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That Night - An Ada Wong and Leon Kennedy Story	By : BGShepard Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Resident Evil, Ada Wong, and Leon Kennedy are property of CAPCOM. I make no money or any profit by this story.

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***Author's Note: Contains Strong Sexual Content - Reader Discretion Advised***
Chapter 2 - That Night - Part 2
Okay, he thought, this is… different.
Leon could already feel his heartbeat picking up again with the anticipation of Ada's intentions. That, coupled with the fact that he'd never been into the bondage scene before. Awkward that he may be when he did have a woman in his bed, it was he who had set the tone and pace in the bedroom. Maybe it was because they had expected it of him. He was a government agent with a mysterious job and charming good looks. Perhaps he had the James Bond-like persona that those ladies had wanted and as a result, they wanted him to lead. It wasn't that the sex was bad – it just wasn't all the bells and whistles he had expected it to be.
In this moment however, he had no illusions about who was running the show. Ada had already made it plain that if he truly wanted her then he would have to follow her lead. As frightening as the prospect initially was, he soon found the idea of submitting to her a bit… intriguing. Now he wasn't sure if it was Ada who was making him nervous or himself. She had already coaxed him past a couple of his limits that he didn't think he could overcome – Obeying a woman in the bedroom and speaking about his parents. And now she was forcing him to confront a third – being a helpless participant to her will. Perhaps 'will' was too light a word when it came to the lovely spy. Mercy would be more apt to describe it. Reflexively he looked up and tried to move his wrists but the bed frame had no give to it. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Trying to escape so soon?" Her voice brought his attention back to her. While he had been silently gauging his predicament, Ada had already moved down the length of his body and was kneeling between his legs. She was staring at him with a playful pout on her face as her eyes went from his bound wrists to his face. "I'm hurt to think that you would try and leave now, Mr. Kennedy," she said in feigned offense, "especially considering that I haven't even gotten to the best parts yet."
He stared silently at her for what seemed like an eternity. Somehow her playful words were having a calming effect on him. Closing his eyes, he took another deep breath and let his arms relax. He could feel her body slowly moving up his. When he opened his eyes, she was again over top of him. She went to the side of his face and tenderly planted a kiss on his left cheek as if knowing that was what he had needed. Then her lips went to his ear.
"I know that you're nervous, Leon," she whispered softly. He felt her tongue on the lobe of his ear. "You've never done this before have you – letting a woman make you helpless? It's okay. All you have to do right now is lie back, listen to my voice, and trust me. Can you do that?"
God, she was going to push him past this barrier wasn't she? He was already laying helpless to her will but trust her? Could he really do that considering their turbulent history? Still, she had always looked out for him. There was no other explanation as to why he was still breathing if it wasn't for her. Ada…
Nodding his head silently, he took another breath. His heart was like thunder; pounding so hard he could hear its beating in his ears. "Yes, Ada. I… I can do that," was his reply. He wanted her. Whatever it took; whatever obstacles he had to overcome – he wanted her.
Her warm smile greeted him. "We're both on this ride together, Leon. Just let go of the reigns and let me take you where I wish. I promise that you won't forget it… ever."
Was that supposed to be comforting… or a threat? He could never tell with her. The woman was such a damned mystery to him – a mystery that he had wanted to uncover for years. No matter how much material he'd read on her from dossiers and profiles however, she always ended up surprising him in one way or another – whether it was using him to complete her own objectives… or saving his life when he least expected it. And here tonight, he had been trying to maintain some level of control during the course of her visit, but now it seemed that his efforts were doomed to failure. Judging from how easily she had seized the reigns from his grasp, she had no doubt been with other men before and knew just how to have her way with them. Damn it! He was again warring with himself. Could he really go through with this? When he looked at her, though and saw her moving down the length of his body, he had his answer.
Ada's delicate hands ran along the edges of his hips before resting on his belt. Slowly she began to pull the leather strap through the loop and unbuckled it. Another gasp escaped him when he realized how close she was to his cock. Then she began to unbutton and unzip his pants, revealing his blue boxers that were barely containing the strain of his erection. Running her fingers under the elastic of his shorts, she took hold of them near either side of his hips and looked at him.
