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The bus was too shaky for him to get any sleep, so instead
he rested the side of his head against the window, letting the chill from the
glass seep through his hair. It felt good in contrast
to the unpleasant heat inside the vehicle- he knew it wasn�t warm by any means
outside, but he didn�t think that level of heating was necessary.

Still, his uncomfortable surroundings were preferable to his
circumstances the previous few days. Upon his release from quarantine he had
been shuttled off back to Agency headquarters for a very extensive second
debriefing. He had also played catch up with all the happenings since his
temporary incarceration. He always hated mincing words over conference room
tables with the suits, and had been quite happy when he was finally allowed to
go home.

He might have tacked on the month quarantine to his mental
list of time he had hated but for a certain someone who had not only made it
bearable, but often fun. Very fun. He wasn�t really
all that enthused about being back in his apartment. He just wanted to see her
again.

It would have to wait. She had been left with her father,
and short of going through the Agency he didn�t really have any way to contact
her. This was what caused that small knot of anxiety in his stomach to appear.
She had promised she would get in touch with him once they were both out and
back in D.C. but sometimes, mostly at night, he couldn�t help but think that
maybe she�d just decide it had all been a mistake, and she�d be better off
putting him behind her.

Yes, he thought, looking at himself in the window
reflection. I am that insecure.

Washington D.C.
rolled past his view in a grimy, monochromatic pastel. It could be a nice
looking city, usually in the summer, but on this soggy fall evening the color
was leeched from everything by the low cloud cover and it blended together into
a concrete diorama, a grey freeze frame. It made him want to go back to sleep.

He reached into his jacket and fiddled with the earphones
that hung out of an inside pocket. He had bought a little MP3 player at a
Wal-Mart during one of the break periods during his debriefing, figuring he
might use it on the trip back to D.C. Three hours of flight time and a half
hour spent on the bus later and he had yet to listen to anything.

There was something to be said for silence.

The bus ground noisily into what he recognized as his
neighborhood, a collection of apartment buildings that looked like what could
only be described as upscale tenements. The blocky, uniform construction was
nothing if not practical, discarding any aesthetically pleasing structural
qualities for simple efficient design.

The bus stop was only a couple blocks from his building. He
walked the way there in silent thought, the cold air burning the back of his
throat.

The Agency always took care of his rent during his extended
absences, as well as providing regular checks of the apartment on the off
chance someone decided to seek revenge in one way or the other. Now that he was
home again his safety was up to him, which was fine. The thought of other
Agents inspecting his stuff didn�t appeal to him.

Upon inserting his key and opening the door, he immediately
walked over to the thermostat and adjusted the heat. The air inside the
apartment had grown cold and stale, and he was tempted to open a window though
he knew it would solve one of those problems and exacerbate the other.

Throwing his jacket over a beat up old easy chair in one
corner, he surveyed his domain with a critical eye. Still a mess, just the way
he had left it. Now that he was no longer wallowing in self-pity, he�d have to
clean up. A joyless task.

Sighing heavily, he began sorting things out.

Beer bottles- he�d just pile those in the sink for now. Porn
mags- did he still need them? Hopefully not, but he�d
stash them in his closet somewhere as a contingency plan if his worst fears
were realized. His sheets needed to be washed, badly. He ripped them off the
bed and piled them by the door.

Soon he was immersed in the menial task. Bottles were
removed, various items put back into their rightful places, and the laundry
pile near the door grew ever larger.

It took awhile, but eventually he was able to see his floor
again by the time night had fallen. Standing up and stretching, he looked at
the by now monstrous pile of laundry by the door with some measure of distaste.
Hauling it all downstairs to the communal laundry room wasn�t his idea of a
good time. In fact, he could think of few things he�d rather do less.

�Fuck it,� He muttered, his voice
somewhat hoarse from a day of disuse. Stripping down to his underwear and
tossing those clothes on top of the pile, he decided it could wait until
tomorrow. Remembering that he didn�t have any sheets, he dug a blanket out of
his closet and collapsed on the bed. It was a little scratchy and the pillow
was definitely lacking a certain something in the absence of a pillowcase, but
it would do for one night.

It didn�t take him long to fall asleep.

___

He awoke to a knock at his door.

Under different circumstances he might have found himself
annoyed, but he was too pleasantly surprised at his comfortable surroundings to
be angry.

