A long, erotic chapter. Enjoy.

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They know what will happen when they get to his place. They don’t know who will make the first move.

Leon’s arm is around Jill’s waist as they walk up the street. The moment in the alcove is over, and he’s leading Jill to his apartment. It hasn’t stopped raining completely; a light spray is falling, and the humidity of the night is bringing in a fog. Still buzzed from the alcohol, he’s concentrating so hard on getting them back to his place that he’s gone quiet. Several taxis slow down as they pass and honk, hoping to pick up a fare, but neither of them has any money, not after putting so many drinks between them away. Leon was afraid the walk would dissipate the mood, so he decided to put his arm around Jill to remind her. It’s affectionate, but it’s throwing off their stride - his legs are longer than hers, so they keep bumping into each other. Despite the awkwardness, neither of them wants to let go.

Jill doesn’t know her way around these streets. She doesn’t live in the city. In fact, she doesn’t live in any one place; she’s given up on the idea of having roots of any sort ever since Raccoon was destroyed. She’s surprised Leon rents a place so close to the disaster. Then again, she doesn’t know how long he’s been here, or how long he plans to stay. It’s little questions like these that begin to nag her. They remind her that she’s about to make love to someone she barely knows. Jill starts to think of a million reasons why they shouldn’t do this. He’s younger than her; he might get attached; someone might get hurt. The feeling of Leon’s hand on her hip, though, is too comforting to ignore. Every time she trips on her own boots, he’s there to hold her up.

They arrive at the apartment building Leon calls home, and he lets go of her to fish his keys out of his pocket. Jill looks up at the haze that has settled on the streets. Amber light is cast onto parked cars from the street lamps; raindrops glisten on chrome finishes. The mood is sombre. And yet, for the two of them, there’s an electricity that’s building in the air. Jill tries to picture what Leon’s apartment looks like. She anticipates the ultimate bachelor’s haven. It’s more than likely the place is untidy and disorganized. Leon has already stated he’s single, so there’s no need to impress anyone. She’s used to the idea, so she prepares herself for the worst. Leon successfully takes his key out and opens the front door of the building. They head to the elevator and get on. Leon calls for the 16th floor. And they wait.

There’s a moment, while they’re standing together in the elevator, that they look at one another. They’re both amazed by the warmth found in each other’s gaze. Here they are, strangers, even though they’re connected by the same infamy, with one past just missing the other. Yet both are determined to enjoy themselves, and enjoy this night. Leon leans over and kisses the top of Jill’s head. When she leans against him, he collects her with one arm and brings her close. A melancholy feeling comes over her. Their one night together is just beginning, and she can already feel it slipping away.

They arrive at the 16th floor step out of the elevator. Leon walks ahead of Jill so that he can get the door for her. Jill is wary of nosey neighbours. It’s late, but she can still hear some people stirring. She wonders if Leon is close to them at all; if they come out of their apartments and see the two of them disappear into Leon’s unit, will he be quizzed on her identity tomorrow? No one, however, can be bothered to poke their heads out at this hour. Leon opens the door at the end of the hallway and turns to her. “It’s a little messy,” he warns.

“That’s fine.”

And they step inside.

Jill is pleasantly surprised - she doesn’t know what Leon was thinking, but it isn’t messy in the least. Sure, the small kitchen table is covered in papers and there are a couple of empty beer cans on the coffee table, but other than that it’s relatively ordered. Leon was wrong; the windows were, luckily, closed and locked before he left. They take off their shoes and stand in the doorway; neither of them moves. Embarrassed, Jill looks down at the interlocking hardwood floors. She thought about being the bold one on the way over. Now that the time has come, she finds she’s too shy to make a move. Leon glances over at the kitchen. “Do you want a drink?”

“Just some water, please,” she says quietly.

Glad of the distraction, Leon heads to the fridge. Jill watches him go; no longer near the heat of his body, she immediately wishes he’d come back. So she follows him into the kitchen and watches him retrieve a glass from an overhead cupboard. He puts the glass down on the counter, and when he turns around she’s standing right behind him.

It’s all the incentive he needs. He pulls her to him, turns her around, lifts her up onto the counter, and starts kissing her. She feels his hands as they move up and down her back, over her hips, down her thighs. He moans softly. She can taste the beer on his tongue and holds him closer. She kisses him back with full, moistened lips, her tongue searching for his, her breath building in urgency. Leon’s hips press against hers, sending her a message loud and clear; he wants her wet and ready for him. Jill wraps her legs around him, feels him hardening against her, and moans in frustration. The feel of him stiffening through her clothes is exquisite. She’s longing for his lips and tongue and skin, but all she has is the rough material of his jeans as they rub against her. The thin, pink panties she’s wearing are getting damp. She wants him to take off her clothes. “Don’t keep me here,” she murmurs.

