuffed once more. They rested around your wrist more loosely than before, and since your arms were bent in front of you, there was no tension on your shoulders and upper arms. Though you were grateful for this, you still focused a perplexed stare at the restraints that had been removed only moments ago. “Leon! What’s the big idea?” You huffed incredulously at the metal things, noticing him pocketing the key in the peripheral of your vision.

“Maybe I enjoy having you in cuffs for me.” 

You snorted, sure it was another joke delivered with that dry humor of his as your eyes scanned up to his face, but you stiffened at the lack of humor to be found on his face. He was watching you thoroughly, practically predatorily with his built body leaned invitingly against the corner of the car where the seat met the door. With the low and deep chuckle he exhaled, you wagered that your face had grown as red as you felt it was. Leon had never looked at you like that before… or at least, you’d never seen Leon look at you like that before. 

“Do you?” 

Those two words stuck you like a flaming arrow, igniting a simmering heat from deep within that shocked you enough to jolt just the tiniest bit. The average person probably would’ve missed it, but Leon’s trained eyes seemed to always catch every move you made. At first you were flustered, caught off guard by both his boldness and the desire that had begun to creep up your body. 

“I-I— W-What kind of question even is that?? Of, of c-course not!” God you were lying through your teeth, so badly and unbelievably that you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him while you did it. Your eyes were set firmly at the space between Leon’s leg and yours on the seat and you held your breath as he silently shifted forward so your knees were now touching, yours completely bare. 

“For some reason, I’m having trouble believing that. How about an honest answer this time?” His voice had deepened to something unexpectedly sensual and you braced yourself as you noticed him lean towards you from the very top of your vision. A soft whisper of a touch ran up the side of your jaw, and you swallowed thickly as Leon tucked a loose wisp of hair behind your ear. You wondered if he could feel your thundering pulse against his finger, or if your skin felt especially hot to the touch. Slowly and firmly Leon lifted your head and forced you to look at him by your chin, and you hissed out a defeated exhale as meeting his gaze made you feel like a child being caught with a hand in the cookie jar. 

Your wrists fell to your lap and the metal chain between cuffs felt heavy against the gauzy fabric of your dress, fists clenched tight against your thighs as you summoned the courage to speak again under his watchful gaze. “And… what if I said I do…?” 

“If I heard you say it out loud,” Leon murmured, emphasizing his desire to hear the words leave your lips while trailing the backs of his knuckles down your throat to brush some hair away from your slightly more exposed shoulder, “I’d be willing to do some other things that you might like even more.” 

A wave of heat washed over you radiating out from the trail of his continued touch, overwhelming enough for you to bite down on your lower lip. His skin felt positively electric against yours and you wondered how it would feel against your more sensitive places… He was laying it on pretty thick, which was something that you never would’ve expected from Leon, but somehow the incredulity of it all had bolstered your ego. Yes you could simply admit what the two of you already knew, that the wetness between your thighs had begun to seep into your panties the second he launched his impeccable body on top of yours, or you could give him a little bit of grief. You deserved at least that for your troubles, didn’t you? 

“What makes you think that I would be interested in your o- ohh… ” You’d begun challengingly, the tiniest affectation of haughtiness at the corners of your voice in a way that you hoped would push his buttons in just the right way. And you had meant to conclude your sentence with ‘other things’, but as the first word left your lips you felt a feather light brush of fingers up your bare thigh that shocked you enough to rip an immediate gasp from you. When did his face get so close to yours…? You were mesmerized by him, the breathtaking blue of his eyes piercing through you had rendered you entirely speechless. 

Leon sighed with disappointment and removed his touch from you, leaving you cold and frantically wanting more as he turned himself towards the door. “I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t be making assumptions like that..” Your heart sank at the sound of the door handle being pushed open and he began to draw his body away from yours as if to leave the vehicle, pushing one broad shoulder against the door to open it, “Maybe I should just hop back into the driver’s seat and stop assuming , then.” 

Panic was seizing your muscles at the prospect of losing his presence, of his smell and his touch and his lips that felt too far for comfort. You weren’t proud of the way you jumped forward, reaching out both of your hands for his retreating body with little regard to the handcuffs and crying out desperately, “L-Leon! ” 

But the distance suddenly stopped growing between you and your eyes went wide at the loud slam of the door being shut again. And with Leon firmly back in his seat with both hands vacant, he grabbed you at your waist and used the momentum of your moving body to pull you onto him until your dress rode all the way up your hips and you sat with your thighs on either side of his lap. You’d jumped forward with more force than you meant to, enough for you to gently bump into him and trap your cuffed hands between your chests. One of his large hands left your midsection to slide around and press flat against your mid-back, trapping you flush against him. 

