Chapter 16 - Wild Thoughts

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⚠️This chapter contains a quite graphic description of sexual themes. If you want to skip that part that starts with (!!!) this, you may read the rest where it starts with this (*)!⚠️

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The night descends gradually, having Claire return from Wiskay to an unexpected sight—Chris working inside the base. Piers is absent and Carlos, as usual, is occupied on his laptop. Meanwhile, Luis is in the laboratory monitoring carefully the process of the deceased Ganados. Leon's presence, however, remains missing.

Claire takes a deep breath, taking in the image before her and soon approaching her older brother, holding a small bag with some food for him. Placing it on the table beside him, she can't help but notice how Chris remains deeply engrossed in his work. He had been a lot more distant the past few days, barely talking with anyone, leaving many questions unanswered.

"Chris, we need to talk," Claire speaks up, her voice firm, with a determination that's all over her face. 

Chris's attention momentarily leaves his work, looking up to her.

"About what?"

"About the team losing its doctor so abruptly," she says, her arms slowly crossing. Both she and Leon had persistently pressed Chris for answers on this matter in this small period of time, making Chris lean back on his chair with a sigh. "What happened, Chris? Why did (y/n) leave so suddenly?"

He glances at the food in the bag, temporarily silenced by the question. Slowly, he leans closer to Claire. "She wanted to leave, and I had to respect her decision," he explains in an almost whispery voice.

"Out of nowhere in the middle of a mission? Why did you let her leave in such a critical situation? That's so unlike you," 

"Piers is searching for a new doctor as we speak. We should have a replacement by the end of the week, and then we can continue from where we left off," Chris replies, avoiding answering her question. His eyes return to the papers and his hands flip through pages on his desk.

"You're still not answering my question, Chris. What the hell is going on?" Claire persists, her concern begins to mount. He hesitates for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet his sister's once more.

"I spoke with Vector and Vera."

7:51 P.M

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You and Leon make your way into the Weekends bar, a place that now only reminds you of the night you cut ties with Sadie so abruptly, and the night you met Leon in such an unusual way.

It felt like just yesterday, yet it had been only 3 months....time seems to fly by so fast...

Looking around, the lights appear in low volume, remaining with the dark red colors adorning the walls and the wooden floor creaking with every step taken. Waiters pacing back and forth, holding trays filled with drinks among the bustling crowd, bartenders skillfully pouring liquids into glasses, and the beat of the song Fallin' by Alicia Keys pulsing in your ears.

"Wanna sit there?" Leon gestures, indicating an isolated corner. The perfect spot for someone as introverted as you.

"Sure," you reply. Leon gives a firm nod, allowing you to lead the way, following in step behind you.

Soon enough, you both reach the table. You nestle at the corner of the couch, next to the wall, and Leon instead of sitting across from you, sits right beside you. As you remove your jacket, he simply adjusts his by the collar, discreetly concealing his shoulder holster.

You are still surprised at why Leon had come to your house in the first place, especially since he made it clear this meeting isn't going to be about asking you to rejoin the team. You decide not to think big about this abrupt encounter with Leon and just see how this night will go.  

Even though you can't help but think: What are his intentions? 

With a purposeful gesture, Leon motions for a passing waiter, who promptly makes his way over to your table.

"Good evening. What can I get you two?" 

"I'll have a Vodka. Neat," Leon requests, his demeanor calm but stern. The waiter notes down before shifting attention to you.

"And what about you?"

Now, you hate alcohol, but in the past few days, it actually became your solace. It really helped you loosen up from the heavy weight you've been carrying alone the past few days, specifically the haunting memories of the deceased Ganados. It was as if, for a few hours, you could magically forget about it, along with all the problems in general.

"I'll have some whiskey," you request, offering a faint smile. The waiter stands still, waiting for you to specify further. Upon noticing your hesitation, he asks,

"Do you need it neat, on the rocks?" 

You blink at his question. "What's the difference?"

"On the rocks means serving it with ice. Neat, served straight from the bottle."

"Oh- uhm. Neat I guess," with a nod, the waiter takes note of your order and then leaves. Leon eases back into the dark cherry-red leather couch, his attention fixed on the surroundings, studying every detail. Meanwhile, you shift your gaze to the table, lost in the rhythm of the song in the background.

You both sit in silence for a bit. Not that you are surprised anymore. It is literally one of the most usual and expected parts of your interactions with Leon. However, you notice that for the first time, you don't feel...anxious around him. You don't feel the need to start a conversation with him to break the awkwardness for once. You simply don't feel nervous, even though it is just the two of you in a bar. Not in the base, not in any other professional setting. Instead, you feel extremely relaxed. But, of course, getting closer to Leon doesn't mean he views you any differently.

