I Can't Forget You Either (resident evil)

Nighttime Thoughts

   It was rare that Leon ever got a break from his work. He was constantly getting sent on missions, to save someone or prevent some city from getting destroyed. However, in the recent months after his experience of saving the president's daughter in Spain, he hadn't been contacted for a while.

   In fact, it had been nearly 6 months since that incident, and STRATCOM hadn't had a crisis he was needed for.

   Huh.

   Weird.

   Leon hadn't left France for the entire 6 months.

   He couldn't stay in the nice hotel anymore, because the president's gratitude only lasted so long. So he downgraded, but given his status in his organization, it wasn't by much.

   Most nights Leon sat by the window, drinking a little something and looking out at the lights of the city before him. The Eiffel Tower in the distance, so big he could make it out clearly even from his distance. Tonight was one of those nights. So bougie, Leon thought to himself. But with all the hell he's faced, he also thought maybe he deserved it.

   He could say he stayed because it was a really nice country, and he loved it. Which wasn't necessarily a lie. France wasn't the worst place to spend an unplanned vacation. But it wasn't the truth either.

   Leon stayed in France because he knew Ada Wong had a townhouse here. He always considered leaving, but that little fact stayed stuck in the back of his head. He didn't even know if it belonged to her, or her employer, or some poor sucker who was out of town. Leon wouldn't have been surprised if it was that last one. Besides, the note she had left him after the night they met indicated she wouldn't be in France when he woke up. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave.

   They had a connection that night, Leon knew she felt it too. But Leon also knew he shouldn't have expected her to stay. He put his drink down, holding his hand out in front of him. He wrapped his other hand around his wrist, rubbing it lightly. He remembered that night as clearly as day. He felt his jeans tighten, his dick interested as he thought about it.

   "Dammit." He muttered, grabbing his drink and finishing it off. He stood up, trying to distract himself. Leon went over to the nightstand by the bed where the note from Ada sat, in a drawer. He opened the drawer and looked at it.

   Of course, he was a little annoyed with her. And himself for that matter. Her, for stringing him along and making him think there was ever a chance for them, and him for staying in France for 6 fucking months acting like there was a chance. But there kind of was, right? She said herself she hoped they'd meet up again. But maybe she just said what he wanted to hear. He exhaled,

   "What a sucker." He said to himself, closing the drawer harder than he'd meant to. Why did he do this to himself? She had some inexplicable power over him. He wanted to show her that he wasn't some kid that she could just play around with.

   Leon had even tried to contact her, which he normally wouldn't, but he felt like seeing her again was some sort of... sign. He called the number she had used the night they met, and tried to trace the message she sent his PDA. Nothing. He stopped when he realized this was borderline obsessive.

   More like lovesick. Desperate to see her. To talk to her. To touch her. Thinking about this wasn't helping with his boner situation.

   What made it worse is that immediately after they had their night together, he had Claire to help take his mind off it. Unfortunately, Claire, Chris, and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S members didn't stay in France long, and they had to part ways again. So he was left with more time to fill his head with thoughts of Ada.

   "Why can't I just forget her?" His dick was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

   "Fine." he muttered as he climbed onto the bed. He unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his pants, quickly pulling down the zipper. He pulled out his dick which was already embarrassingly hard, and stroked himself to the thought of her. Of their night together. How beautiful she looked on top of him and how she made his heart race with those stupid fucking handcuffs. He pictured her hand on him, touching him instead of his own hand.

   God damn Ada.

***

   At this same time, Ada was currently underneath Wesker, also in a swanky hotel bedroom while he fucked her mercilessly into the mattress, one hand on her neck. Any other woman probably would've been loving this. But it just wasn't Ada's style. At least, not with HIM. She wouldn't mind letting someone she truly loved dominate her every once in a while, but Wesker? She just let him do what he wanted because it made him feel good about himself, and it made Ada forget what she wanted to for a bit.

   But this time it didn't appear to be working.

   Thinking about someone she LOVED?

   Love wasn't Ada's style either.

   Ever since her night with Leon she'd been meeting up with Wesker and other random men more than usual. She'd been taking more dangerous missions more often, all to take her mind off of him. It was insane how he had a weird hold on her.

   She was holding onto Wesker's forearms as he continued to pound into her. It felt good, she guessed, but she was too in her head to really get lost in the pleasure like usual.

   Too busy thinking about the way she felt with Leon that night. She cut him off again, getting a new phone so she wouldn't contact him, saying she had a mission even though she was hiding out down the street until she could find another place to stay. She kept his phone number though. She couldn't explain why.

   She thought she just liked to play around with him. And she did like to do that. But she couldn't help but think of what she said to him before they parted. That she wanted to see him again. At the time she thought it was because she had a really good orgasm, but now she wasn't so sure.

   Wesker said something to her, she didn't even register until he squeezed her neck tighter,

   "Listen to me when I talk to you, got it?" Ada's breathing got heavier,

   "Sorry"

   "Now again. Are you enjoying this?" Ada internally sighed,

   "I'm loving it"

   "Who do you belong to?"

   "You"

   "That's right, you're a good girl aren't you Ada?" Ada felt his thrusts become sloppier,

   "Yes"

   "I want you to come when I do"

   "Anything you want" She grinded against him the best she could to get some pleasurable friction so she could fulfill what he wanted her to do. He didn't let her use her hands most of the time. Either he made her come or she didn't at all.

   Leon wouldn't do that to her. Leon gave her what she wanted. Leon let her be in charge even though he wasn't sure about it.

   Leon probably loved her.

   She felt the familiar feeling of pleasure pool in her as she came to the thought of Leon doing this to her instead. Her eyes widened, and Wesker came too, his hand even tighter on her throat. Then he rolled off of her, running a hand through his hair as he laid on the bed next to her. Ada laid there shocked that she came so fast when she thought of him.

   The exact opposite of what she had intended to do. Ada looked over at her phone on the nightstand, and grabbed it. She looked over at Wesker, who's breathing had already slowed. Asleep. Then she looked for Leon's number. She hesitated before finally pressing the dial button on his contact. She prayed he hadn't changed it in the past 6 months. She heard the dial tone and then finally it connected.

   "Kennedy."

   His voice sounded tired, she smiled a bit thinking he might be in bed right now. She paused, that smile was totally uncalled for. Then she finally spoke, in a quiet tone so as not to disturb Wesker.

   "Leon, it's me"

   God, why was she doing this?