"Raise up, Leon."
He knew immediately what she wanted from him and did as he'd been asked. Once she had slid his clothing down his legs, she carefully pulled his pants off one leg at a time and then removed his socks. His cock was now free from its confines and was twitching wildly from his arousal.
"Bring your feet together," she said softly while standing at the edge of the bed.
Taking his pants, she began to pull out his belt. When he had positioned his feet close enough for her liking, Ada immediately snaked the leather strap behind his heels and pulled the loop tight. Not enough to cut off his circulation, but tight enough to keep him from moving anywhere. Once secured, she wrapped the belt around his ankles twice more before pulling the end through the middle of the knot and tied it to the brass footboard. Now he was completely immobilized – helpless and vulnerable to the Asian beauty.
Leon pulled his gaze from his bindings and back to her. He could hear his breathing quicken as another wave of anxiety rolled over him. She had been right – he'd never done anything like this before. Part of him was ashamed for appearing so green and inexperienced in front of her. But to his relief, she hadn't judged him about it. It was as if she was enjoying the fact that he hadn't been with many women, and that she could have her way with him now. She simply looked at him with that angelic complexion of hers that always seemed to turn his will into ash every time he saw it. He silently cursed her and himself. Why does she make me feel this way? Why am I so twisted and confused around her?
"Leon…" she called to him from the end of the bed. His eyes found hers. "Breathe, handsome. Slowly…"
He quickly realized that his chest was heaving. Nervousness and anxiety were beginning to get the better of him until he had heard her voice – her calming, soothing voice. Taking a deep breath, he let it out and repeated the process until he felt the gentle touch of her fingers trailing up the length of his right leg.
"That's it… just breathe. Easy does it," she cooed. Her voice was helping and soon his breathing returned to normal. "Are you okay?" She asked with some concern in her eyes.
"I'm alright, Ada… I was just..." he managed to say. Again he was fumbling for words – a continuous effect she had on him. "I'm fine."
"I'm happy to hear that," she said with a smile as she mounted the bed and straddled his belly, "because I can't stand this waiting any longer. I want to feel you touch me, Mr. Kennedy… right now!"
Looking at the bindings above his head and feet, he gave her a puzzled look. "How would you like me to do that?"
"Not with your hands, you silly man!" Ada smiled as she leaned toward him. Her right index finger ran along his lips. "Stick out your tongue for me."
He stared at the Asian woman for a brief moment admiring not only her beauty, but her commanding presence as well. She certainly knew what she wanted – a trait he wished that he shared with her. He surprised himself again by dutifully complying; opening his mouth and pushing out his tongue.
She gently brushed the bangs from his face and rewarded him with another smile as she slowly leaned over his head. Her breasts were now only scant inches from his mouth. His eyes went wide in order to drink in how beautiful each of them was. Below, he could feel his cock straining at his groin. God, he wanted her so much!
Slowly, she brought her right nipple to his tongue. Taking her breast in her hand, she carefully ran the dark tip across his wet smoothness. Involuntarily, he felt his body tremble at the touch. As he looked up at her, he could see her eyes roll back as she closed them and let out a long sigh. God have mercy… he thought to himself.
"Ohhh… Leon!" Ada purred as she repeated the motion.
At that moment, he wanted so much to take her breasts into his mouth and suckle them until his heart was content. Still, he had the presence of mind to realize that she hadn't asked him to do that just yet. Right now she was content to run her nipples across his tongue, and he wasn't about to argue. Slowly she alternated by teasing him with both of her tips. Once one had rolled across the flat of his tongue, she would immediately replace it with the other.
Looking up into her eyes, he saw her staring back at him. There was lust in her gaze. No … not just lust – hunger. Ada looked like a predator sizing up her meal, and he made no mistakes of whom the prey was that she was about to devour.
"I want you to suck my tits, Leon," her voice was filled with desire. "Do it… please!"
Please? She hadn't begged him once this entire night. He wanted to ponder its meaning further, but as soon as one of her breasts pressed against his lips, he abandoned rational thought and eagerly set out to perform his task. Another loud gasp escaped her as he closed his lips around her nipple. It was smooth and firm – hardened by her arousal. Ada's head tilted back; her mouth wide open as she exhaled loudly.