“Huh?”

“Don’t keep me here.”

He chuckles, doesn’t understand what she’s saying. “I want you,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Not here. Not on the counter.”

“Oh,” he says, finally understanding. “You don’t want it here?”

“No.”

“Where do you want it?”

Jill smiles as Leon moves from her lips to her ear.

“Not here.”

He can guess where.

“In my bed?”

“Yeah...”

“What do you want me to do to you in my bed?” he asks, an impish grin forming on his face.

Jill shakes her head.

“I don’t know.”

“You trust me?”

Jill can’t bring herself to say it out loud. Instead, she nods. “Good...” he whispers, pressing against her again to let her feel what he has in store. “... you’ll like my bed...”

With one strong arm, he scoops her up from the counter and carries her down the hall.

Jill closes her eyes and loses all sense of direction. Leon moves through the hallway with her in his arms, so used to navigating the way to his own bedroom that he can do it even while kissing a stranger. Jill’s face flushes pink when she realizes she’s in the arms of a younger man who’s more than willing to be the guide, the one who is listened to. She hasn’t been in this situation before, and even though the gap is only a couple of years, she still finds it scintillating. The more she thinks about it, however, the more nervous she becomes. The thought of having to give up control to this man is terrifying to her. Though clothed, she can feel his strength between her thighs, and knows that once he takes her over the threshold and into his bed, that same strength will enter her, surround her. She’s not sure she can relinquish her fears. When Leon puts her down again, she opens her eyes and takes a look at the modest room. Leon’s arms are around her. His smile has faded; he’s not looking at her. His face is serious, concerned. “Jill?”

“Yeah?”

“There something you wanna tell me?”

Jill’s stomach skips. She’s afraid it’s already come to an end.

“I don’t know...”

She feels his hands slide down her lower back, and realizes what he’s referring to.

“You’re armed,” he says.

“I’m always armed.”

“I have to disarm you,” he murmurs. She nods. “You understand...”

“Yeah...” she says.

He nods too. Slowly, he reaches under her jacket, slides his hands up to the holster she’s wearing across her shoulders. His fingers wrap around the cold, steel handle of one of her pistols. Jill holds her breath and listens as Leon unfastens the leather strap and takes the gun out of its cradle. She bites her lip as the metal brushes against her skin. He removes the pistol, holds it out to one side, and with one flick of his thumb, disengages the clip. It lands on the rug with a dull thud. His lips press against her temple and whispers, “Just in case.” Jill nods as his other hand finds the other gun in the second holster. As slowly, as carefully as before, he takes it away, removes the bullets and let them rain down on the carpet. Jill watches out of the corner of her eye as Leon tosses both guns onto the floor. She looks up at him hungrily.

“Your turn,” she says.

Leon smiles and lets go of her. She puts her hand on his lower back and guides him to the wall. He puts his hands up on it. She taps his ankle with the side of her foot, and he spreads his legs. Her hands are strong as she runs them beneath his jacket, over his chest, over his back, up and down his sides, down his legs. She knows exactly where the weapon is. She wants to feel his body before he can feel hers. She finds a magnum in the holster across his shoulders, and a large knife. She removes the bullets and tosses the gun away, but keeps the blade. She reaches around and puts it against his chest. “Take off your shirt.”

“Put that away,” he says softly

“Take your shirt off, Leon.”

He reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head. From behind, Jill sees his toned back and narrow waist. She presses against him, opens her mouth, runs a wet tongue between his shoulder blades. Leon turns his head and speaks to her over his shoulder.

“Give me the knife, Jill.”

“Take off your pants.”

He chuckles. She’s difficult to reach.

“Not until you give me the knife.” Jill glances at his profile in the darkness, his chiselled jaw line. “I’m harmless,” he assures.

“Right.”

“I am, I promise.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a magnum on you.”

“You had two Glocks,” he says, amused. “If I didn’t know any better...”

“Take off your pants.”

He sighs. Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and slides out of his jeans, leaving his shorts on. Jill bites her lip. She reaches around him, her hand smoothing over his taut stomach and coming to rest on his bulge. She starts to massage him through his shorts. Leon’s head falls back. His hand covers hers, and his fingers tell her fingers exactly how he likes to be stroked.