“You tricked me…!” You panted breathlessly at him, scowling despite the distinct heat radiating from your face. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” Leon rumbled back coolly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the place where your shoulder and neck met. His lips felt so soft and warm… goosebumps raced down your chest then arms. The feeling of his lips trailed upwards to press against the place between your ear and your jaw, lingering there before he hummed against your skin. “What’s holding you back from being honest with yourself, sweetheart? Your heart feels like it’ll give out if you keep denying this..” 

Your body sagged into his and you fought back a whimper as you let your face fall and rested your forehead against his shoulder. His hands felt so big against your body and the hot rigidity of his muscle toned body was starting to make your head spin with desire… Did you even have the willpower to keep pushing back against him? Leon drew you even closer to him, the hand on your back inching downward to slide you forward by your hips at the same time he flexed his solid thighs. You canted your head with a sharp inhale, brows knitting and fists clenching against his chest in a way that had him exhaling a laugh. When you leaned back a bit and your eyes opened again you found his genuine curiosity verging on concern that made you sigh and decide to be honest, with the both of you. “I’m scared… of what’ll happen after this, to us I mean. I don’t want this to be some slow burn that’ll fizzle out after we finally… you know,” You widened your eyes for emphasis, “ catch fire, pass the point of no return…” 

Leon squeezed your hip and held you still against him as he brushed his nose past yours, whispering solemnly into your cheek, “I won’t let that happen.” You smiled into his jaw at the gravity in the way he said it, like the possibility was something particularly undesirable, and continued, “And, to be honest… It’s kind of fun to draw this out a little.” This made Leon’s fingers press into you and he tsked at your insolence, driving his own hulking body backwards in his seat in order to free up more space to dip your upper body backwards in slowly. The shock of it made you jump back an inch or so as an instantaneous reaction with your eyes tightly shut. 

Had you opened them, you might’ve seen Leon’s tactical glance to the front seat’s headrest that was positioned behind you at a slight angle. And you might have seen the twitch in his thick arm a moment before he sprung into movement. The motion of it all was so fluid, the hand still cradling one side of your waist slipping between the newly formed space of your bodies to hook a thumb under the chain connecting your handcuffs. He drove his arm upwards, forcing your arms up and over your head then the headrest in two seconds as the hand on your back flew up behind you. Your arms were then yanked down and a sleek click just barely rattled against the chain before you found yourself stuck against the metal rod that connected the head rest to the rest of the seat. Your back pressed against the back of the driver’s seat, midsection stretched with the way you needed to wrap your arms around the headrest and lean your forearms against the body of the seat. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” You practically wheezed the thought aloud with how the speed of the whole thing knocked the wind from you, staring at Leon’s face with wide eyes and a sincere awe at how in the world he even managed it. Well, he was an FBI agent after all.. 

“Carabiner clip,” He hummed with a mildly smug smirk on his handsome face as he took in your fully restrained form and then replaced his hands around your upper waist with this thumbs stroking down your ribs, “Use it for my holster when I’m not wearing it… and now, for this.” Leon squeezed your sides harder this time, using it as leverage to press the firmness struggling against his pants flush against your searing hot mound that clung to the soaked fabric of your panties so thoroughly that you groaned at the way the action brushed the fabric against your clit. He leaned into you cruelly close, his breath washing over the side of your lips but pointedly keeping his skin off of yours, to coo at you. “I could make you feel so good angel, you just need to do what you’re told. Just admit it, let me hear it from those pretty lips…” 

The game was over. You knew it and Leon knew it, he had you exactly where he wanted you and you feared you might genuinely die if your pussy remained untouched for much longer. So with a whine of defeat that made him gently shush you, you swallowed your pride and gazed at Leon with imploring eyes that you fought to keep open when the truth babbled out of your mouth. “F-Fine, fine! You want the truth?? The truth is…” You exhaled a breathe of a pitiful laugh at yourself, “I was so fucking angry at you when you first cuffed me, incensed , but fucking god, you did it so smoothly and you touched me like, like you had every right to handle me however you needed to… like I was yours to be handled…” You flexed your fingers before clenching them into fists, a powerful shudder rippling through you, “Of course I enjoyed every second of it!” 

At last Leon’s lips came crashing down onto yours, firm and demanding and impatient as though he hadn’t started this infuriating game in the first place. He ate up every whimper with a husky growl of his own, nipping at the middle of your bottom lip and then swiping the tip of his tongue over the place directly after. One of his hands slid up to support where your back pressed against the seat and the other traced its thumb up the side of your arm to cradle the side of your face. God he tasted good, and the scent of him was inescapable as he one again ground the straining tent of his crotch against your ruined drawers. And when you parted your lips to moan earnestly into his mouth, he pulled away with a lazy yet indecent grin on his slightly blushing face. “There’s a good girl… that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Leon stroked his calloused thumb across the soft skin of your cheek and you turned your face into his touch needily, pressing your lips against his palm.  He bit his lower lip at the sight of this in a way that had your hips twitching with how powerfully your empty walls clamped down around nothing. You couldn’t take this anymore… “Leon… ” You pleaded in a crackling voice, moisture beginning to shine in your eyes. 