"Leon… God!" She whispered. He soon felt a hand work its way behind his head and through the strands of his hair. "Harder…" She said to him as she pushed his face into her breast.
He was more than happy to comply. He'd wanted a chance at her lovely breasts all night and was beyond himself with pleasure that she had let him loose to devour them with his attention. Being gentle was no longer a concern. Moving between both of them, he licked each nipple with his tongue before sucking in earnest. He then began to improvise his movements as he pulled his lips away. Taking his teeth, he gently bit down on the Asian beauty causing her to moan in pleasure above him. She made no mention for him to stop; it was clear to him that she wanted it rough and rough was what he'd give her. It was ironic considering that she appeared just as delicate as any other woman he'd ever encountered. But below the surface, he knew full well there lurked a dominant will of iron that hid itself behind the gentleness of her features. Ada Wong was a strong and intimidating woman. He had realized that about her when he had first met her in the RPD's underground parking garage. The skill and ease at which she had dispatched those zombie dogs was incredible to watch. Still, as strong as she was, she hadn't seen the last dog leap for her before he had shot it dead and saved her. The way her eyes had looked at him afterwards… the smile on her lips. He could feel that same tingle run down his spine again.
Time was lost to him. He hadn't even considered how long it was that he'd been worshiping her; he just knew that he wanted to make the most out of the time she had given him. To his displeasure, she soon pulled herself away forcing him to reluctantly release her nipple from his lips. Smiling down at him, she was breathing heavily herself from his attention. Her lips then kissed the bridge of his nose.
"Are you thirsty, handsome?" She asked in that same delicious voice that he loved.
The sudden question forced his mind to switch gears. Quickly, he realized how parched he was. Nodding his head he replied, "I am a bit, yes."
Running a finger along his cheek, she dismounted him and walked over to the desk. He followed her movements, unable to take his eyes off of her. She was just so… stunning. Ada obviously worked hard to maintain the beautiful shape of her body.
As if reading his mind, she asked, "Like what you see, Mr. Kennedy?" She hadn't turned around when she uncorked the bottle of champagne and poured the golden liquid into one of the glasses.
"Of course I do," he replied with a smile. "Have you seen your ass?"
He heard her giggle in response to his playful banter, but she didn't reply. When she did turn around to face him, she slowly drank the champagne while keeping her eyes fixed on his. When she had finished nearly half of the glass, she stopped and smiled at him without a word. He wasn't sure what to make of that silent stare she was giving him.
"You look amused. What is it?" He finally asked.
"You seem more settle now," she replied. "I'm glad to see that you're adjusting."
She was right. He'd been so focused on her and her delicious torments that he hadn't had time to be nervous about being tied down. Somehow she had managed to lead him through his fear once again. It was almost strange when he thought about it. Obviously she wanted him to please her, but she also appeared to want to help him through some of his own personal issues and hang-ups. And what was really confusing was that it didn't appear as if she was doing it for her own benefit. She seemed to be genuinely trying to make him stronger… for himself. Right now it felt as if all of the awkwardness and nerves had melted away leaving a new man born from their shell.
He smiled back at her. "A lot of that is because of you. You are an amazing woman, Ada."
Ada gazed at him for a long moment, her eyes never wavering from his. "Not as amazing as the man lying before me."
"Stop it," he said in feigned embarrassment. "Any more of that talk, and it'll all go to my head."
"I certainly hope so," she said with a smile as she looked down at his semi-erect cock. Her attention alone seemed to make it rise once more. "But first, I promised you a drink."
Holding the half-empty glass in her hand, Ada made her way back to him and straddled his body once more. Leaning over him, she smiled down and whispered. "Open you mouth, Leon – nice and wide."
Doing as he was told, she slowly dangled her left breast in front of him. Looking up, he saw her move the glass down to her chest and pressed the lip against her skin. Ever so slowly she tipped the glass upwards, and soon the golden liquid ran down her beautiful breast until it reached her nipple and poured into his mouth. Whatever its brand, it was delicious when it touched his tongue. After a few seconds, she stopped and allowed him a moment to swallow before repeating the process again.