“Give me the knife, Jill,” he says, his voice husky and low. She doesn’t answer. He’s reached his fullest, and she’s speechless. “Give it to me...” She shakes her head. Her hand continues to fondle him; it feels incredible. Nevertheless, he turns around. Jill holds the knife in front of her, unable to let it go. Leon grows serious again. “No weapons,” he tells her. “Okay? No weapons now.” Jill doesn’t move, even though she understands.

He reaches out, takes the knife from her, and lets it fall to the floor. It’s a weight that he’s lifted off her shoulders.

Grateful, she looks him in the eye and gets down on her knees.

Leon lets out a deep breath as his shorts are removed. One of Jill’s hands cups him and the other grasps him firmly. He moans and watches himself disappear between her lips, leans back against the wall as his legs get weak. Jill closes her eyes and runs her tongue along his sex, tasting his manhood. He’s sweet, as she thought he’d be, and he’s strong as only someone like him can be. She’s still clothed, still safe, but he’s naked and allowing himself to be taken by her mouth, her hands. She slows down the pace; he moans in delicious frustration. Her lips are getting wetter, her tongue circles him with a determined cadence. He won’t let himself come. He puts a hand on the back of her neck and gives himself to her with full, controlled thrusts, his grunts stifled in an attempt to remain a gentleman. He’s losing the fight. “Fuck...” Jill peers up at him. He catches her gaze. “... fuck...” he says again, closing his eyes tight and arching his back. Jill’s never seen anything more beautiful.

Leon opens his eyes and puts his hand beneath her chin, smooths her hair out of her face with the other. “Come here, sweetheart,” he says, easing her up from her knees. She stands, and he stoops a little and kisses her, clutches her belt to keep her from leaving. Jill melts into his embrace, feels as much of his skin as she can. Leon pulls her shirt over her head; she burries her face in his neck as he continues to strip her, unbuckling her belt and helping to rid her of her pants. She stands perfectly still, unable to take part in her own seduction. She’s back to hiding, back to keeping a part of herself away. Leon notices, but doesn’t mention anything. He doesn’t want to make her nervous. He leaves her bra and panties on, takes her hand and leads her to his bed. He sits down and collects her in his arms, brings her close so that she straddles him on the edge of the bed. His hands brush over her soft skin. He gently cups her breasts in his strong hands and lays his cheek against her chest, nipping and kissing her flesh. Jill holds him, leans back so that his mouth can roam over as much of her front as possible. Leon doesn’t need to see the clasp of her bra in order to unhook it. He slides the pink straps down her arms and takes it away, tossing it lightly into the corner. His tongue finds her nipples, and he licks and sucks them eagerly. Jill sighs and holds him, puts her hands through his hair. Her hips begin to circle; he can sense that she’s slowly lowering her guard. “Touch yourself,” he breathes into her chest as he kisses her.

“What?”

He looks down at her pink panties, lowers his hand and begins to stroke her with his thumb through the silky cloth.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Jill smiles; she tilts her head and looks away. Leon grins devilishly. “You’ve never tried it before? With someone watching?”

“No,” she says as his thumb finds the perfect spot.

“I like that,” he confesses, catching her gaze again. “Will you do that for me?”

Jill moans softly. He reaches up and takes one of her hands from his hair, kisses her open palm, licks her first two fingers. “Like this,” he says, tucking her hand into her panties and guiding her fingers to replace his thumb. “Show me where you like to touch yourself...” At first Jill is timid as she feels her own naked skin. But his voice, his eyes, and his hands give her permission, cajole her into pleasuring herself while he watches. Leon leans back on the bed as Jill dips her fingers into her own body; she moistens and massages herself, her wrist moving faster and faster, and Leon lets out a happy sigh. “There?” he asks.

“Yeah...”

“You want me to touch you there?”

She nods. He takes hold of himself, starts to stroke as she shows him where she likes it. “With what?”

“Huh?”

“What do you want me to touch you with?” he asks, requesting an answer.

“Your mouth,” she murmurs, mesmerized by the sight of him masturbating for her.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to go down on you?”

“Yeah...”

“Lick you there?”

“Yes...”

“Put my tongue inside you?”