“I know, baby…” The pet name was only like pouring gasoline into the fire, making you shut your eyes tight and suck a breath in through your teeth. His right hand felt down your side until his pinky brushed against the knot of your dress and Leon was quickly rid of the tie, grabbing the loose ribbon and flicking his wrist to throw open your dress and expose your body underneath. He sat back straight in order to see all of you that he’d only ever been able to fantasize about in the past, running his tongue over his lower lip hungrily before he leaned back in to press his lips firmly against yours. His hands were on you instantly, battle-hardened fingers and palms sliding up your mostly bare body starting from your plush thighs. 

Leon squeezed the skin of your hips affectionately as his tongue found its way into your mouth and brushed against the side of your own before he dragged his fingernails up your bare sides. And when your skin was covered in goosebumps, he smoothed the pads of his thumbs over your raised hair follicles as if to enjoy the reaction he’d solicited from your body. The moment his thumbnails grazed the underwire of your bra, he followed the edge around and behind your body in order to make extraordinarily quick work of the garment. Not only did Leon unfasten the hooks with a flourish of his hands in a matter of seconds, he carefully unfastened both the straps from either side of the back band in order to rip it off you completely and toss it uselessly to the side. He was groping your breasts in an instant, rough skin grazing deliciously along the supple flesh at the edge of your areolas. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to get my hands on these curves from the moment I saw you.. ” He rumbled against your lips between French kisses. 

His touch was gentle at first with the way he tested the waters, taking diligent note of the way you sighed sweetly when the knuckle of his index finger brushed against the side of your already hardened nipple. And when he’s inched his hands upwards, enough to trap both nipples between his thick index and middle fingers to squeeze, Leon bumped his nose against the side of your chin to force your head back and your neck open for him. “Do you know what a distraction you’ve been for me since we met? You’ve been keeping me from doing my job, enough for the Director of the CIA himself to trail me and confront me for it.” He nipped up the side of your jaw teasingly and dragged his lips down the side of your neck before biting down suddenly, his hard teeth digging just barely into your tender flesh as he swiped the tip of his tongue along your pulsating jugular vein before he whispered into the indentations he’d made, “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“ I’m not sorry. ” You shot back resolutely despite the need that was beginning to touch your voice between ragged inhales, resting your head against the headrest and squeezing your eyes shut. This made Leon kiss his way down past your collarbone to the valley between your breasts that he continued to roll and ply in his warm hands. “Because…” He hummed against your skin before pinching your nipples between his fingers firmly and once again rolling his up against yours before dropping his right hand to drag his nails down your side.  “You’re an insolent ,” The feeling of his breath dropped to your chest, “ little ,” and the hand on your side groped its way roughly over your lower abdomen and the edge of your panties with a gaining urgency, “ slut who needs to be put in her place, isn’t that right?” 

Leon flattened his tongue and ran it up your nipple, ripping a warbly moan from you when the tip flicked against it and his lips closed around it to suck sharply. The slight nip he gave you there had you driving your hips down against his desperately and he used the movement to slip his fingers deftly under your panties. And when the tips of his fingers brushed over your positively soaking folds, the wet fabric clinging to the back of his hand and knuckles, he snickered and popped his mouth off your nipple. The hand still kneading your breast flew up to grasp at your jaw and wrench your face close enough for him to hotly whisper into your ear, “You really have no shame.” 

The tough skin of his fingertips slipped between your folds fluidly and dipped forward until they edged against your quivering entrance. Your lips parted to cry out in delight, god his fingers were so thick and rough and confident as they undulated against you… Trembling atop his lap, your hips twitched down in an involuntary spasm every time he just barely pressed inside of you with his middle and ring finger or each random time he ran his tongue across one of your nipples. You were panting now and perspiration began to sheen over your forehead, leaning into his touch each time you thought those fingers might delve deeper inside like you needed but suffering through frustration when he’d pull back just enough to keep them from entering. “ Fuck, j-just put them in already!” You hissed out impatiently and furrowed your brow as Leon straightened his back to look at you with lustful triumph in his eyes that had your stomach doing flips. “Well … If my girl needs me to put them in…” 

That look never left his eyes as the hand on your jaw inched upwards to take hold of your cheeks, drawing your face centimeters away from his as his fingers at last slid themselves into your depths. He watched you methodically, the way your brow wrinkled and how your pouted lips parted to whine when he stretched the digits slightly all the way inside you before drawing them back out. “Leooonn…!” You keened, struggling to keep your eyes open and on him when the consistent pumping in and out began. The look of satisfaction on his face alone had your walls clamping down around his fingers with insistence, but the sudden bumping of his thumb along the edge of your clit made your body arch helplessly. 