Leon felt inflamed with a newfound sense of lust and passion for her. Never in his life had he done anything close to this. Ada was truly a marvel – a woman not only able to push him into the unknown with her lead, but also able to tease and torment him in some of the most debauched ways possible. As much as he wanted her at that moment, it was probably best that she hadn't touched him yet, or else he feared coming all over the bed at the slightest touch of her fingers.
As the last of the champagne dripped from her nipple and into his mouth, Ada slowly placed her breast against his lips and said, "Get the rest, Mr. Kennedy."
With long full motions of his tongue, he began to gently rub all across her gorgeous flesh seeking out every stray drop that remained. He was in absolute heaven. The greatest feeling in the world at that moment was being able to touch the Asian beauty whom he had wanted since Raccoon City.
After giving him enough time to finish his task, Ada once again pulled away and crouched against his body. He felt her nipples digging into his chest as her face approached his. The warm sensation of her tongue then pressed against his cheek and lower neck. Some of the champagne had spilled down his mouth as she gave him his drink. Now she was making sure that not a drop on his body was wasted either. Leon closed his eyes and silently thought about how warm and inviting she felt as she lay against him.
"You've been such a good boy tonight, Leon," she whispered against his ear causing his head to swim. "I think that deserves a little reward, don't you agree?"
"Yes," he replied quickly. He was so eager at the mere mention of a reward that he was again as hard as a rock. What in the hell had she done to him?
Dismounting him once more, she stood at the side of the bed and looked down at him. Her lovely long legs were right there next to his face. If he hadn't been handcuffed to the bed frame, he would have been able to cross the few inches separating them and touch her. Damn it!
"Earlier I promised you a chance to properly admire my ass," she replied. "I'm a woman of my word so I think its time I deliver."
With that, she turned around and showed him the lovely curve of her buttocks. Taking her panties in her thumbs, she slowly began to shimmy them over her hips. As the black fabric ran past her cheeks, she bent at the waist, giving him a perfect view of what they'd been concealing this whole time. Her womanhood was freshly shaven and looked absolutely inviting causing the strain in his groin to become more painful by the minute. Considering everything he had seen and felt this night, it was a small wonder it was still attached. The panties slid down her thighs with ease, and she gently kicked them to the side with her stiletto heel. Leon was at a loss for words.
"Do you like, Leon?" She asked playfully.
He nodded his head. "Yes, Ada. I do."
"You've been worshiping me like a queen all night. Perhaps its time I sat on my throne."
She mounted the bed again, but this time she brought her right knee up by his outstretched right arm. Swinging her elegant left leg over his head, she was now kneeling directly over top of him. Looking up at the moist opening of her sex, he trembled with anticipation of what she was about to do. He was scared and excited all over again.
Leon watched in silent fascination as Ada slowly lowered her body down onto his waiting mouth. No sooner had she pressed herself against him when he began to set out pleasuring the lovely spy. She was so wet – aroused by everything she had done to him and perhaps still planned to do. He silently prayed that this would continue on for a delicious eternity, but due to an unspoken commitment to the woman, he brought his focus back to her. With the flat of his tongue, he started at the top near her clit and slowly passed between the lips of her womanhood. When he reached the end of her path, he began again. Above him he could hear her gasp in response. He continued on, savoring the taste of her while still wrapping his mind around the fact that this was really happening. It was almost like a dream, but one where there was no question – Ada Wong was here in his bed, and she was straddling his face while he pleasured her. This was beyond any fantasy he'd ever had.
Without warning he suddenly felt a finger run up the delicate underside of his shaft. A moan escaped him which elicited a delightful purr from Ada.
"My, that's a big cock you have there, Mr. Kennedy," she cooed. "I'm not sure if a little girl like me can take something that size, but if you're a good boy and make me cum with that tongue of yours, I'll show you all of the wonderful things I can do with my mouth."