Perhaps, as partners, you developed a deeper connection. Yet, in his eyes, you probably remain a one indifferent nurse. And fuck, you hate that. You hate that with your heart. But it is something you have to accept, and instead of suppressing your feelings for him, you can just wait for them to fade...naturally?

Lifting your gaze for a bit to reorient yourself, you find yourself unexpectedly locking eyes with Leon. He does not break eye contact. His unwavering gaze remains on yours, as if he's trying to study your feelings, what you're thinking right now. You avert your eyes, feeling the awkwardness building within you. Maintaining eye contact has always been a pure challenge for you...especially with Leon. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

 Leon shifts his gaze elsewhere too, placing his hand on the wooden table. His fingers move gracefully, creating a mild tapping against the surface, barely audible amidst the background hum of chatter and music. Following the taps, your eyes soon land on his hand that you stitched nearly weeks ago, finding that the gauze is no longer wrapped around his palm. 

"How's your hand?" you ask, genuinely concerned for his healing progress. His attention shifts to his palm, lifting it from the table to examine the stitches after your question. "I see you took off the gauze."

"I took the initiative since you weren't around," he comments, subtly steering the conversation toward the true reason for inviting you for a drink. A pang of disappointment tugs you, though it was hardly surprising. You literally expected it.

"Right," you scoff lightly, your irritation clear, though you can't entirely blame him. He was right after all. You left the team in boiling water. "Well, now with the new doctor, they'll take care of you just fine."

Leon doesn't respond. Once again, silence settles between you two, amidst the bar's chaos, for a clean minute. You turn your attention to your fingers, keeping them occupied, while you take a subtle swallow. The aftertaste of red wine still lingers on your tongue. Leon on the other hand doesn't utter a word, patiently awaiting the arrival of your orders. But this stillness gradually begins to piss you off. Had he brought you all the way to this bar just to sit in silence? For fuck sake.

"So...is this the reason we met up? To sit in silence?" you inquire, your patience slowly starts to run thin. He stays still, his eyes betraying a hint of hesitation showing that he has something on his mind but is struggling to say it. You nod lightly to his continued silence, though inside, you can't help but let out an internal sigh of exasperation.

"No," he suddenly speaks up, his voice low and steady. "I have a question. And I hope I'll get a straight answer from you."

"Okay. What is it?" 

That's when he looks at you and leans closer.

"Why did you leave the team so abruptly?" he asks, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice remains low, seeming almost impatient for an answer. "You left without giving any explanation."

Another scoff leaves your nostrils, looking away briefly. Of course. Why else would he ask you out for a drink so suddenly?

"I thought you didn't want to see me to ask me to return to the team-"

"I asked to see you to get an explanation for why you left. It's completely different," he interjects, correcting you.

Talking about being direct...

You take a deep breath, feeling the blame literally shower you. You shake your head softly. "Even if I tell you, you won't understand, Leon—"

"Try me," he insists, leaning back on the couch. You remain silent for a few seconds. Right before you speak, the conversation pauses briefly as the waiter places your orders before you and Leon. Once he walks away, you slowly take the glass in your hands, sipping your bittersweet whiskey. The alcohol adds to your sorrow.

"...One of the infectors you brought that night," you begin, speaking quietly. Closing your eyes briefly, the same images start to resurface—the letter...the scene. "The woman was pregnant."

Leon stays silent and motionless. His face softens, his brows knit together, giving him a look of mild sympathy. After a few seconds, he takes the first sip of his vodka. Then, he replies, "I know."

You lift your gaze to meet his. "I read the letter," he finishes. You take another sip of the solid neat whiskey, before placing it back on the table. You lick your wet lips slowly before continuing,

"Try to undersand- Just seeing an innocent and harmless woman suffer, when she had her whole life ahead of her, being taken away like that..felt like a warning to me," you confess. "I don't want to end up...like her, Leon." Leon's attention remains focused on you, his expression attentive. As you speak, a thought crosses your mind—is he judging you? Or perhaps he's just maintaining his characteristic indifference to everything he hears? "I know you probably think that I shouldn't react like this since I am a nurse and have seen...things but," you sigh, toying with your glass.

"No," Leon replies immediately, his voice was firm. "I never thought that."