It was pitiful how close to losing it you were already but you were putty in the man’s hands, surging forward to try and catch his lips with your own. But instead of allowing you to lock him into a kiss, Leon leaned himself away with amusement in his eyes. “Not now, princess… I need to see that beautiful face for this.” And just when you thought you might’ve had a grip on yourself, his long and dexterous fingers curved inside you until they found that secret spot that made your eyes water and your moans come out in a jumbled fervor that made Leon bite the corner of his smirking lips. The second he found it, he worked his fingers in and out of you harder and deeper to ensure the tips of his fingers slid across it with each inward thrust that had your pulse thundering. Pleasure was roaring through you, throttling you straight up and up and up so quickly and firmly that your ears were starting to ring. The sounds of his sopping fingers working in and out of you coupled with the gentle patting of his palm against your smooth mound with each thrust was making your face burn hard… not to mention the way his rock hard body and muscled arm flexed with each movement. 

You chanted his name, your voice growing higher and squeakier the longer you went on and the closer to the sun you found yourself. Faster, harder, deeper, Leon was hurling you full speed forward and your cunt seized around his fingers eagerly clinging to draw him further with the pinnacle just an arms length away and when god your thighs were beginning to shake and that pressure starting to build you were helplessly dumbfounded when you found yourself empty and without his touch in a matter of seconds. You couldn’t even hope to hide anguish that viscerally rippled through your shuddering body, a frustrated tear trickling down your face as it felt as though your finish had been ripped away from you. And god didn’t Leon look satisfied with himself when he used his clean hand to wipe the tear away with his thumb, whispering over your lips, “That was for slapping me.” And if you weren’t so desperate, you probably would’ve laughed at the perfect timing of it all. He got you good, and you deserved it, but the only thought driving you was the need to feel his cock raking against your insides until you saw stars . So you just barely managed to stop yourself from bitching at him over it and instead shook your head urgently and croaked out genuinely, “Please, please, please , Leon… I-I can’t take it anymore…” 

Gently, kindly, Leon leaned forward to silence your pleading with a soft kiss. It was slow and passionate, his tongue tangling with yours each time your lips opened up for one another. His strong hands guided your body backwards by your hips to sit your plump ass against his knees. When you were secure there, his touch drifted down over your groin before vanishing from your body. The sound of fabric rustling was somewhere in the background behind your combined panting and your lips meshing together until the kiss was gradually broken. When your eyes fluttered open, you sucked in a breath at the sight of Leon unzipping his already unbuttoned fly to expose the tent that pressed up against his briefs. “Just hold on for me for a little while longer, sweetheart…” He exhaled with a slight gravel to his typically smooth voice, reaching underneath the garment to caress himself with whatever of your juices still clung to his hand after fucking you with his fingers, “And then you let me take care of everything.” 

Your eyelids felt heavy with lust as you watched his movements eagerly, so caught up with the hand in his pants that you didn’t notice his other hand slithering up to cup the side of your face. By the time your gaze snapped up to meet his, his thumb had begun to brush slowly over your lower lip, back and forth until the tip dipped inwards and you opened your mouth to press your wet tongue against the entire pad. Leon shuddered at the feel of your tongue against his skin and you snorted a breathy little laugh at the small victory, cut short rather quickly by the feel of something firm pressing against your thigh. You were suckling on Leon’s thumb between your lips when your focus fell downward, trailing down his strapping chest that heaved with heavy breaths and his hard abs that had begun to peek out the bottom of his skin tight shirt, until you stiffened. 

His cock, hefty and throbbing, laid out against the soft flesh of your inner thigh and the tip was already glistening with excitement. He grunted when you lightly bit down around the circumference of his thumb, and a bead of hot precum smeared a stripe against your skin with the way his hips jerked forward just a bit. Your hands flexed behind the driver’s seat at the sight of it and you yearned to feel it burning between your palms. You inched your hips forward the best you could in your position and Leon pressed his thumb down against your tongue before withdrawing it from your mouth completely, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to the coated digit. “I want to touch you…” You sniffled, squirming restlessly against his broad thighs and knees. Leon traced the index finger of that hand from your lips down your body and onto his in order to swipe the moisture on his thumb all over the flared tip of his dick, a patronizing glint in his steely eyes, “This isn’t about what you want, It’s about what you need. You really thought you could mouth off and still get your way?” 

