All strings detached - Leon S. Kennedy

*Chapter 12*

I crack my knuckles as I finish the training, just watching all my trainees doing what I taught them "Are you done here?" Leon asks, standing in the doorway "Why of course, Mr. Kennedy" I smile, taking the gloves off my hands, putting it in the bag "Finish up, you guys can go" I yell to which they all slowly leave past Leon and Me. I lean next to him "watching me train, are we?" I huff "I mean, I wouldn't be able to resist me either" I add to it before walking past him "What are you doing?" He scoffs, holding onto my wrist "Nothing, what do you mean?" I act oblivious, I know exactly what I've been doing, talking and acting so seductively, it's just that every minute of the day I miss his touch, crave it to be exact. "The things you've been doing all day" I see him take a deep breath as he lets go of my hand, has it really been working, I've not been doing that much, have I? I chuckle, turning to walk into my locker room. I fail to hear the door close behind me, so I turn around to see Leon holding it open. He closes it behind me and walks up to me, cupping my face with his hand and pushing his lips onto mine, making me trip backwards by the intensity of the kiss. I smile into the kiss, my arms around him as I return his advances. "You manage to drive me crazy at work" he whispers on my lips lifting me onto his lap as we sit down on one of the benches. His hands all over my body again, just where I wanted them. I unbutton my blouse, taking it off, my lips back on his as we hurry to undress. I could feel his bulge under me and I could feel how wet it was between my legs. I needed him, but here? I sigh, moving away for a second "We're at work" I mumble. His hand on my cheek, thumb tracing my lips "No one's going to come in, it's locked" he looks into my eyes, my breath unsteady. "Fine" I chuckle, pushing myself against him, as our tongues entangle again. 
My hips grinding against his, heavy breaths as he pushes my panties aside, lips on my neck making me feel sensations on my skin that only he can make me feel. "Amber?" He whispers onto my neck, leaving me sighing "Yes?" he slowly lifts my hip slightly with his hands "You want me this bad?" he traces my stomach down with his fingertips, gently but with so much lust "just look how wet you already are" he pushes himself inside, moans from my mouth "All your fault" I stammer, my arms around his neck, our faces close to each other. "Good" he places small kisses onto my lips before guiding my hip up and down. I squint my eyes for a second, forgetting how deep he could reach as I moan more "sshh, don't be loud" He whispers, the only way for him to muffle my sounds by pushing his lips onto mine as I move my hips up and down, trying not to make a sound inbetween the lustful kiss we share. His hands keep guiding me, gripping onto my hips ever so softly, yet with so much grip. I stop our kiss to look at him, there was no doubt that I was still in love with Leon S. Kennedy, and there was no doubt that all of this was going to end when I leave. I move to kiss down his neck, yet after all, this was only my way of hiding the tears rolling down my cheeks, I loved every second of this moment too much, too much for someone who only wants to stay friends. "I missed you leon" I mumble "Hm?" He asks, he didn't hear me "Nothing" I smile, lifting my head up to look him back in the eyes after quickly wiping away the tears. He puts his hand on my cheek, letting me move my hips on my own, it was most definitely harder, but it let me adjust my pace, my hips move faster, almost like they do it on their own, my pleasure faster than my mind. "Fuck Amber" he curses again, it makes me smile again, he does it everytime, cursing my name. I push my lips onto his again, going faster and more steady, ready to come to my limit, his arms around me as we do so. 

All my clothes back on, I tie my hair up so no one notices how unkept it must look after this while he buttons up his shirt again. He goes through his hair with his hands, he just keeps proving to me how good he looks. "Tease me more often if this is how it ends" Leon jokes, buckling his belt again "Funny, I just hope no one noticed" I laugh back. He goes towards the door "You coming?" he asks, pushing down the door handle. My heart beats, but why? Something didn't feel right "Wait" I say, grabbing onto my arm, I knew exactly what didn't feel right "There's something I need to tell you" I say, looking down onto the floor, why can't I look him in the eyes? He walks back up to me "Are you alright?" He asks, putting his hand on my shoulder, I look aside and at it before looking up  to him "I lied, HQ did call me" His facial expression changes as he nervously looks around the room "What did they say?" He asks the moment his eyes meet mine again "I've got the job" I say, watching as his hand lowers from my shoulder "When?" he looks at me "When are you leaving" he puts his hands in his pockets "Next month" I mumble "I'm happy for you, I just don't know how to act right now" he tries to give me a smile "guess this is where I've got to tell you something aswell" I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms "Unless Chris told you" I shake my head, no one seems to tell me anything anymore either "We'll be gone for a few weeks, well, I am and Chris will follow up" I bite the inside of my cheek nervously "When? How long?" I try to figure out, I wish I didn't care as much anymore, everything would be so much easier "Tomorrow, a month" I take a moment to think but when it hits me my heart aches "That means" I start "Yea, it does" I take a few steps away "When were you going to tell me?" I stammer between grabbing onto my chest "I didn't think you'd be gone when I'm back" he tries to explain "Amber, just friends, remember?" He reminds me, my hands shaking as my heart shatters once again because of us. I nod "Just friends" I walk past him and out of the door, Hands over my face as the tears won't stop coming. I thought I had another months with him, more time with him, more talks with him, more moments with him. He stops me outside "Don't just run away again" he says "what does it matter, this is the last I'll see of you" I turn around, tears streaming down my cheeks "Why for once can't you contain your feelings, stop loving me" He almost yells, the wind blowing the front streaks of my hair. "I wish it was that easy, sorry it was for you" I cross my arms "No, that's not what I meant" I shake my head "No, I get it, goodluck on your mission" I turn to walk to my car. His hand meets mine "I'll meet you at the airport, I promise" He says, I turn my head, looking back at him "I mean it, I'll be there to say goodbye, so don't treat this like our goodbye" he tries to reassure me, I take a deep breath, trying to contain my feelings as told "Okay" I can't get more out, instead I open the door to my car and make my way home. If I would've stayed, I couldn't guarantee the things I'd say.