"Right," you murmur with a faintly ironic smirk playing on your lips. You lightly shake your head before taking another sip. Guilt washes over you as your palm automatically recalls the touch of the deceased woman's belly. Slowly, you tighten it. "The moment I read that letter, and saw how desperate she was to get out," you continue, trying to explain your feelings. "The woman, the constant need to prove my worth to Piers, the parasite and all..." you stop, squeezing the bridge of your nose, and closing your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by all this pure fucking mess. "...Maybe I'm a coward at the end of it.. too weak for something like th-"

"You're not a coward nor weak," Leon interrupts, speaking almost defensively. Suddenly, you sense him leaning closer to you, but you avoid making eye contact. His voice softens, filled with sincerity. "It's okay to be afraid, you know," he says gently. "But you can't run. You gotta keep moving forward." 

"That's what I'm trying to do, Leon. Move forward,"

"And you think leaving the team will help you do that?" Leon questions, his eyes now focused intently on your features. "Why did you become a nurse?"

Looking back at him, you furrow your brows lightly, taken aback by his sudden question.

You surely are now a nursing student because your parents wanted you to, but the tiny part in you that makes you stay in the medical field is, "To help people, save lives of course. This is the only thing that keeps me in this... shit-ass field." you reply with a hint of bitterness seeping into your voice. 

"That means we are on the same page," he almost mumbles, before looking back at you. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that this is the reason why I followed this path in my life too. To protect innocent lives from facing the same fate as that woman, and stop the evil by any means necessary. This, is the reason why we are partners," he pauses, his hand gently reaching your shoulder, looking at your uncertainty. 

"I want you to trust me, (y/n). We will beat this. Together."

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8:20 P.M

Luis releases a sigh, carefully removing his gloves and setting aside his glasses. He eases back on his stool, having finished his examination under the microscope. Gathering blood samples he had extracted from the island's deceased, and the recent Ganados, he prepares to continue his research. As he returns to the counter, he delicately places the small samples onto the microscope's surface, diligently tending to his tasks.

Silently, Claire enters the base's laboratory, to find him immersed in his job. Seconds later, he pulls away once more and turns to face her. Upon spotting Claire, a knowing grin creeps across his features.

"There she is," he greets her, adjusting his apron. Claire lightly chuckles, walking up to Luis.

"How's work going?"

"It's going alright, eh," he pauses, glancing at the corpses. "Just conducting some blood sample tests, to detect any potential parasite mutations."

"Are the parasites still active on the recent infectors?"Luis steps aside, revealing the severed arm of one of the corpses. Claire's expression wrinkles up in disgust.

"You see those small tentacles are still wriggling at the base of the arm? Consider that as a yes, señorita. But they are extremely weak now because it's the fourth day after the Ganado passed. The parasite begins to perish." He clinically explains.

"Jesus Christ," Claire breathes. "Can't say I blame (y/n) for leaving now." 

Luis lets out a light chuckle, though his smile gradually fades. "So that's it, eh? Looking for a new doc?" 

"Looks like it," Claire sighs, folding her arms slowly. "Chris mentioned Piers is on the lookout. Hopefully, he'll find someone we can trust."

"Well, you can't not trust Piers. Kid's young, but smart. He's gonna find a good one, I can feel it." Claire nods in agreement with Luis, briefly scanning his laboratory with her eyes.

"Yeah, let's hope so..."

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8:34 P.M

Leon lowers the glass, his Adam's apple subtly moving as he swallows the fiery sip of vodka. His gaze lingers on the elegantly shaped glass, his fingers idly tracing its rim. In the meantime, you rest your head against your palm, trying to maintain your soberness and keep your mind clear for the past forty minutes as the alcohol starts to make your head feel a little light. 

"Not much of a drinker, huh?" Leon's question draws you away from your foggy thoughts, making you look at him. 

"What makes you say that?"

"You seem quite out of it," he observes, eyeing your glass. "I think you should ease up on the drinking."

You don't directly respond, instead following his gaze to your glass. "I'm fine, just lost in thought. I can handle one drink." Leon's eyes study you, a blend of sternness and concern seems evident in his expression. Without any objections, he leans forward, savoring his drink in his own way. After a few seconds, his attention returns to you. Leon continues to speak, but you begin to drift away once again, observing Leon's face...in a somehow different way.

The way his dark grumpy gaze contrasts with his brightly colored eyes, the strands of his honey blonde hair gently falling across his face with each nod...He looks so tempting...so attractive in your eyes right now, you can really feel a weird surge of emotion coursing through you, an internal feeling you didn't feel before towards Leon.

It wasn't affection, nor was it sympathy or any other sentiment—instead, it seemed to be something...more visceral. Lust.

"You alright?" Leon's voice brings you back to the present, snapping you from your brief daydream once again.