Half blind with sleep, he groped on the floor until he found
a shirt and pulled it over his head, stumbling his way over to the door.
Prudence made him reach for the nightstand and grab his sidearm, just in case.

The view through the peephole was blurry, though whether it
was because of his eyes or a lack of cleaning he wasn�t sure, and he couldn�t
quite make out who it was. Sighing, he cracked open the door and peered
cautiously at the man standing there.

�..Yes?�

The man was a spook, complete with a dark suit, mirrored
sunglasses and bad attitude. �Leon Kennedy?�

Leon
yawned, fervently hoping he wasn�t needed back at the Agency again. �That�s me.�

�Your presence has been requested at the White House Mr.
Kennedy, I�ve been sent to take you there.�

Leon
had a brief moment of panic as he considered possibility of being the first
person to ever be deported for screwing the President�s daughter. At the very
least, he�d be able to put his cleaning on hold. �I�ll need to get dressed.�

�Just meet me out front when you�re ready Mr. Kennedy. We
have a car for you.�

And some cement shoes, Leon
thought glumly as he closed the door.

The trip there passed by in a comfortable
silence. Leon
didn�t want to talk, and his driver didn�t want to listen. The radio was turned
down low and occasionally the driver tapped his fingers with the tune, but that
was the extent of the noise barring the hum of the vehicle. Leon
rested his head against the cold window in a position of d�j� vu. He didn�t
know what lay in store for him, and he was still too tired to really think
about it.

The White House was accessible through an underground
garage, complete with some of the tightest security Leon
had seen outside of a Code Black operation. He made a mental note not to leave
anything lying around, knowing it would bring the whole place down on him hard.

He had taken a tour of the house once, when he had just
moved to D.C. It was a little different off the velvet rope paths, though just
as tidy and almost repressively opulent. Out of the corner of his eye mahogany
desks, canopy beds and plush carpet flitted in and out of view through doorways
as his escort shuttled him towards some unknown destination. The hallways felt
heavy with history, and he couldn�t help but wonder who else had walked the
same path as he.

At least one of those persons of important was identified
when Ashley came bursting out of a door to fling herself onto him. He had a
split second to decide how to catch her, his training proving its usefulness
again as he deftly grabbed her hips and shifted her trajectory to avoid a worse
impact.

Unfortunately he hadn�t compensated for the presence of the
two secret servicemen who had accompanied him. In the confines of the hall they
had stepped to the sides to allow room for Ashley�s kinetic idea of a reunion,
and Leon�s foot
caught on the shoe of the man to his right.

As he fell towards what was sure to be a painful terminus
for his descent, he sincerely hoped she was wearing more than she had been the
last time this had happened.

___

Ashley had dismissed the Secret Servicemen and swept him off
to her room in bustle of chatter, talking about seemingly anything and everything
that had happened since he had last seen her. He followed her in a bit of a
daze, having forgotten what an assault on his senses she was. He tried to
listen to what she was saying, but the soft skin of her hand that he held, her heavenly scent and the mesmerizing motions of her
lips left little brainpower available for such an involved task.

�-Don�t you think?�

Realizing she was asking him something he desperately cast
about for a noncommittal answer. �Uh, I don�t know.�

She frowned. �You don�t think it�s great to be back home?�

He almost winced. �Uh no, I�m really glad to be back here.
Finally got some sleep, you know.�

�You weren�t listening to me at all were you,� She accused
him.

Taking a chance, he decided honesty was the best policy. �Sorry.
You�re a little distracting.�

Her eyes softened immediately. She moved her grip upwards,
wrapping herself around his arm. �Well, why don�t we talk about that,� She said
softly.

Leon
swallowed hard, looking around in case any Secret Servicemen still hovered
nearby. �Talk about what?�

Ashley sighed, releasing his arm and dragging him forward by
the hand again. She seemed to be in something of a hurry and he wasn�t all that
sure he was ready to meet the President, whose daughter he happened to be fucking.
No, not fucking. That was too crude and didn�t come even close to what he felt
existed between them. They had made love.

He doubted the President would be comforted by the
distinction.

He was about to ask her where they were going when she
stopped at a pair of solid looking double doors. Twisting the handles to open
them, she practically pushed him into the room beyond then followed suit,
closing and locking them behind her.

Leon
paused to take stock of the place. The first thing that stood out above all
others was the alarming amount of pale pink decorating the room. From the
wallpaper to the bedspread, the soft color seemed to be everywhere. There was
some white and blue scattered here and there but they seemed swallowed by the
overwhelming pinkness.

