𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

You'll Have My Ring

I've never felt more awkward in my life after being left hanging after I leaned in for a kiss. Chris violently jerked back, eyes wide as if I were a snail inching towards him rather than a fully grown woman. My cheeks flame, it's bad enough that I'm kissing someone I'm not even really dating, but to be rejected by my fake-fiancé, definitely not a highlight of my life. I quickly glance at the man we're trying to fool, Adrian Volkov who's an illegal arms dealer, who's thankfully turned away from us, his arm wrapped around a much younger woman who I presume will be entertaining him tonight.

"Get your asses out of there before you fuck up this mission! Do you hear me?" I hear Leon curse angrily through my earpiece. I sigh, reaching for my comms and taking it out, then I forcefully grab Chris' hand, leading him through the crowd with a fake smile on my face, avoiding the gaze of Adrian as we pass. Chris is tense, but it's better to keep up the act until we're out of the way, it would look odd if we suddenly jumped a meter apart. I tug Chris across the bustling romantic bridge, until we're safe away from prying eyes and any mafia men tailing us. As soon as it's clear I swivel on him, dropping his hand and narrowing my eyes.

"What the hell Redfield! We're supposed to be a couple, you know, people who like each other! How are we supposed to get into Volkov's circle if you can't even get along with me?!" I shout, watching as his jaw tenses. Chris sighs, about to argue back, but then Leon strolls around the corner, rushing to break us up before things get out of control. His eyes flick to mine briefly as if checking on me, then he shakes his head at Chris disappointedly. Chris raises a brow defensively, which seems to stir Leon up again.

"That's enough, mission over." Leon growls, then he takes a breath. "Volkov didn't see any of you, so we're in the clear still. We can find him again soon, the man's a social butterfly, and this time we'll send you in with someone who's...romantic." Leon calmly says, staring at me as if I'm the problem. I let my shoulders slump in defeat, then I nod, turning on my heel to go get some space away from the men. Before I'm fully out of earshot I hear Leon begin to lecture Chris about risking the mission and his hesitancy, but I don't wait to hear his reply. I walk through the city, clearing my head as I toy with the fake engagement ring on my finger, wondering if maybe I was the problem, then again at least I tried to keep my act up, Chris couldn't say the same.

A few nights later I'm at home, makeup still on but I'm dressed in some comfy clothes. I get a text on my phone from Leon, asking if I'm home, then only a few minutes later he's at my front door, a bag in hand and a hopeful smile on his face. "I'm not sleeping with you again tonight." I mumble, referring to one of our most common interactions. Leon shakes his head, showing me an image of Volkov at a restaurant nearby.

"He's just arrived, and will probably be there for a few hours. If we're quick we can get there and run into him." Leon says as I open the door wider, letting him in.

"We?" I ask, arching my brow and taking the outstretched bag from him. I peek inside, seeing a royal blue dress inside with lace sleeves. It's beautiful, and definitely has Leon written all over it. The thought of him going dress shopping for me makes my heart flutter, but now isn't the time to think on that. Leon nods slowly, giving me that charming smile that always has me melting into him.

"Yeah, I'm replacing Redfield as your fake-fiancé." Leon explains. "Go get dressed, we don't have long until the reservation runs out." He adds, nodding to the bedroom. I purse my lips, wanting to ask how fast he planned this, and how he knew I'd of course agree to the sudden plan. But I don't, instead I rush to the bedroom, slip on the perfectly fitting dress and some heels that go with it, add some jewellery, then dart back out to greet Leon within the space of ten minutes. When Leon turns to look at me, his lips part, and I swear him mumble a "fuck" under his breath as his eyes slowly take me in. His gaze sends a heat through me, daring me to pull him to the bedroom rather out the front door, but we've got a job to do.

"It's nice, thanks by the way." I smile, smoothing down the dress in an act of nervousness. Leon nods absentmindedly, still staring at me.

"Yeah, pretty sure I should be the one saying thanks though," He huffs a laugh, "I knew that dress would look good on you." I blush, feeling more treasured than usual.

"I'm surprised you didn't say something about it ending up on your floor later." I lightly laugh, twirling the fake engagement ring around my finger. Leon grabs my wrist, lifting it to his chest as he pulls the ring off of me and sets it aside, then he reaches into his pocket and retrieves another, one that looks expensive yet dainty and stunning. His blue eyes hold mine as he shrugs, slipping the new ring onto my finger.

"We both know it will, so I didn't bother saying it out loud."

"And the ring?" I ask a little breathlessly, "Why are you changing it?"

Leon leans forwards until his breath grazes my ear, the scent of his cologne fills my nose and sends my nerves into a frenzy. "That was his, but you're mine now, so you'll have my ring." He deeply murmurs, making my breath hitch. His smirk proves he's won this round, but at this point I've stopped counting. He holds out a hand, leading me to my front door, then we head out to try and gather some intel on the arms dealer.

Throughout the meal Leon's hand rests on my thigh, causing me to be on edge all night. His thumb traces circles, and with each hour that passes it gets closer and closer to the area where I want his fingers. Or mouth. Maybe both. Leon knows I'm slowly falling apart, and is a smug bastard about it, even after Volkov leaves Leon insists we stay for more drinks, which is a terrible idea, but I nod and stick by his side anyway.

By the end of the night Leon's assumption is right. The blue dress is piled on his bedroom floor along with the rest of my clothes, Leon's sit beside mine. His mouth latches onto mine most of the night, whilst he fucks me with no signs of stopping. My breathy moans and whimpers combine with his heavy groans, and the occasional prayer which is my name, our bodies are barely ever more than a few inches apart, even when I'm on top of him or below, and his fingers intertwine with mine, even when we come. There's unspoken feelings lingering between us, but we never talk about them, as if the discussion will ruin what we already have. Maybe it's a dumb mistake and me hoping for more, but I swear that when we finally collapse with each other and Leon pulls my body to his, the ring on my finger suddenly feels much more heavier, with the weight of our undeclared love for each other.