"Yeah—yes, I'm fine. I'm listening to you very closely," you immediately reply, sipping on your whiskey. This motherfucker is bitter as hell. How can Leon enjoy drinking shit like this occasionally? "You were saying?"

Leon pauses momentarily, taking another sip from his own glass before he resumes speaking. Your thoughts, however, remain fixated solely on his attractive face, and commanding presence.

How his pale pink lips glisten under the low lights, how his tongue slowly glides across them, licking off the remnants of the vodka—these details begin to occupy your mind as you find it extremely difficult to focus on the subject he's talking about. You can't hear his words. Only his deep voice, that mingles with the ambient noise.

At that moment you begin to wonder. Is it the alcohol's influence, or something deeper than your usual cute romantic interest towards Leon? Something more..intimate?

If it is while your feelings keep getting guided by Leon's mixed signals too, you're doomed.

Fuck you, Leon.

"—I know it's not easy, and what you have seen has been very terrifying to you," Leon's gentle and understanding voice breaks through your mental haze, starting to comprehend what he's actually saying, and oh boy you feel like total shit right now. Leon is trying to comfort you, but you have other things on your mind, things you're struggling to control. 

Unfuck you, Leon.

He breaks eye contact mid-sentence, his fingers tracing delicately along the rim of his half-empty glass before he grips it firmly. "But I promise you, as long as you're under my watch, no one will lay a finger on you anymore," he vows, prompting a sarcastic chuckle from you.

"Hmph...Are you going to be my personal guardian, Leon?" You blurt out, speaking without filtering your words. So you better zip it up before you say something you will regret later.

"If necessary, yes, I will," he replies firmly, without hesitation. His voice filled with determination and reassurance. Your brows furrow, displaying that you're in thought. "You prefer to walk away, instead of helping us give justice to the woman you've been grieving silently for the past few days?" Leon pauses, leaning slowly back on the couch. He fucking knows you, and it shows by pressing your most vulnerable buttons. "So, what's it gonna be? Are you going to return to the team? Or I'm fighting a losing battle?" Leon finishes with a critical question. 

You clear your throat, biting your bottom lip briefly. The thought of going back to that team after everything doesn't sit right with you. You just want this conversation to stop- "I think it's best if we get going,"

"Right after you answer my question," he insists. You look away, still not sure of what to answer to him. You don't want to go back there. The only reason you would even consider it...is for Chris and Claire, but joining the team because of them got you where you are now.

You don't want to return.

Leon looks away, nodding lightly, taking your silence as a negative answer. Downing the last drop of his vodka, he places the glass back on the table and retrieves his wallet from his inner jacket pocket. "It's on me," Leon says softly, tossing money on the table before rising slowly. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

You nod, slipping on your jacket, unable to finish your drink. Standing up, you slowly follow Leon to the exit of the bar. You know he probably hates you right now, but you already made your decision, and no one will change it. You want to stay alive, and as far as possible from this sickening mess.

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8:46P.M

Chris steps out of his car, closing the door behind him while his gaze is fixed on the luminous windows of (y/n)'s house. Taking Claire's advice, and choosing to dismiss Vector and Vera's warnings, he decides to walk towards the building. This mission started with (y/n) as a part of a the team, now that they are close to the end, he is unwilling to let it go to waste and risk the lives of millions of people. (y/n) is the only "team's doctor" Chris can trust.

Pressing the doorbell, Chris adjusts his black coat, his anticipation begins to build. Footsteps approaching echo, and he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the encounter.

Yet, surprise quickly replaces his confusion as his eyes widen upon seeing her, an immediately recognizing her. "Ava..." 

"Chris?" Ava asks, mirroring Chris's shocked reaction. His gaze softens at the sound of her voice. They both stand in silence, their eyes scanning each other's appearances, and how much they both have grown up. How much they both changed. Chris takes a step closer towards Ava.

"It's been so long..." he speaks softly, genuinely amazed.

"11 years..." Ava whispers, her gaze unwavering. Memories of their shared past drown her mind, the images of their tender moments become reality the more she looks at him. "You left so suddenly-"

"A mistake that I still regret," Chris interjects, his vulnerability showing through his words. "But I had no choice. I had to leave. For Claire's sake."

"I know.." Ava looks away, her hand tightens around the doorknob. She takes a deep breath, not wanting to let the now-forbidden feelings resurface. "No need to dig the past, Chris. It's best if..we leave it behind."

Chris agrees with a gentle nod. "You are..a mother now and a married woman." 

Ava chuckles softly, her gaze falling to the floor for a moment. "Yeah, I am." 