Leon heard himself moan into the moist opening of her sex. Between her promise of another reward and the circling of her index finger around his shaft, his mind was overloaded with the possibilities. Below his waist, his groin was on fire while he strained against her torturous touch. He was helpless to fight against it. All he could do was lie there while she tormented him. It was horrible and beautiful all at once. Moaning once more, he began to lick her faster in long strokes with the flat of his tongue. He heard her gasp again while her movements along his cock were driving him insane with pleasure. He would need to be careful, or he risked ruining this time with her. Focus on pleasing her and not yourself, he thought. If he could shift his thought process perhaps he could put his full attention on her and still enjoy what she was doing to him without the fear of coming too soon.
Thinking about how soft and wet Ada was, he began to lick her even faster along the hard mound of her clitoris. Almost immediately he felt her finger let go of him as she sat up straight. She cried out his name and began to moan as she ground her pelvis against his face. Her moan soon turned into a scream as her hand went to her clit. She began to rub herself frantically while he moved his tongue down between her lips and into her opening. Another scream pierced the room.
"Oh my God… LEON!" She gasped as her fingers slowed and then stopped. "You made that one… sneak up on me… you clever man!"
He turned his face and planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh as he let out a deep sigh full of satisfaction. "I aim to please, Ada. I wanted you to enjoy that."
"You have no idea! God!" She gasped once more as she slowly pulled herself from his face. "You have some hidden talents, Mr. Kennedy," she said as she began to crawl down his body.
When she reached his cock, she turned and straddled his legs. "Close your eyes and relax," she whispered. "Let me take you away from here."
Leon closed his eyes and felt her hand gently grasp him. Just as quick, her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft until she reached his dripping tip. He moaned at the sensations that were shooting out of him. When she teased him like that a second time, he quickly felt his manhood disappear inside her mouth. His heart was beating hard – not with fear, but with a desire that had consumed him whole. Right now no one else in this world existed but her. Her velvet tongue was beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. There was no question that Ada was an experienced woman who knew how to please a man. A beautiful woman like her wouldn't be running around the world celibate her entire life. But tonight she was here with him. How had he been so lucky? Did she truly want him that much?
His attention was brought back to her as he felt her take him into her mouth again. Looking down, he watched as his shaft slowly disappeared inside before she moved back toward his tip. Her tongue then ran along the underside of his head causing him to moan before surrendering to her mouth once more. It felt as if his entire groin was on fire. He'd been so hard for so long that now he was aching for release. No… he thought, Not yet. I want her too much. So he laid there bound wrist and feet enjoying the painful pleasure she was putting him through. The way her eyes met his – her look held her knowledge of his agony, but she was once again pushing his endurance to strengthen his resolve… and most likely to suit her own ends as well. He wasn't that naïve after all.
"This waiting is killing me, Leon," she gasped. "No more foreplay. I want you, and I'm going to take you right now!" She crawled up and straddled his hips; his cock was already straining to find her. Looking down into his eyes, her face once again held the smile of a huntress about to devour her prized kill. "Have you ever been fucked by a woman before, Leon?" She asked.
He wasn't sure what to make of that question. He'd had other women in the past, to which a few had ridden him while he lay on his back. Was that what she was referring to? "Yes, Ada. I've had…"
"No you haven't," she interrupted. "I'm sure you've had women ride your cock, but you've never let one of them fuck you before, have you?"
He felt the puzzled look show on his face. Ada smiled and leaned over him, running her tongue over his lips. She then went to his ear.
"You've never let a woman make you completely helpless," she whispered seductively. "To tie you up and use you for her own pleasure. When you're no longer in control, and she takes you inside of her at her pace – only when that happens does she fuck you, Mr. Kennedy." She moved up to face him and smiled. "And you are about to be fucked."
That made him a bit nervous, but there was also a strange feeling of excitement, too. She was right – he'd never had that type of act happen to him before. He'd always thought of sex as simply that – sex. It felt good and was fun to do, but he had never considered how much more there could be to it.