He held the base of his shaft and you gasped at the weight of his hard on resting up against your twitching folds, your sopping wet panties acting as the only barrier between his skin and yours. Slowly, with so much control it made you nearly faint, Leon’s big hands grasped underneath your thighs to angle your hips up enough for him to rock his own hips forward and drag his pulsating cock up against your mound. You squeaked out a mostly silent sob at the feel of his length sliding upwards until the base pressed flush against your clothed entrance and the rest of him twitched and tapped against your clit, your desire reaching a fever pitch. His breathing was growing more ragged at the sight of you like this for him, with that sharp tongue of yours silenced into a compliant submission that made him throb. “You’re gonna take what I have to give you, do you understand me?” You nodded quickly, your own excitement oozing out of your pussy and more completely saturating the thin layer of fabric between you and Leon. “Yes yes yes, I understand, I promise-! ” 

Fuck, you sounded so sweet and so good for him that Leon couldn’t bare the thought of going without you squeezing the life out of his cock for much longer himself no matter how much enjoyment he got out of teasing you. There was so much more he wanted to do to you, but the urgency for more was affecting the both of you in an overwhelming way. If he could, Leon would’ve drawn this out for hours…. Working you up to indescribable highs before letting you fall just before the summit, until you cried, until your begging got so intense you lost the ability to string coherent sentences together. His cock flexed at the thought of his tongue diving as deep as possible into your messy little cunt until you became boneless for him, of being able to lose himself in your surely intoxicating taste…. But his desire to please you won out over his desire to be cruel to you no matter how alluring your big watery eyes were when your climax was ruined. 

So, carefully, Leon used one finger to peel your panties to the side of your puffy lower lips and hold them there. Slowly, Leon worked the underside of his dick back down against your bare pussy until his thick tip prodded against your pulsating hole at the perfect angle to begin sinking himself inside. A wavering moan creaked out of your tensed throat and the blonde sighed out in pleasure at the feel of your tight walls beckoning him in further. Centimeter by centimeter his impressive length stuffed into you and stretched your insides in a way that made your voice crack into silence. And despite the way his drooling cock urged him to snap his hips forward, Leon maintained a perfect composure until he gradually fit every inch of himself inside of you and held there. “Mmn… That’s my girl…” He rumbled affectionately, a noticeable tense in his attractive voice as he raised the hand holding your panties aside to slip his large fingers through your hair and brush it back from your face. 

The way he angled his hips forward into you had all but forced you to arch your back sharply and dig your shoulders into the back of the seat. You couldn’t think, you could barely even breathe as each slight movement with every exhale had blissful sparks singeing all the way inside of you like flint striking against steel. Though the back of his truck was roomier than the average vehicle and gave enough space for you to rest onto him like this without being cramped, your bodies were still forced close enough for him to be hilted inside completely. He was nestled so firmly inside of you that he didn’t even need to hold your hips up with a hand under your thigh, letting your trembling legs rest against either side of his lap, the angle of your body keeping you from pressing your knees into the seat. “And how’s that feel…?” Leon purred haughtily as he leaned ever so slowly into you, the movement digging the tip against that spongy sensitive spot inside you. 

“Sofuckinggood…!” You practically sobbed without pausing between the words as shudder after shudder ripped through your body, digging your nails firmly into the head rest that you were holding on to for dear life. Leon’s hands held tightly onto your hips and he began to effortlessly lift you up inch by inch. The throbbing veins dragged against your walls so gratifyingly that your toes curled against your shoes and you clenched down around him as though your body couldn’t stand the thought of losing his intrusion even for a moment. And when just the very tip was still stretching you, Leon fluidly both guided your hips back down onto him and rocked forward in a heavy thrust to fill you up again. Every bit of you was shaking like a leaf with the overwhelming sensation of him stuffing back into you until again his tip knocked against your depths. 

There was no possible way to verbalize the pleasure ricocheting between your nerve endings as he groped his way down until his hands grappled onto your ass, using it as all the leverage he needed to lift you and drop you down onto him with impeccable control. Before long he was fucking you in earnest, one hand sliding around your body to support the sharp arch in your back. The rhythm had your supple flesh rippling and your breasts jumping along with the impact. The noises being jostled out of your throat really were shameless… Enough for Leon to hiss out a “God damn, baby… ” before he trapped your quivering lips with his. He ate them up and answered them with his own husky grunting the further he bounced you on top of his dick, losing himself in the wet schlicking of your skin slapping against his. 