"Does he treat you well?" Chris asks, his voice remaining soft upon his rough features. Ava's smile fades, giving him a nod.

"Yeah. He does.." A small silence envelops them before Ava clears her throat. The realization hits her immediately. "What are you doing here, though? How did you find (y/n)'s house?"

Stepping back, Chris adjusts his coat once more, shifting back into his professional demeanor. "I am here to see her. I need to speak to her about something important."

"She's out at the moment," Ava informs, her eyes still fixed on Chris's face. He nods gently, aware that she is likely still with Leon. Hopefully, he will convince her to return.

"I see. Please tell her to call me when she returns."

"I will," Ava promises and Chris pauses awkwardly for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Thank you, Ava. Take care." He speaks with sincerity before slowly turning around, and starting to walk away.

"Chris, wait!" Ava's voice stops him in his tracks. She follows him with a gaze filled with longing. "Are you free now? I only want us to talk for a bit," 

He looks hesitant as he feels that he's standing on a thin line, between the mission and the woman who captured his heart, years ago. He knits his eyebrows together slowly and shakes his head. "I would love that, Ava, but I have wo-"

"Just an hour. I promise I won't take much of your time." Ava suggests, looking at him. "Please, Chris."

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9:30 P.M

The night ride seems beyond peaceful. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the car relax you. You are seated on the passenger's seat, while Leon remains focused on the road. As you peer out of the window, the clear night air brushes against your face, offering a soothing sensation and carrying with it the comforting scent of the nighttime atmosphere.

Subtly turning your head, you directly observe Leon at the wheel. One of his hands firmly grasps the steering wheel and the other rests on the gear knob. His attention is unwavering, keeping a sharp watch on the road, while briefly checking the rearview and side mirrors. 

Blinking lazily, your gaze lowers, tracing his dark brown tight-fitting t-shirt outlining faintly his sculpted abs, and his dark grey jeans clinging to his thick thighs. The sight is undeniably tantalizing, having you practically drool over him- Fucking hell...what's wrong with you? Instead of focusing on the troubles that encircle you from head to toe, you're acting like a thirsty bitch.

But you can't help it. It's the whiskey that once again, makes you feel like there are no problems in your life. Just Leon right beside you, looking hot as lava.

Leon steals a quick glance at you before returning his focus back to the road. "You okay?"

You immediately avert your gaze, redirecting your attention back to the window on your side. Your heart is ready to burst out of your fucking chest for catching you once again. "Yeah, I'm fine." 

You lie. You are far from fine.

Soon enough, Leon smoothly pulls over in front of your house, his gaze briefly flickering to the building before returning to you. "We're here," he announces, shutting off the engine.

"Ah...nice. Thank you, Leon," you reply, your voice carrying a hint of weariness as you reach for your seatbelt slowly. Maybe drinking whiskey after two glasses of red wine, especially when you are not a drinker did not seem to be the greatest idea after all. You feel like you lose control of your body and mind. 

(!!!)

Glancing to your side, you notice Leon's focus on the gas pedals. Your breath hitches at the view of his strong profile. Leon on the other hand doesn't say anything so far. Once again, lost in his own sorrows, while you're getting hot at the sight.

Your eyes dart down to his lips. Your gaze lingers, as the same emotion wells up within you. He evokes sensations that you can't describe with words, but they surely are stronger than those back at the bar. It could be the situation, how overwhelmed you were by the past days' events...your tipsiness..or your....urges. 

Or a combination of all that.

Your mind is blurring. You begin to blend the images between illusion and reality as waves of dizziness wash over your head. Licking slowly your bottom lip, you feel the wave of arousal coursing through your inner thighs.

Leon lifts his gaze, his crystalized eyes soon pin on you, wandering your body.

"You expect me to do something?" He suddenly asks, slowly leaning towards you. Your body tenses lightly at the sudden shift in his voice and behavior. "Prove my worth to you, perhaps?" he almost purrs, getting closer. "How good I can protect you?"

The atmosphere inside his car grows with tension, the weight of his words hanging between you. Leon's proximity is so magnetic, it draws you immediately like a fucking moth to the flames. The air is heavy with anticipation, each drunken breath shared between you electrifying.

Just then.

Your lips clash together, letting the taste of whiskey with vodka blend in your mouths. A combination that can get you under the influence just by scenting it.