His attention quickly shifted back to Ada when he felt her hand on him. She was pointing him toward her waiting sex as she slowly lowered herself down. He held his breath as soon as he felt his head make contact with her wet opening. She was ready for him, and soon his shaft began to slide in with ease. Slowly, inch by inch, she began take all of him. When he looked up at her face, he could see her eyes close, and her ruby lips pressed tightly together forming a line. When the last of his cock was inside of her, she pressed her knees down on the sheets next to his body. As if on cue, both of them exhaled together. His long-time fantasy was now a reality.
Remaining still, Ada tilted her head back and moaned as her fingers pressed against his abs. When she came back down, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Leon…" she gasped, "I've wanted you for so long. I'm tired of fucking men I don't care about, but you… you deserve me."
With that, she slowly began to move herself up and then back down on him. He wanted to moan, to scream, to tell her how much he was enjoying her, but he didn't. He wasn't about to spoil this moment with any words. Instead he began to breathe through his nose in an effort to keep quiet. He wanted to watch the Asian goddess above him enjoying the pleasure of fucking him.
Again he surprised himself by his reaction to all of this. What was happening to him? He'd been so preoccupied with putting his hands on her all night, but now if that wasn't in the cards, then he could live with it. Right now he just wanted her to fuck him right here on this bed. He wanted to feel how hot and wet she was for him. That was what he wanted.
Slowly, she increased her movements as her hands found their way to his chest. Her delicious moans filled the room with her pleasure. Leon simply laid there and watched. Being helpless to touch her had been maddeningly frustrating at first, but he was also excited by the sheer submissiveness of his predicament. She had once again shown him things about himself that he hadn't known. The wet smoothness of her sex was everything he could have hoped it would be and more. She was so beautiful, and he was the one lucky enough to be with her. His groin was aching painfully under her assault as she continued moving her hips faster. Suddenly, he felt it starting to build within him.
"Ada," he gasped, "I'm…"
He hadn't had time to complete the sentence when she stopped, and he then felt a biting pain in his chest.
"GOOOOOD DAAAAMN IT!" He grunted loudly through clenched teeth. Looking down, he saw her nails dig into his chest and scratch him hard the entire length of his body. Long red marks quickly began forming on his flesh followed by several places where the skin had been broken.
"Don't you dare, Leon!" She hissed. "Don't you fucking dare, or I'll tear you apart!"
Somehow the pain had the desired effect as his building release was quickly deflated. Letting out a deep breath, Leon closed his eyes to get a handle on himself before she continued.
Soon he heard her voice again as it wormed its way inside his head. "I think you're enjoying this more than you let on, Leon," he heard her say. "Make me come one more time, and I'll release you. You can then take me until your heart's content. How does that sound?"
"Jesus… Ada!" He moaned. His heart was beating so hard in his chest. He didn't know how much more of this he could take until she either released him, or he died from heart failure.
"Can you last that long, handsome?" She cooed as her fingers found his cheek.
Opening his eyes, he looked up at her. "I want to make you come, Ada. Whatever it takes; whatever I have to do – that's what I want."
"I might have to claw you again if you get close. Are you up for that?"
He looked into her eyes knowing the truth in his words. His resolve was steeled. "Whatever it takes."
Ada smiled and leaned forward to kiss his lips. Once again she began to move her hips as the two of them began their dance. This time however, instead of sitting upright to fuck him, she remained over his body while she gently kissed his lips and cheek. She was being more intimate with him this time as if she no longer cared about portraying herself as the alpha female running the show. It still amazed him how fast her moods could change. The woman was a true enigma; a mystery he could spend his whole life attempting to unravel but in the end he'd be right back where he started – no where.
Breaking their kiss, she suddenly pushed herself up on her left hand while her right slid down between her legs. "Oh God… Leon… I'm…!" She began to moan.
"Come for me, Ada," he whispered to her. "I want to watch you enjoy me."
Almost immediately she arched her body backwards and screamed when it hit. Looking up at her, he could feel his smile widen as he watched Ada pass through the throes of the pleasure that he was responsible for giving her. He had wanted her more than any other woman he'd ever known, and deep down he knew that there was nothing in this world he would deny her if she asked it of him. Ada Wong had him wrapped around her finger – there was no question about that. It had always been her that he had wanted.
