All strings detached - Leon S. Kennedy

*Chapter 10*

I lean against the sink, looking down into it, thinking back to the moments in the bathroom. Shivers are sent down my spine, i brush my fingers across my lips, how many times is this going to happen? Us not talking for ages and then getting back together through moments like this? I brush my hair over one side of my shoulder, breathing in and out, I wish I didn't have to leave it there. I look at myself through the mirror, my face flushed, breathing unregularly. His hands on my hips, i look down to my hips, I can feel his hands like they are still there. My thoughts get interrupted by the doorbell, who's coming over? I can't remember inviting anyone. I sigh, pushsing myself away from the sink, walking towards the door as I tie my hair together with the hair tie around my wrist. My eyes slightly widen when I see Leon standing in the doorway, gloves on his hands "I came over after work" he says, hands in his pockets "I can see that, why?" I ask, noticably flushed, thinking about the thought I had of him just now "I think we should really talk, about what happened" his eyes look me up and down "You mean when we almost had sex in the bathroom of a restaurant on Chris birthday?" he looks at me in shock, shoving me inside my own apartment, closing the door behind me. "Yes, that" he replies, sighing as we walk into the living room, he looks into my eyes "What about it?" I smirk "Looks like I'm not the only one that can't stop thinking about it" he remarks "It was a shame we had to stop" I lean against the wall "So, what's there to talk about?" I add, opening my hair, throwing it over my shoulders. He puts his hand against the wall next to me, leaning towards me. The blood is rushing through me, I need him to know how much I want him, but I just can't get myself to say it. His hand trails to my hip again, goosebumps rise on my skin, biting my bottom lip "Nothing to talk about.." he says "Words can't show the things I want to do to you" I look up at him, trailing down his shirt towards his belt "You should show me then" I say, trying to use the most seductive voice I can, If he doesn't do anything now, I might go absoloutely crazy. He pulls me in by my hips, his lips on mine faster than I can think about it, my hands on his cheek, kissing him back as longingly as in the bathroom. I push his jacket off his body, followed by me taking off my own shirt, I reach for his belt, trying to blindly unbuckle it "Not so fast, Amber" He , lifting my chin up to look him in the eyes "I want you, Leon" I say, begging at him with my eyes, he smirks. His lips are back on mine, pushing me towards the couch. I breathe heavy against his neck as his fignertips play on my skin, interrupting me as I place kisses down his neck, my hands buried in his hair. The meaning of all of this? I had no idea, all I knew was that I could never, ever let Leon S. Kennedy go. "You want this, 100 percent?" He brushes the hair out of my face, is there anything else I want more than to have him, feel his touch, feel the way I used to feel? No. "Yes, more than anything" I reply to which he completely frees me from my clothes.
My hands in his hair, grabbing hard as his head is inbetween my thighs. My minds in the sky, his hands grabbing onto my thigs pulling me closer as he gets me closer to climax, his name slipping my tongue whenever he uses his perfectly on me. My eyes close, taking in all of the sensations I am able of feeling "Leon, If you keep going" I stammer inbetween moans, giving him signals but he doesn't stop, instead he just goes more intense, I can't keep myself contained, my body is tingling, my heart is racing, not even moans coming out of my mouth, just loud and heavy breathing, tears in my eyes as I come to my climax. He leans over me, his hand on my cheek "I'm not done with you yet" he grins, his hand trails to his belt, unbuckling it. I watch him as he does, going through my hair. I lean back up, supporting myself with my arms but he pushes me back down, pinning my arms over my head, I use my eyes to tell him how much I want him again. He turns me onto my stomach, automatically i push my ass up, pushing it at him "Fuck, Amber" he curses, I want him cursing at me more "Please take me, Mr. Kennedy" I sigh, looking over my shoulder at him, I watch as he lays his head back. He grabs onto my hips, slowly entering, almost teasing me. I moan longingly, trying to get him to go in completely, I can hear the grin on his lips "Beg" he commands, I bite my bottom lip, taking a deep breath "Please fuck me Leon, I can't take it anymore" I beg, until he pushes himself in all the way in a fast manner, thrusting deep into me as one of his hands holds onto my hips, getting a good grip, making it possible for him to go hard on me. My stomach is full of butterflies and my head is in a different world, no one compares to the way he makes me feel, the way he feels inside of me, no one compares to him. I can hear his heavy breath, his voice cursing out my name as his movement gets more intense. I burry my head in the pillow, muffling the noises of my pleasure, grabbing into my couch, containing myself. His movement never fails to impress me, the way he knows how he has to hit, how fast he has to go to make me lose my mind. He pushes my ass closer to his hips in a sudden move, grabbing harder onto me "Leon, fuck" I moan loud "I can't handle this any longer" I mumble "Then don't" He remarks, sighing as he thrusts harder, making me lose grip onto the couch, my hair falling into my face, no one has ever made me feel the way Leon S. Kennedy has. One last thrust and we both climax, fast breaths, his hands slowly letting go of my hips, the sound of his belt buckling back up. I turn around onto my back again, looking up at him "Is this what we're going to do?" I laugh "What?" "No strings attached" I reply, covering myself up with my arms, he scoffs "First off, Don't cover yourself up, not in front of me"
I lower my arms at his remark, blushing "Second, who says we can't be friends.." "With benefits, i guess?" He adds, I laugh "It's just like back then, huh?" "I guess so"

He helps me up, handing me my shirt which I put on "So, what now?" I ask as I put the rest of my clothes on, tying my hair up again "What happened in the past 6 months?" He asks, leaning against the couch "Not much, really" I laugh at his blunt question "We're friends now, friends talk, right?" He asks, sitting on the armrest of the couch, I nod, fiddling with my fingers "It's nothing Important, I don't think it's going to work out anyways" I try to speak around the point of something I haven't told anyone yet, he raises an eyebrow at my words, confused, trying to get me to tell him "Now you got me interested" I tighten my ponytail and fix my shirt "I've applied to work at the headquarters of the BSAA, which is in the UK" I say nervously, scratching the back of my head, waiting for a reaction "That's, wow" He chuckles, looking around "Far away?" I ask, grabbing onto my arm "Yeah, but if it's what you want, that's amazing, I hope they take you" I look at him, a small sting in my heart, why did I expect more of an reaction? I can never make up my mind, how selfish of me to want him in pain over this, just so I can feel the satisfaction of knowing he still cares for me like that? "It'd be a good opportunity to be completely away from all the mission out here" I've connected too many bad things with it, too many horrible memories, things I wish I didn't have to endure. "Chris doesn't know?" He asks, leaning towards me "He's the exception, he recommended me" I look as he drops his gaze for a second before looking back up again "He'd be dumb not to and they'd be dumb not to take you" He stands up, taking his jacket "You're leaving?" I ask, putting my hands in my pockets "I just remembered, I've got somet things to do" I put my head to the side, scrunching my eyebrows for a second "Sure thing, I guess I'll see you" I give him a small wave "Call me if you need anything" he opens my door as we stand in the hallway "I'll be working at stratcom for the next week anyways" he adds before saying goodbye and leaving. I take a deep breath, god, it was like I was holding my breath, suffocating from looking at him, meant in the best way possible. 
I walk towards the shower, ready to think about too many things, too many futures.