As the seconds pass, the passion behind the kiss deepens, and the pace changes to a slower and more sensual rhythm. Leon taking advantage of it, forces his tongue in your mouth, caressing yours to a delicate dance. His palm lightly reaches your neck, clutching it for a quick moment before his hand snakes its way to the back of your head, gently tucking your hair. With that, he pulls your head upward, directing your gaze facing the ceiling of his car. Your eyelids close as you sense his wet lips trace down to your jawline before lowering further, making their way to your bare neck. His heavy breaths send hot waves to the vulnerable spot of your skin. It's so addicting, and the lustful sounds of his kisses add to your arousal, raising the temperature of your body.

Unexpectedly, Leon pulls away, loosening his grip from your hair. By placing his index and thumb under your chin, he makes you face him. His gaze darts at your lips, shielded in his saliva. Your eyes lock with his in a moment of pure intensity, captivated by his eyes. Those light blue eyes of his...

He soon leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Do you want me to take you here? Or in the back?" he whispers, his words dripping with both command and seduction.

The gap between you and him is almost closed. The tension escalates, and the desire rises. Fuck. He looks extremely handsome right now. So good—you need him.

Without a word, he takes charge, slowly unbuckling his seatbelt with his free hand and spreads his legs. His hands lower to hold yours before he hauls you onto his lap. Adjusting yourself, you feel his hardened length, concealed under his dark grey jeans. A muffled moan of need leaves his throat once you sit on him. That forbidden touch only makes your imagination run wild.

Leon leans back on the black leather seat, never taking his eyes off the hot sight of you sitting on top of him. His fingers graze your skin once more, caressing your cheek before gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Breaking his gaze from you, his eyes drift down to the exposed area of your neck and collarbone. With delicate fingers, he traces the straps of your top, lowering it to the side, to reveal even more. To feed his hunger.

"So good..." he whispers, his voice hoarse, bringing his ravenous stare back to your face. He remains still for a moment, letting his hands explore your upper body. 

His rough fingers begin to move from your waist, tracing a path upwards to the curves of your breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of your bra. He doesn't waste further time, as the sight of your chest being so close to his face makes him throb. He leans in, making sensual contact placing soft kisses, and slowly directing his tongue towards your cleavage. A shivery exhale escapes your throat, your fingers entwine the back of his hair as his hands continue their descent.

Your head falls back, eyes shut once more to the sensation of Leon's lips savoring your body. His tongue swirls slowly on your exposed puffy flesh, making you moan.

Just then, you can feel his palms resting on your butt. With a slight squeeze on each side, he begins to guide your hips in a back-and-forth motion, rubbing you against his clothed crotch to the slow sheer pace he wants.

Leon then pulls back, your cleavage glistening with the mixture of alcohol and his saliva as he looks back into your eyes, letting his hands take control of the situation. Leaning back, his lips lightly part from the pleasure that arises further within his lower area, as he watches you from beneath dry hump him. His eyes beg you to take him inside you, to fucking ride him. His breathing shallow and fast, exhaling inaudible shivery grunts. You can feel his cock poki-

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"Hey.."

Oh. My. God...

"Huh?!" You snap open your eyes, finding Leon right beside you in the driver's seat.

"I thought you fell asleep. You okay?" he asks, his eyes fixated on your tired face.

Your mind really plays you dirty right now. The alcohol seemed to take its heavy influence on you, fantasizing about Leon, and goddamn..you can't deny it. This fantasy surely left you wet. 

Is this why some people end up having sex when they're drunk? Or you just have to stop reading romance novels for a bit?

"Y-yeah, yeah-" you glance down at yourself, confirming you're still dressed, and Leon is securely buckled in the driver's seat. God...that was too good to be true. "I think I just drank a bit too much."

Leon looks concerned, yet maintains his composure as he slowly unbuckles his seatbelt. "You're feeling nauseous?"

"No, I'm fine." You follow suit, reaching for your jacket.

"Want me to walk you home?" he softly offers, his worry still evident in his eyes. You feel so pressured now for no reason, almost suffocated. Goddamn you, Leon.

"No, no. I got it." Stammering, you gather the rest of your belongings. He better not insist. You don't trust yourself at this point.

And thankfully, he doesn't. He remains seated, breaking eye contact with you, placing his hand against the wheel, his thumb rubbing softly the black leather surface.

"(y/n)," his voice calls you back just as you're about to open the car door. "If you change your mind, bring  a change of clothes with you."

Curiosity is written on your face at what he means, yet, you don't say anything. You simply push the door open and get out of the jeep, stealing one last glance at Leon. 

"Good night, Leon," you softly offer, shutting the door and heading towards the front door of your house. When the click of the lock echoes, you turn to glance at Leon one more time. He was looking in your direction waiting for you to get inside.

With a sigh, you open your house and step inside. Placing the keys on the table, you take a deep breath, kicking off your shoes and placing your purse aside. Just then, you can hear him from outside driving away. 