The middle of the room was dominated by what seemed to him a
huge bed, complete with superfluous canopy. He reasoned it probably seemed so
large just in comparison to his, though he wouldn�t wonder if it wasn�t big by
any standard. Two windows looked out onto the cultured green of the Whitehouse
lawn and the walls were lined with bookshelves, dressers, night tables and the
other accoutrements of bedrooms. There was a walk in closet he could see to his
right and to his left was another door, which he figured must lead to a
bathroom.

His scrutiny of his surroundings was rudely interrupted when
Ashley spun him around to face her and promptly threw herself into his arms for
the second time.

Leon
stumbled backwards towards the bed, bracing himself. When his knees hit the
edge he managed to lean forward enough that his momentum was halted and instead
of ending up on his back he came to rest in a sitting position. Ashley had
obviously not expected that and when he came to his abrupt halt her forehead
slammed painfully into his chin.

�Ow! Leon!�

�You jumped on me!� Leon
defended himself. �Maybe if you�d give me a little advance warning now and
then-�

Ashley ignored him, sitting up in his lap and pointing
imperiously over his shoulder at the bed. �Lay us down.�

He frowned suspiciously. �Why?�

�Leon,
I have some seriously pent up frustrations right now, so please just lay down!� She glared at him.

Leon
gave in and scooted them backwards until he was sitting in the middle, then lay
backwards to rest his head on one of the pillows. He had to admit it was a
highly pleasant situation with her lying on top of him but he was still
somewhat confused as to why they hadn�t gone to meet her parents yet.

�Ashley, not that I�m complaining about this or anything but
I thought your father wanted to see me-�

She chose that moment to kiss him- hard. All brain functions
concerning the President or anything otherwise ceased operation to concentrate
on the sensation.

When they broke for air, Ashley brushed her hair aside and shrugged
somewhat sheepishly. �We�re going to have dinner with my parents, they wanted
to meet you.�

�Then why are we-�

�They don�t know you�re here yet. I asked the Service to go
get you early,� She said somewhat breathlessly, eyeing him with a mix of impatience
and hunger.

�I didn�t know you could do that.�

�I can.�

Another furious kiss followed the exchange. Emerging gasping
and not a little drunk on the feelings the kiss stirred in him, Leon
gripped her more firmly around the waist and moved upward to sit against the
headboard.

�Ashley,� He broke off as she made another lunge for his
lips, deflecting her with his cheek. �Ashley-�

�What, Leon?! Is the bed
comfortable enough? Do you need more pillows? What is your problem?� She
exploded.

Leon
shrank back. He opened his mouth but couldn�t think of a response to defuse
her.

�Here I am, sitting on top of you and we�re making out and
you keep hitting the pause button! Do I need to get naked first, or was it the
hospital gown you found so attractive? Is this a sudden onset of Bob Dole�s
disease? Seriously Leon,
what is your problem?�

Now that, Leon
felt, was going too far. Bob Dole had no place in this bedroom. �It�s just a
little sudden,� He tried to explain.

�Sudden? Sudden?!� She nearly screeched, clearly driven beyond the
limits of frustration by what she saw as inexplicably reluctant behavior. �The first time was sudden, Leon.
Do you not remember or something? For God�s sake, this should be routine by
now! Don�t tell me you�ve forgotten how to have sex. Do I need to walk you
through it?�

�There�s no need to be insulting.�

�Then I ask again Leon,
what is the problem?� Her tone had calmed and her eyes had taken a slightly
worried cast as if something had occurred to her. �You�re..
You�re not having second thoughts, are you?�

�What? God no,� He hastened to reassure her. �I thought you
might be. That�s why I�m acting like this, I thought I was summoned to meet the
President, and then I ended up in here and I don�t really know what�s going
on.. And to be honest, I don�t really want to get caught by your parents in
here with you. I want you, but I sort of need my job to keep feeding myself.�

Ashley blew out a sigh of relief. �Okay good, so we�re still
in love then, right?�

�Right,� Leon
affirmed, knowing it was the first time either of them had ever said �love� but
letting the moment pass. They both knew it, there
would be time to affirm it later.

There was a pleasant warmth against his neck as Ashley
rested her head there, leaning into him. �Why would you think I�d be having
second thoughts?� She asked.