Jill arches her back, enjoying the details of his designs. Leon chuckles when he sees she’s getting off on his coaxing. He sits up again, puts his arm around her, and they move to the middle of the bed. Leon kisses Jill as her hand retreats. Slowly, he moves down her body, pulls off her soaked panties with both hands, parts her legs and wets his lips. Jill moans as Leon begins to make love to her with his mouth. His tongue swims over her delicate skin, his lips open and close steadily, his fingers trace her. He moans, and his voice travels up inside her, teases her sensitive flesh with strong lips and a wet tongue. Jill writhes against the bed sheets, enjoying the sensation, but feeling guilty as well. Nothing has ever felt like this before. She wonders what she’s done to deserve it. Leon presses her legs wider apart, and his tongue travels lower and lower, until he’s licking a part of her that is seldom pleasured. Jill’s eyes open wide in shock; she gasps, grabs handfuls of sheets and squeezes. Leon doesn’t relent; he charms her into relaxing again, into letting him break so many of her taboos. She has no choice but to submit to his whims. He doesn’t let her come.

He brings himself back up and looks Jill in the eyes again, blue eyes sparkling even in the darkness. He takes hold of himself, runs the head of his sex up and down her quivering flesh. Jill moans and grabs hold of his shoulders, digs her fingers into his solid arms, waiting for him to take her. In this moment, she lets herself think about who he is, his past. This man, whose embrace is firm yet gentle, has ultimately been trained to kill. He has an extensive knowledge of combat and weaponry, has successfully completed mission after mission, received high accolades for his bravery and his ruthlessness. And here he is, naked, soft spoken, willing to take her to the edge and beyond. She closes her eyes as he whispers in her ear, pictures a man whose very presence, for some, is cause for alarm. The juxtaposition is bittersweet. “You’re beautiful...” he says, and she pictures him throwing a punch. “... sweetheart...” he murmurs, and she can see him firing a gun at a legion of enemies. “... do you want me now?” he asks, and her eyes are shut tightly, her mind is filled with him running, kicking, causing damage, covert operations, monsters... “Jill?” She doesn’t answer. He looks down at her, and instantly recognizes what’s going on. “You have to let me in...” he says simply, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “... let me in, Jill...”

Jill lets out a whimper. “... you have to trust me...” She opens her eyes again. He’s there, waiting for her. “Trust me,” he whispers. Her body is tense. “I won’t hurt you... you have to let me in...”

“Leon...”

“... you have to let go...”

Jill doesn’t want to tell him she’s scared. “... let go...” He nips at her earlobe, tries to charm her. “... let me in...”

“Leon...”

He can tell he’s reaching her.

“... I’m gonna make you come, Jill...”

“... shit...”

He nods.

“... it’s gonna feel good...”

Jill moans as he resumes stroking her with his length. “... I’m gonna make you come with everything...”

She feels like she’s melting. “... my hands... my mouth... my cock...” She reaches down, starts to rub herself again, bucks against him. He smiles. “... that’s it...” he says. “... get nice and wet for me...” Speechless, Jill has no choice but to comply. All other thoughts melt away. They’re replaced by what’s here, what’s now.

Nothing else matters.

Leon watches as the last wall falls away. He inches closer, and in a moment, glides deep inside her trembling body.

Leon can’t help but groan as her heat surrounds him. He fights his instincts and rocks gently on top of her, feeling her breasts press against his chest. His arms scoop her legs around his hips, and he rolls from side to side, trying to get deeper. Jill moans as he fills her, as his mouth opens and his voice rings out in steady, grateful grunts. He puts his hands on either side of her, props himself up on his elbows, delivers himself to her over and over again. He hasn’t been laid in a while, and he’s trying not to give too much too soon. To his delight, Jill’s face is awash in lust. This is what she’s been needing for some time; a handsome young man to strip her, kiss her, fuck her. Someone blonde, with full, smooth lips, blue eyes, and an irresistible laugh. She hears this laugh when she starts to wriggle beneath him, when she spreads her legs wider, lifting them up and placing them on his chest so that he can drive himself deeper still. This is what turns him on the most, this shameless rutting, this wordless begging for more, for faster, for harder. His efforts to remain stoic have been admirable. Now, however, Jill wants a tiger, but she’s too shy to ask for it.