When her bliss subsided, Ada draped herself over his body. Turning her head, she planted a tender kiss on his cheek. "Leon… that was… incredible."
"I wanted you to enjoy that, Ada." He replied; the smile growing on his lips.
Smiling in turn, she kissed him again. "Now you understand what it means to please a woman in bed. You must take your mind away from you own desires and focus solely on hers." Ada then turned her attention to his wrists bound above his head. "I think it's passed time I released you. I want to feel you ravish me, Leon. I want to feel your hands on me."
She got up and retrieved the key from the desk and began unlocking the handcuffs. Once free, he brought his hands down and began to rub the stiffness in his wrists. Ada walked to the foot of the bed and began untying the belt from around his ankles. Parting his legs, he turned and sat up on the edge of the bed. She walked toward him and was now standing directly in front of him. Her eyes were alight with mystery as her lips curved upwards into a smile. Reaching her hands out to him, she once again beckoned him with her fingers. Cautiously, he reached for them, but she made no attempt to stop him this time. Taking her hands in his, he stood up and looked at her. Her inviting smile was still there – still tempting him.
Reaching up, he put his right hand behind her head and pulled her against him. His left went to the warm smoothness of her hip. With his lips on hers, he gave her a warm insistent kiss that was full of unspoken want – his want. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.
Running his hands down her body, he grabbed her lovely ass and lifted her up. Almost immediately she took his cue and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was initially going to throw her down on the bed, but she had already claimed it as her own when they had started. What he needed right now was a place he could have as his. He then noticed the table out of the corner of his eye.
Carrying Ada in his hands, he gently set her down on the table's edge and laid her out along its length. He was raging hard. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to ram himself inside of her and make her scream his name. But he soon recalled the words she had spoken to him and that gave him pause. "Now you understand what it means to please a woman in bed. You must take your mind away from your own desires and focus solely on hers…"
"Fuck me, Leon," he heard her whisper. "I know you want to."
God help him, he did want to fuck her… but he also couldn't allow himself be that callous – or selfish. He wasn't about to allow his desires to ruin this moment with her.
"No," he heard himself say. "I want to watch you enjoy this, Ada – all of it. I want to finish how we started – with me pleasing you."
She smiled and reached up to gently touch the red lines on his chest. Her eyes showed a genuine softness he hadn't expected to see from her. It was as if right now he was actually seeing her – the real Ada Wong. "Slow at first," she said with a smile, "and then build yourself up."
Her eyes closed, and a contented sigh escaped her lips when he entered her again. When she looked back up at him, he saw that same soft expression in her eyes. "I want you, Leon Scott Kennedy."
There was no hesitation in his response. "I want you, Ada Wong."
It was a true moment between them. Whatever they had done in their past seemed irrelevant. They were here together and that was all that mattered. Their eyes gazed into each other's as if they were silently reaffirming their unspoken commitment to one another while he gently thrust his hips against her; her legs resting over his arms.
Ada Wong was a spy; a killer, but she was also the temptress to his heart. The lines were quickly blurring between enemy and lover. She'd never been an "enemy" to him in the true sense of the word as he had never been one to her. Even when they had crossed paths, she had looked out for him despite using him to serve her own ends. There was already mutual respect and admiration between the two of them… and they both felt the chemistry as well. He wanted this moment to last forever regardless of how forbidden it was. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake from it. This was where he wanted to be.
Despite all that he wanted however, he couldn't hold back his desire for her any longer. "Ada…" he gasped.
She looked at him; her eyes full of understanding. "I know, Leon," she whispered. "Don't hold back anymore. I want you to."
Her words were his release, and so he let go. Grabbing her breasts tightly in his hands, he began bucking into her as the feeling washed over him. Her name was all that echoed from his lips as he spent himself inside of her. The pain of his release rippled throughout his groin causing him to groan loud and long at the sensations flooding him. Leaning over her body, he felt her hands moving through his hair in a soothing motion as the last of it passed from him; bringing him down ever so gently.
When it was over, he was panting for breath as he released his hold on her and placed his hands on the table. The sweat was pouring out of him. He could feel the cool kiss of the air as it passed over his body.