Fireworks stirred in your loins and the waves of heat that radiated out towards your limbs were only amplified by the way you suctioned to his thick length. He was doing all the hard work, easily manipulating your body exactly how he wanted to in order to shove himself in as firmly and as harshly as he could in every snap of his hips, but it felt too fucking good for you not to stutter your own hips forward to meet his the best you could. You felt Leon’s lips curve up into a smile against yours before his deepened voice muffled into your mouth, “That’s it…” You shut your eyes to hide the way his velvety voice had them rolling back into your head, tightening your arms around the headrest to find your own leverage and grind your crotch down just so that you were bumping your g-spot insistently against the slit of his cock head. You keened again and bucked into him as a tightness began to wind up in your abdomen, your lungs burning with the rapid pace of your breathless gasps. 

Leon picked up on the change instantly and paused for a moment in order to solidify his hold on you by both ass cheeks, nuzzling his perspiring forehead against your own before panting over your lips, “Brace yourself, and…” He carefully began to rise from the seat enough to hitch your back flush against the back of the driver’s seat, your arms being pulled taught by the angle of your caught wrists, supporting your weight by flexing his muscular thighs and taut abdomen that he leaked forward against yours to whisper in your ear, “Give me a good one, gorgeous.” 

With that, he began to snap his hips up into yours at a merciless rate, driving himself as deep into you as possible while keeping you in place against the seat. The power of every sharp thrust spearing straight through you was enough for your voice to go from helpless to downright frantic in a matter of seconds. He buried his face into your neck and his body moved with an almost automatic quality, hitching his thick calves against the edge of the seat to piston himself in and out of you at a breathtaking pace. And with this leverage he was practically pummeling against that sweet spot so hopelessly that you were screaming his name by the time your vision began to speckle with black. His bruising hold on your ass halved as one hand flew up to roughly grab the top of the headrest between your restrained arms, the frame of the hefty truck creaking along with the force of his movements. There was nothing to do but toss your head back and let him hurl you towards that place he’d ripped you away from before. 

Your muscles sang as pure heaven undulated through your quaking body, your insides squeezing firmly around his rock hard intrusion as though it had always been fitted to it before they spasmed and fluttered through wave after wave of bliss. Your ears were ringing, your heels digging into his lower back as your entire body arched up into him. Nipples brushing against the sleek fabric against his shirt, the feeling of his hot breath washing over your neck between huffed out praises, you genuinely feared that you’d pass out with the new heights that this man had throttled you to. But just when the edges of your vision began to grow hazy and your eyes began to overflow, the quaking slowed and you found your breath again despite the thundering of your pulse. 

Leon worked you through it diligently and passionately, gradually slowing his hips to still once the spasming stopped. When it did, he slowly lowered himself back down onto the seat and you straight back down onto him without his still throbbing length ever slipping out of you, murmuring your praises all the way. “Good girl … You did so good for me, baby…” He used the strength of your climax to take advantage of the daze it put over you, placing countless kisses over your neck and your shoulder as he held you still with one hand on your back and reached his other hand upwards. With his thumb, Leon held open the hinge of the clip and used his index finger to hook under the chain to your handcuffs and guide it out. Gently, he maneuvered your hands up and over the headrest before tugging them down behind his head so you had your arms wrapped around his neck and your mostly bare body pressed right up against his clothed one. You could at last dig your knees into the seat on either side of his thighs and were free to move on your own.  And when the movement stopped, an aftershock clamped down around his cock that was still pulsing and swollen and now coated with your fluids. You were struck by the man’s control, having held steadfast and unweakened through the duration of your insides wringing around his cock in the most amazing few minutes you’d experienced in your life. 

Once again, Leon pressed his forehead to yours and committed to memory every lovely bit of your blissed out face. No longer needing to suspend you against him, his hands roamed downwards to grope the soft flesh at the backs of your thighs before speaking in a much more tender tone than before, “Can you give me another one, sweetheart?” The way he said it with such a polite deference, he had given you the reins completely and you knew that if you were to say no that he would immediately withdraw despite the urgent flexing of his cock inside of you when you squeezed your still sensitive walls against him. Bumping the tip of your nose against his, you bit your lower lip at though it would hide the impish smile that you just couldn’t help with his labored exhale at the feeling of it. “How about you give me one instead?” You tensed your forearms against his shoulders to brace there and slowly went about rolling your hips down tight to his, sparks still flying from the remnants of your orgasm. 