His thrusts become more and more intense, his voice grows louder, drowning out her soft whimpering, urging her to let go. She watches him take her more furiously, every muscle in his body poised and defined. He hears her restrained moans and switches gears, no longer content with straight thrusting; he begins to grind, to stir his manhood within her. He takes her hands in his, pins her down, her legs slide off his shoulders, and he touches his forehead to hers. “... let me hear you...” he begs. “... let me hear how good it feels...” Jill moans louder. He smiles, nods. Her eyes are closed, but she can tell he’s enjoying her response. “... that’s it...” His legs strain, his fingers weave through hers tightly. “... don’t be shy...” She arches her back, her head falling into the pillow, opens her mouth and lets another desperate moan escape her. “... don’t be shy, sweetheart... let me know it feels good...” The fantasy blends into reality; she groans shamelessly, her legs and thighs gripping him tightly. It’s then that he finds the perfect spot, hits it again and again, and this time he knows she’ll let herself enjoy it. The trembling grows in intensity, in heat, in passion, and before he knows it she’s moaning steadily, calling out his name, her body quivering as he sends shivers of delight right through her. She shudders and gasps, helpless and thankful, squeezes his hand, feels him squeeze her back. He watches her come, satisfied that he’s brought her here, taken her to this place. His smile fades as she settles into the mattress, exhausted, unable to speak. He takes hold of one of his pillows, brings it close, lays it next to her. She opens her eyes as he kisses her again, knows exactly what he has in store.

He urges her over, onto her stomach. Slowly, gently, he penetrates her, in the very spot he was licking not too long ago.

Jill’s body relaxes, and Leon begins riding her with ease. He brushes her hair out of the way and nibbles the back of her neck, grateful that’s she’s letting him do this, and his voice begins to build once more. “... thank you...” he moans, gripping her hand again. “... thank you...” His eyes close, his head falls to the side. He starts to stroke her head, her hair, smoothing it this way and that. Jill lets out a breath, conflicted by the pleasure, by the pain. The more she hears him, however, the safer she feels. Soon she’s whimpering again, and he’s grunting and taking as much as he can, as tenderly as he can. His hips buck forward and back, he puts his arm around her waist and brings her with him, his palm flat against her taut stomach. She hears his flesh against hers, thinks of how his ass must look like as he thrusts inside her. Naked legs and tangled together, naked feet run up and down his calves; his breath is hot on her shoulders and back. He’s losing control; her body, her voice, her muscles tight and her flesh tense, he can’t stand it anymore. His mind shifts; all he wants now is to come. “... Jill...” he grunts. “... I have to...”

“Yeah...” she says, anticipating his request, knowing where he must be.

“... I have to come...” he says, to make sure she knows what he means.

“Yeah...” she says again.

“... can I come now..?”

“Yes...”

“... let me come now, sweetheart..?”

“Yeah...”

He pulls out as gently as he can, strokes himself to keep the momentum up.

“Turn over,” he pants desperately, and she obliges, eager to see just how beautiful he can be. She watches as he straddles her and prepares to share this most intimate act. He arches his back, eyes closed, mouth open, and comes on top of her, ardently covering her breasts with his passion. Jill reaches up and holds his hips steady as he loses himself, as he grunts and cries out her name, as he works to release everything he has within, for her. The moment lingers, even as his orgasm subsides. Neither of them has ever felt like this before.

He eases down next to her, brings her close to him, holds her against his chest. She closes her eyes and listens as his panting dissipates and his breath returns to normal. She runs her fingers up and down his back lightly to comfort him, to tell him it’s alright to relax now. He sighs, kisses the top of her head. “Thank you...” he whispers.

“God...”

He tilts her chin up and kisses her lips. He chuckles when he sees she can’t think of anything to say.

“You okay?” he asks. She nods. “Sure?”

“I’m... overwhelmed...”

He laughs again, holds her tighter.

“You’re overwhelmed?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you like that?”

“Mm-hmmm.”

“Me too. Guess you know that, though,” he says, looking down at her chest, and now his own.

“Guess so,” she agrees. They giggle happily.

They don’t speak for a while, choosing instead to caress each other, to lay in the afterglow. Their earlier banter has no place here, in this room. After a long, quiet moment, they realize the night has come to an end, and they’ll have to say goodbye in the morning. Their stomachs skip. Leon looks into Jill’s eyes; her hand reaches up and cups his face, and he does the same, brushing his knuckles along her cheek. Their touches soothe the impact of knowing what lies ahead.

Tomorrow, they go back to being what they are; heroes, who ultimately work alone.

Since all they have left is tonight, they decide to make the most of it.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Leon asks.

Jill grins.

“Surprise me,” she murmurs.

He smiles.

“Alright."

They close their eyes, and fall blissfully asleep.