Leon
struggled to properly phrase his feelings. �Well, it was the situation I guess.
You know, the whole life saving thing. And the danger.
Kind of a potent combination, right? I mean, I think
it meant something to both of us, in Spain.
But the quarantine- we were shoved into tight quarters together and I thought
maybe after you got out back into the world you�d see you didn�t need me any
more. Two people, in that sort of close confinement, that�s bound to spark
something. I don�t know. I guess I just thought after we got out you�d leave
that behind.� He looked down at her and started to continue when he noticed
with some alarm that her eyes were narrowing dangerously again.

She sat back up and glared at him. �Is that what you think
of me Leon? That I was just looking for an easy lay? �Oh, here I am in
quarantine and look, here�s a penis handy I think I�ll sit on it�,� She mouthed
sarcastically, assuming a vapid expression. �Why don�t you send me a bill Leon,
I�ll put it with the rest. I would have gotten back to you sooner but I was too
busy fucking the pizza delivery man.�

�Alright, I get it,� Leon
tried to backpedal from his mistake. �Sorry. I didn�t mean it like that.�

�I don�t just jump into bed with the first convenient guy
Leon. I was under the impression that what happened in quarantine meant
something.�

�It did. I said I�m sorry, let�s just drop it okay.
Obviously I was wrong.�

�Very wrong,� She
affirmed, but lay her head back down on his shoulder.

There was silence then, until Leon
spoke his mind. �So where do we go from here?�

�I don�t know.� Ashley straightened back up and shrugged
with a cute flip of her hair. �But I know where to start..�

Another series of heavy kissing followed. Ashley moaned into
his mouth and ground into him rather inappropriately, and Leon
felt the situation was become highly promising. He gradually shifted downwards
until they were pleasantly horizontal, fully intent on spending the next
several minutes in perpetual lip lock.

Their well laid plans came to an
sudden halt when there was a knock at the door.

Ashley jerked herself upright, an apprehensive expression on
her face. �Yeah?� She called at the doors, trying to
calm her breathing enough to sound normal.

�Ashley, what are you doing?� It was a
mans voice, deep and resonant.

�My father,� She whispered at Leon
before turning her head back towards the door. �Reading.
Why?�

�Did you get a hold of Agent Kennedy?�

�No,� She lied with no apparent trace of guilt. �Why?�

�Your mother called his apartment and he wasn�t there.�

�I�ll call his cellphone Dad.�

�Okay, but do it soon so he can make it in time for dinner.�

�I will.� She looked down at Leon.
�Do you have a cellphone?�

�In my other pants.�

The sound of receding footsteps in the hallways told them
her father had left and Ashley sighed in relief. �Now, where were we?� She
murmured.

She leaned forward to pick up where she had left off and
froze in mid action when another knock sounded at the door. Leon
could almost hear her teeth grinding in frustration.

�Yes?� She yelled at the double doors, a slight edge to her
voice.

It was a woman�s voice this time. �Ashley, did you ever call
Mr. Kennedy?�

Ashley briefly closed her eyes. �No, Mom.�

�Well I called and he wasn�t there, I hope-�

�I know Mom, Dad told me. I�ll call his cell.�

�Alright, but do it soon so he can make it in time for-�

�-Dinner, yes, I�m aware.� Ashley grated.

�There�s no need to get snappy young lady. I want you to
take a shower and put on something nice before dinner.�

�Mom, Leon�s
seen me covered with blood,� Ashley rolled her eyes. �I really don�t think
he�ll care if we go casual.�

�He might not, but I do. Dinner�s at six,
be ready then.�

�I will Mom.�

Again the footsteps retreated out of hearing range. Ashley
sighed, reluctantly rolling off of Leon.
�I guess we better take a shower.�

�Right, I�ll need to find a suit or- We?�

Ashley was already stripping off her clothes before his
startled gaze. �My shower is quite a bit bigger than the one in quarantine.
Besides, you don�t want to waste water do you? It�s more efficient this way.�

�I sort of doubt that since I imagine the shower will take
twice as long.�

�Mmm, maybe even more.� She
sounded quite pleased at the prospect. With two quick motions she dispensed
with what was left of her clothing and stood birth naked for Leon�s
perusal. She walked towards the bathroom door with a stride that would have
been stately had it not involved so much ass wiggling. Leon
took in the view for a moment before quickly following suit. Pausing, he kicked
his clothes underneath her bed. A good Agent prepared for all eventualities.
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