Ada sat up and took his face in her hands as she brought her lips to his. They had both been overwhelmed with what had just taken place between them, and the gentle kiss was like a soothing balm for his soul. His arms quickly wrapped themselves around her.
"That was amazing, handsome," she replied as she touched her forehead to his. "Even better than I had imagined."
He took her delicate face in his hands and simply took a quiet moment to look at her. She wasn't running away this time. She was here… with him, and with that he felt his smile grow. The woman before him was so beautiful. He wanted to tell her right then how much he cared about her and what she meant to him; how he wanted the two of them to just run away together right now and leave their lives behind… but he didn't. Some words it seemed were best left unspoken. Whatever they were now – lovers, adversaries, friends, enemies – they were part of two separate and volatile worlds. That alone was a dangerous combination – like a modern day Romeo and Juliet story, but on a much larger political stage… and with much more at stake.
"Ada," he said at last. "You are an amazing woman."
Her smile was warm and inviting… and all his. "And you are an incredible man, Mr. Kennedy."
"So…" he replied slowly, "where do we go from here?"
"Well," she responded as she ran her index finger down the bridge of his nose. "I don't know about you, but I'm up for an encore. You game?"
He felt his smile return as he lifted her off of the table without a second thought and carried her back to the bed.
*** The Next Morning ***
BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…
Leon began to open his eyes at the sound of the alarm clock blaring behind him. Turning to look over his shoulder, he noticed the time – 7:30 in the morning. Reaching over to the night stand, he pressed the off button and turned back on his side. Without thinking, his right hand began to feel for her body lying next to him… but strangely he felt nothing.
"Ada…?" He was still a bit groggy, but as he looked over at the opposite side of the bed, he felt his heart constrict in his chest. She was gone. No…
Sitting up, he called out her name again hoping against the truth that was becoming plain to see – Ada had left… just like she always did. She was a like a specter that appeared when she willed and then left when she was through. Balling his hands into fists, he pressed them tightly to his temples.
She left me again… She left me, and she didn't even say good-bye. Despite the beautiful night the two of them had, Leon was filled with a deep well of sadness knowing that she was gone. Now, anger was beginning to find him. Damn you, Ada! Why!?
He threw the blankets off of his naked body and swung his legs over the side of the bed. It was a mistake he'd soon realize. His groin screamed in protest as did the aching stiffness in his wrists and ankles. He had to sit there for a moment before he felt safe enough to stand. His whole body felt as if it had been put through the wringer.
When he felt able, he stood and walked around the bed toward the bathroom. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and he stopped. There on the table was a white napkin and a wrapped package placed right where he would see it. It was a note written in her hand writing.
"I waited until you were asleep to make my exit. I'm sorry about that, but you know how it is with our current circumstances. I just wanted to let you know that last night was wonderful, and I promise you this - I'll see you again one day, Leon. XOXO – Love, Ada" At the bottom right edge was the red imprint of her lips.
For a moment, Leon just stood and stared at the message she had left. Gently taking it into his hands, he lifted it toward his nose and could smell the scent of her perfume that lingered on it. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Initially he'd been angry at her abrupt departure, but he had to rationally ask himself a question. Did he really expect her to stay until morning and put herself in even greater danger? This note had been the good-bye he'd been looking for and soon a smile spread across his face.
Setting down the napkin, he picked up the package that was wrapped in red foil with a pink bow on it. "Very cute," he replied as he began to unwrap it.
Pulling off the paper he was confronted with a white box. He then proceeded to open it and pulled out its contents. It was a snow globe not more than six inches tall. Inside it contained the Eiffel Tower and a small couple in a dancing pose in front of it. At the base of the globe it simply said "Paris, France – City of Love".
He let out a chuckle as he looked at the present she had left him. Walking over to the window of his room, Leon looked out on the city now that it was beginning to wake with dawn's light. He upended the globe and then quickly turned it back. Holding it in the sunlight, he watched as the snow fell upon the quiet scene and a strange feeling of tranquility washed over him. For a brief moment, his battered mind had found a sliver of peace in all these long years.
"Thanks, Ada."
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That Night - An Ada Wong and Leon Kennedy Story