You feel like you could pass out any moment now from the sleepiness the sexual excitement whiskey brought you. Wearily, you make your way to the living room. The clock ticks and the faint buzz of your fridge from the kitchen creates a small hum of sounds in your otherwise quiet house which speaking of it...It's surprising, considering that when Ava is around, your home is anything but silent.

Looks like you're alone once again.

Heading into the bedroom, you feel the return of isolation. Tossing your jacket aside, you collapse onto the bed. Your attention is drawn to the empty wine glass from earlier, right atop your piano. You groan tiredly, feeling the tipsiness conquer you, facing the damn consequences. Why the fuck drink more when you know you can't handle it?

You slowly close your eyes, trying to relax for a few minutes, now that you're alone. But as soon as you do, the images of Leon beneath you in the car resurface. Now you're a professional daydreamer, but your mind can't fathom how vivid this illusion feels. And Leon... he seemed far from himself in that fantasy, yet you can't deny how much you enjoyed imagining him like that. What can alcohol really do...

However, right now, this isn't something you should pay attention to, but everything you and Leon discussed back at the bar, and most importantly his question: Will you return to the team? And truth is...you were more than sure you didn't want to return after all that mess, but your conversation with Leon- you don't know what to do at this point. You're stuck. You try to weigh everything, knowing that leaving was the right decision, yet Leon is also right. Leaving like this, without an explanation as you near the end of this, is a foul move and leave Chris hanging.

This was Leon's goal when he joined the team, and it should be yours too, especially after seeing those deceased Ganados. Instead of running away, you should be helping to put an end to this nightmare, not letting it claim any more victims like that woman, by providing medical support for your teammates.

But you're still inexperienced with all of this...

Sighing in frustration, you shift onto your side, and your eyes catch a small blue package, gleaming along with a note on top. Sitting up for a better look, your eyes widen as you see a single condom on your nightstand. Slowly taking the note in your hand, you immediately recognize the handwriting.

For fuck's sake, Ava...

'I'm only making sure you won't make the same mistake I did. Enjoy!'

You roll your eyes and tear the note, tossing it aside before collapsing back on the bed.

"Leon's not like that, you dumbass," you murmur to yourself, looking at the ceiling. However, your head slowly pivots to the side, gazing at the condom before you slowly swing your legs at the edge of the bed, taking it in your hands. Hesitantly, you open the drawer from your nightstand and slowly put it inside.

Heh. You never know what can occur in the future...right?

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"Any updates?" A momentary pause settles in between him and the person on the other end of the line.

"She's at her home. Leon left a few minutes ago," he replies, his voice steady and resolute, and his gaze fixed on the softly lit window. The radio crackles softly from the other end before she responds.

"I see. Keep her close."

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8:00 A.M

Chris gazes down at the images of the forest, where the Ganados met their end at Leon's hands, and studies the map detailing the location. Scattered across the large, round table in the desolate main room are various documents. Despite his lack of rest, he presses his hands against the smooth surface, determined to maintain his focus. Yet, his thoughts continue to drift back to the unexpected turn of events from yesterday. How could he allow himself to do that? The weight of guilt and shame runs down on him, it almost is unbearable.

He clenches his fist gently, attempting to push aside the graphic memories of the passionate sex between him and Ava last night. Most importantly, the feelings for her resurface, while fully aware that Ava is a married woman with a child. How will he even face Vector and Vera after this?

The doors suddenly slide open, breaking Chris free from his torturous thoughts. It is Piers right at the entrance, rushing his way inside the base. "Captain, I need to talk to you."

Chris regains his stance, diverting to his partner. "Tell me, Piers." A prideful and hopeful smile curls up on Piers's lips.

"I need to talk to you. Trust me, by the end of the next week, our mission will be accomplished." Chris's attention fully focuses on Piers after this statement. 

"I'm listening, Piers,"

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8:35 A.M.

You take a deep breath before summoning the elevator in the B.S.A.A building. Nervously, your hand toys with the black strap of your bag containing your clothes. Anxiety courses through your veins, already overthinking how the team will react to your return, five days after your sudden resignation. Will they..even accept you back?

Because if they won't, you surely will not blame them.

You can't believe how Leon managed to change your mind and convince you to return. Was it really Leon though, or is it this fucking guilt that won't leave you alone? God, it's been only two minutes and you're already regretting it being here—fuck..what the hell are you doing?

With a soft "ding," the elevator arrives, snapping you back to the present. The doors open, and you take a deep breath before slowly stepping inside, pressing the button for your floor destination.

