INFECTIOUS (L.K)

Forbidden Fruit.

Summary: Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was wrong for him to be in another woman’s bed, kissing her neck and lips as her fingers caressed silent promises against his skin; promises that the woman he had at home could never give.

Warning: Cheating, Mentioned Cheating, Mentioned Ada Wong, Mentioned Adeon

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was wrong for him to be in another woman’s bed, kissing her neck and lips as her fingers caressed silent promises against his skin; promises that the woman he had at home could never give. (E/c) eyes entranced and drowned him into an ocean of forbidden waters; an ocean that he drank himself drunk on.

Your lips were so soft and kind; nothing like the lips that gave him fleeting kisses that he could never determine if they were real or not. With you, he had honesty and stability.

But with the woman at home with the raven hair and the red butterfly dress, all he had were questions.

Leon knew he should get rid of her; get rid of that thought of Ada Wong from his mind. She was a toxic drug that enforced itself into his body every time she was around; teasing him and fucking him over every time their paths crossed. Leon knew that Ada didn’t care about him like he had wanted her to.

But you did.

You always took care of Leon; rubbing his shoulders and kissing his cheeks, letting him linger within your home and get close to you unlike the woman at home. You were his new drug; his new ambrosia that had him singing your praises and thinking of you even when he would lie with Ada, thinking of your lips when they would kiss and your body when they would fuck.

He didn’t love her anymore.

Leon knew that he didn’t love Ada, not anymore. Instead, he was just a part of him that he couldn’t get rid of; a familiarity that he wanted around but just didn’t want to be actively around. He was just tired, if Leon was honest. He was tired of Ada’s dishonesty, of the manipulation, of the backstabbing, and of the dragging him around.

With you, Leon didn’t have that. With you, you were always honest and upfront with him; were always willing to listen to him. You never double-crossed him; never left the morning after a long night of fucking. With you, Leon didn’t have to question your loyalty and faithfulness.

You were his forbidden fruit that he couldn’t stop taking bites of. Leon was so addicted to you that instead of returning home to his apartment after a long mission; he always went to you. You were always there to welcome him with open arms and to give him a kiss; proclaiming how much you had missed him and how you already had dinner on the table waiting for him.

He was in love with you, his forbidden fruit, and Leon couldn’t help but wonder if this is what could have been with the woman at home had she not been who she was; if she wasn’t a fucking mercenary that only gave a shit about herself and her contracts.

Yes, Leon preferred the comfort of your home so much that every time he was over, he left a little bit of himself there at a time: clothes, watches, his bags, a knife, things that he often needed just so he had an excuse to see you.

Perhaps Leon was wrong for lying to Ada about where he was, where he would go, about the things he was doing. He knew that Ada wasn’t an idiot; she could smell the light scent of your shampoo in his hair, most likely see the hickie marks on his neck, but of course, she didn’t care.

Ada Wong never cared.

Leon held you close in his arms as he rocked his hips against you, whispering about how much he loved you and how he had missed you throughout his two-week assignment overseas, and like answering a prayer, you whispered those same words back.

The same words that Ada could never utter because it would leave her vulnerable and open.

Your fingers were soft and gentle against him, a gentle reminder to be kinder and careful with himself as Leon made love to you, and the man couldn’t help but pull back to look into your eyes.

You always looked at him as if he was the only thing you could ever see; holding his face and kissing his lips like you loved him…like he knew you did.

With you, he never had to question whether or not you loved him or wanted him. With you, Leon knew. With Ada? It was a guessing game; a game of ‘what now?’ and it was a game Leon was sick and tired of playing. Leon sighed as he lied next to you, the two of you fucked out as you stared into each other’s eyes.

You were caressing his lips, a little smile on your face as you whispered to him, whispering sweet promises and more sweet nothings, and Leon wanted to get used to it. He wanted to get used to the feeling of being in bed with you, of waking up to you, of coming home to just you.

He could just start all over…buy new things and clothes; god knows he had the money to do it. And then you were whispering to him how he should move in with you; to be yours completely, and Leon had never felt so secure and stable. Why would he refuse? Why would he refuse a woman that he loved and actually loved him?

Leon would never refuse. How could he when most of his things were already in the home with you?

The only thing he had left was the woman he had left at his home.

Leon knew he didn’t have to tell Ada their relationship was over. There had never been a relationship in the first place…so maybe Leon didn’t have to say anything. He could just stay in bed with you, kissing you and holding you close, and he’d never have to face the woman in the butterfly dress ever again.

He could build the life he wanted the most with you and never question if a second of it was real. And so, Leon stayed in that bed with you, even after the sun had come up and you had awakened him with sweet nothings and sweet kisses against his skin.

A sun that shined in his new home; a home that he could finally be proud of.