A/N: Again, this html business will kill me, I'm certain. Anywho, I'm thinking of including a bonus chapter, but I might just keep it unless people want it. If that's the case, just let me know and I have no problem emailing it and all it's raunchy glory. But now for something completely different.

The Morning After

Sunlight tinged the insides of his eyelids red, rousing him slowly from what felt like a coma. As he sat up, the throb of a headache greeted him. He rubbed his bleary eyes with a hand and looked around the room. The early afternoon light lit up the unfamiliar room and uneasiness roiled in his stomach. This was definitely not his apartment. A small groan sounded next to him, surprising him. A soft hand brushed his side lazily and he immediately recognized the woman’s face.

“Mmm…Leon…” She moaned sleepily, her cheek nuzzling his other hand still against the sheets. He looked down at Claire in dumb shock.

What the hell…? What happened last night…? His thoughts were jumbled as he tried to recall the previous night’s events, his headache making it a difficult task. Then he realized the headache was actually a minor hangover. The night’s events came rushing back at this sudden realization.

Claire had emailed him several times when he had come back to America and had invited him out with her and Chris, seeing as how they hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. He didn’t drink much, but she had insisted and he had wanted to see her again. After a long drive and several wrong turns, he had found the siblings and after being out for nearly three hours, it was like they had never been separated. Things had gone well but towards eleven at night, Chris had left complaining he had to take care of some business and Claire and Leon had been left to themselves. They had continued talking and she had convinced him to help her finish a bottle of whiskey, calling it a true reunion between friends. They had made it halfway when things had gotten out of hand. She had moved closer to him and he had put an arm around her waist and his hand had steadily started to slide down her hip. Before long, she had been in his lap, her mouth against his. He remembered her soft, round bottom pressing firmly against his groin.

The heat had been mindlessly intoxicating and he wasn’t sure when exactly, but they had left and stumbled to her apartment. He felt a rush of embarrassment as he recalled everything he had done to her. It was almost surreal. He tried to convince himself it was a dream, lifting the sheets slowly. He dropped them when he was greeted by nudity.

Shit…He thought. He glanced under the sheets again and was at least thankful he had had enough common sense to put on a condom. But again, the realization that he had slept with Claire hit him. Then again, “sleeping” with her was putting it delicately. He had plowed Chris Redfield’s little sister.

Now, a feeling that was a step removed from panic gripped him. What would Chris do when he found out? From his experience, older brothers always found out whom their little sisters were sleeping with. They especially found out if it was with close friends. His thoughts continued to race even as she woke slowly, her eyes moving up his arm and looking up at him.

“Leon…?” She asked softly. He looked down at her, not quite sure what to say.

“Claire…”

She smiled up at him uneasily.

“I think we took it a little too far.” She laughed nervously.

“Yeah…” was all he could say. She sat up next to him, keeping the sheets around her. A long, long pause hung between them.

“Did we…?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you use…?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did I…?”

“Really loud.”

Another pause.

“Chris isn’t here, is he?” She asked, anxiety in her tone.

“No, he left early last night for his place.”

“Oh, okay. Good.” Leon heard the relief.

Again there was that agonizingly awkward pause. Then she broke it.

“It wasn’t bad, right?”

He felt his face flush with heat.

“No. No, it was fine.”

The awkwardness was mind numbing.

“Yeah… It was good. Really good. It’s perfectly normal for things like this to happen.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“And we’re both adults, so this situation shouldn’t be a shock to either of us.”

“Of course.”

Claire kept her voice even, trying to keep her tone rational and cool. Leon was still processing the entire situation.

“So, as adults, we shouldn’t feel awkward. We just got a little drunk and things happened. We should be thankful one of us was smart enough to use a condom.”

“Absolutely.”

Again, the agonizing pause coupled with the awkwardness of being sober. She turned toward him but didn’t look at him.

“You’re not going to tell my brother, are you?” She asked innocently. He couldn’t help but snort out a laugh.

“And risk having him shoot me for screwing his little sister? Hell no.”

She let out a long breath.

“Alright. Then we just chalk this whole thing up to a really big mistake, agreed?”

“Sure, big mistake.”

“And we make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Agreed.”

The pause returned, but this time they looked at each other carefully, making eye contact as if to agree to this awkward secret. One of her hands let go of the sheet and she brushed a finger over the top of his hand. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her against him, his other hand taking her chin and forcing her mouth against his. Her eyes went wide as he moved over her, her fingers grasping his hair. Their mouths pulled apart for only a moment to breathe, her heavy eyes meeting his.

“Just, just one more time. Then we never talk about this again.” She said quickly.

“Deal.” He answered, then his mouth was on hers again and she purred out a moan.

A/N: Huzzah. I have written this scene out in great detail, so for those perverts out there who want to know EXACTLY how crazy it gets, let me know and I'll email the juicy bits.