Leon hissed out a breath as he let his head tilt back a few inches at the sensation of you working up to riding him, his hulking arms coming to wrap protectively around your back before impatiently jamming his mouth against yours. Though both of his eyes shut intensely, you enjoyed the view of the soft pink that had settled on his cheekbones and across his chiseled nose as you worked yourself down on his cock in messy circular motions. His tongue slid eagerly across yours and your mouth vibrated with very genuine moans verging between muffled compliments and your name, you tangled your fingers in his silky blonde locks and squeezed hard enough for his back to arch into you. It was hard to differentiate what wet noises were your unceasing kisses or the sound of your hips driving down against his faster with each passing second as that familiar feeling started to accumulate and tug at your haunches. With one hand still holding firmly onto his hair, the other slipped under the collar of his shirt and dragged your nails as far down his sculpted shoulder blades that the handcuffs would allow. God he felt like a slab of granite underneath your fever hot fingers and his skin felt like heated marble against them when they glided across. Leon had been previously doing a good job of keeping himself flat against the seat and letting you move however you wanted for him, but he quickly began to squirm underneath you and started to buck up from underneath you. 

In this position, you were positively enveloped in him… his smell, his touch, his taste, and the sinful sounds he was making as he lost himself in the feeling of you, you were quickly losing yourself, too. The harder you bounced yourself on his lap, the louder Leon became in your lip lock and heat swirled in your abdomen at the feeling of his cock start to curve with how hard it was. And when you rocked yourself back, dragging your crotch down against his solid lower abdomen at just the right angle to get your clit to rub meaningfully against the muscle there, you threw your head back with a wanton sigh and released his hair to wrap your arms tightly around his neck. Over and over you snapped your hips down to punch against that spot that hadn’t yet recovered from the last time, and you put in effort to squeeze down extra hard every time your body mashed down against his. His already rigid body grew tauter and tauter, his voice growing louder in time with the increasing urgency of his rough grinding up into your sopping wet hole until he forced out a cracking groan and slammed you straight down onto him. 

The helpless sound of his voice coupled with the molten warmth that had begun to spill up into your seizing depths was more than enough to bolster you over the edge for a second time as the two of you held onto one another as tight as you could. You slowly rode yourself through your earth-shattering finale as Leon coated your insides with rope after rope of his release, panting and whining along to his euphoric babbling about how good you felt around him and how soft you were in his hands. The both of you were breathing like you’d completed a marathon by the time he’d emptied himself out into you. There was no effort to move from either of you as it trickled down and started to spill out of you, Leon cradling your boneless body as he pecked your heaving shoulder and whispering sweet nothings against it. And after what felt like an eternity, you shakily unfurled your arms from around his muscular neck and mewled at the feel of his satisfied length being withdrawn from you and at last leaving you empty. Your trembling hands adjusted your panties quickly to keep from making a mess on his seat (though Leon didn’t seem to care at all, you wanted to be considerate) and you shuddered at how cold the wet fabric felt against your thoroughly used heat. 

After Leon tucked himself back into his pants and straightened himself out, he gently plucked the key from his pocket to free you from the cuffs at last. Having unrestrained movement felt pretty weird after so long but you were more than grateful to be rid of the damn things, no matter how hot you found the situation. His hands diligently went about helping you redress yourself, smoothing his hands over your sides when your dress was back on. “I think it’s about time we got you home.” Leon murmured as he watched a yawn ripple through you, tucking a lock of your messy hair behind your ear before opening the door and stepping out. He took your hand and helped you to your feet, chuckling when you found yourself unsteady the second you touched the ground, leaning against his solid body until you had your bearings and could stand alone. 

Fuck it was late, a good hour after the bar closed and you hoped that Sergio hadn’t gotten worried after you disappeared. You told Leon to just drive you back to the parking lot, to let you drive yourself back home instead of making him go out of his way, but there was little room for debate in the authoritative way Leon glanced at you as another yawn ripped through you. You rode back in the passenger’s seat, Leon’s fingers twined with yours on top of the center console as you talked about nothing and everything the entire way back. And when you guided him to the outside of your place, he parked and brought the back of your hand up to press a firm kiss there. No part of you wanted to say goodbye to him, sure that if you left the car the magic would disappear and you’d find yourself waking up to the best dream you’d ever had. Sensing the discomfort you were feeling, Leon leaned in to press another kiss chastely against your lips. Then another, and one more before he knocked his forehead into yours. “I’ll be gone for a bit, on a mission across the country… but I swear to you,” He looked meaningfully into your eyes, trying to assert the gravity of his words, “that I’ll be back as soon as I can. Back to you . Okay?” You nodded wordlessly, squeezing his hand and choosing to believe in him instead of the voice of doubt that nagged at the back of your mind. And after one more soft kiss that had you buzzing, you said your goodbyes and watched Leon disappear from your window. Memories of the night floated dreamily through your brain like scenes from a movie as you reluctantly showered the night’s events and subsequently Leon’s scent from your exhausted body. As soon as you crawled into bed, you were lulled into a much needed sleep. 

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It had been two weeks since you’d last seen Leon that night, when it took all of your strength to let his hand go not knowing when you’d see him next, and his absence had been weighing on you heavily. Too many times had you fallen victim to suave men who said exactly what you wanted to hear in order to get what they wanted from you and, in the blink of an eye, vanished upon their success. Of course it hurt every time, but you’d resigned yourself to the feeling and tended to lean into this expectation any (rare) time you did open yourself up to the possibility. None of them really meant anything to you, at least not like Leon did… 

You were shameless about the way you went to the bar every single night in the hopes that he’d walk into that door, from midnight to as late as you could handle for the only familiar face you were greeted with to be Sergio and occasionally Perdita. You’d tried as hard as you could to hold onto hope, to believe in Leon and what he’d sworn to you, but each passing day weakened your resolve until you found yourself sitting at the bar top and staring sadly down into the cup of your mostly finished drink. Could he have really just been like all the rest? Was it possible that the sincerity you’d seen in his crystal eyes was all just a well-executed act to bed you and move on with his life? It wasn’t as though you had much to offer him aside from what you’d already given him, the memories always quick to send hot butterflies straight between your thighs no matter where you were when they hit you. And if he really was gone, how could you even begin to move on from him? Was there even anything to move on from with how open ended the two of you left everything? 

“Refill?” Came Sergio’s naturally peppy voice, spoken with a carefree smile as though you couldn’t see the clear concern in his eyes. You shrugged like you didn’t care either way, like you hadn’t been drinking away your sorrows all night with your arms folded onto the wooden counter. Your old friend poured you a glass of water and you scowled at him despite your having shrugged dismissively at his offer, but took a sip of it anyways. Of course you’d told him about… most of what had happened that night when you came the next day to retrieve your car and got an earful from the worried barkeep, but he very clearly filled in the details almost immediately.  “Thanks.” You offered, a downtrodden affectation to your voice that made the man sigh and hunker down in front of you to squeeze your forearm supportively, “Maybe you should take a break from this place, mami. I don’t think it’s good for you…” You knew he wasn’t wrong, having not missed a single night here since then, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to give up on him yet despite the heaviness on your chest at the reality of his words. 

You groaned loudly and shoved the water to the side of you, slapping your forehead onto the backs of your forearms and complaining dramatically and drunkenly in the dark that your arms cast around your face, “Nothing’s good for anyone anymore, we can’t even microwave popcorn anymore or BOOM, cancer!” Sergio snorted a dismissive “ Uh huh…” to placate you before excusing himself to the back room to pick up the ringing landline, leaving you to your misery. The bells on the door chimed to life but you were too busy self loathing to even bother looking up at it, knowing the hundreds of times you’d done that the past two weeks had been useless anyways. He wasn’t coming back and you just had to accept that… 

Heavy footfall neared where you were seated and you inwardly hoped that whatever stranger had just come in would have enough sense to not sit right next to you when the rest of the counter was vacant. But instead of the scrape of a stool down the line from you, you felt a firm and familiar hand covering your shoulder to squeeze down over your jacket. 

Your heart skipped a beat and, slowly as though you were afraid to have your hopes dashed all over again, you raised your head and turned your head to peek over your shoulder. When you did, Leon’s lips caught yours and the hand on your shoulder slid its fingers into the hair at the base of your skull to keep your face pressed against his. One cheeky swipe of his tongue traced along your lower lip before he released his hold on your hair to cradle the side of your jaw. “Sorry I took so long..” He whispered longingly, guiltily over your lips before he released you and pulled the nearest stool close enough for his thigh to press right up against your own when he took a seat. From just a simple series of touches your body was alive once again, shaken from your fortnight long stupor by just being in the dreamy man’s presence. And when he turned his body towards you, one massive hand reaching down to squeeze possessively and affectionately over your knee, you blinked back happy tears that threatened to make themselves known otherwise. “Did you miss me?” 

“Jury’s still out.” You hummed back, the dryness to your delivery making Leon slightly shake his head with incredulous laughter that subsided as he squeezed onto the inside of your thigh less firmly than before. “ I missed that smart mouth of yours, among other things…” He rumbled truthfully into your temple in a way that had your eyes drifting closed and your lips betraying yourself by pursing into a serene little smile as you responded, “Alright, maybe we missed you, too. My mouth and I, that is.” You opened an eye to glance up at him suggestively at this, snorting a laugh to find his brows already drawn up with the same sort of expression on his face. 

“Drinks on me?” Leon murmured before taking another taste of your lips, spacing out his fingers on your leg so yours could slide over the back of his hand and squeeze down with your own fingers in between his. You perked a brow and smirked down at his mouth, before tilting your chin up to cluck into his ear, “Better be. You’ve got a lot of drinks to make up for, Agent Kennedy.”