"(y/n)," a familiar voice calls out. You turn to find Leon approaching, carrying a bag over his shoulder. Quickly, you extend your arm to stop the elevator doors from closing, waiting for him to join you.

Entering, you re-press the button the elevator doors close, and well shit..you don't even dare to look at Leon's face after last night's wild thoughts. Because if you do, you'll start imagining things again.

Probably doing it in the elevator this time.

You close your eyes briefly before opening them, staring with Leon at the closed doors. The faint 'ping' sound of the elevator passing each floor feels almost agonizing as you both stand awkwardly, in what seems like total silence.

"Thanks," Leon suddenly says, making you turn your head toward him. He continues to look straight ahead before slowly turning to you, a very faint smile curling up on his lips. "For coming back."

His smile is a rare sight, but every time you see it, it makes your heart race...If Leon only knew the power he holds over you..

Right before you can respond, the doors of the elevator open, arriving to that grey, depressing corridor once again, that leads to the base. Leon walks out first, making his way towards the door. You trail behind him. 

Your gaze can't help but linger on his solid, built, damn fine back as you follow. Being sober now and seeing things clearer, you begin to view your meeting with Leon yesterday differently. You appreciate his efforts, and his willingness to listen to you and comfort you, but you can't help but keep on noticing and wondering what happened to Leon. Him being so persistent for your return, when at the beginning of all this, he was extremely cautious of you, not even caring that you are childhood friends with the Redfields. Does he finally trust you?

What is the reason behind this change?

Catching up with Leon, he presses his large palm against the scanner, and the doors open and you with Leon enter the base after almost a week being away. You didn't miss this place at all, but you surely missed Claire, Carlos, Chris...Even Luis's silly teasing. 

"(y/n)!" Claire exclaims, standing up from her chair, walking towards you and Leon. "It's so good to see you again." She says with a smile on her lips. 

Regarding Claire, she seems to be the only one inside the bunker. Hopefully, the others will have a similar reaction to Claire's 'acceptance' and won't hate your ass. Deep down though, you know it's gonna be anything but warm and welcoming, as you just returned like a soaked cat after bailing on the mission. What you are doing is so wrong...fuck.

"It's good to see you too, Claire," you say, forcing a smile before glancing at the door to your operating room. That room is something you missed, as strange as it sounds. You spent more time there than in your own bedroom during your two months on the team. "And..I'm...really sorry for- y'know... leaving like this-"

"Chris told me. I understand." Claire interjects, her hand resting gently on your shoulder. "I can't blame you. I would probably react the same if I were you. I'm just glad you're back with us." Her words echo with sincerity as you exchange warm smiles.

"Where's everyone?" Leon inquires, entering the conversation.

"I don't know, I arrived five minutes ago," Claire pauses, looking at the bags. "What's with the bags?"

"We're scheduled for training in an hour,"

What? Another training session? With Leon? Getting covered in sweat, internally begging him for mercy? And all this with the lingering nausea from yesterday's drinking on an empty stomach? Are you fucking serious?

"But first, we must reestablish our footing from where we left off, and see what we will do from now on." Leon completes, prompting a nod from Claire.

"We surely have not any more time to waste," Claire clarifies. "We might have to go to the forest today already."

The conversation comes to an abrupt end as things take an unexpected turn. Just behind you, the base doors slide open once more, revealing the entrance of Piers, Chris, Carlos, and an unfamiliar figure. Leon's gaze sharpens, and you and Claire exchange puzzled looks at the presence of this unknown man in the team's secret bunker.

"This is the base," Piers says, literally touring around the guy. Chris notices immediately your arrival. "I'll show you to your operating room first and introduce you to the team once they all—"

"(y/n)?" he interrupts in astonishment, coming to a halt and causing Piers to fall silent. The men's eyes land on you. "What are you doing here?"

You open your mouth trying to speak..but you can't say a word...from their gazes, you feel that they're judging you for leaving for four days, and then returning like nothing happened on the most critical moment of the mission when a damn cultist is probably using more of the syringes- damn, you feel ashamed.

"I-"

"Who's this?" Leon asks cautiously, his eyes still fixed on the mysterious stranger. Piers's stare remains firmly locked on you. He doesn't appear to be pleasantly surprised with your arrival.

However, returning his attention to Leon, he finally speaks, "This is the team's new doctor, Leon. Hercules Hamasaki."

...The team's what?

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I've been writing this chapter since June, I am not joking because I am not good at writing sexual scenes. XD

This is my first attempt, taking it a bit slow until I get good at writing it. I really hope it wasn't that bad. Also, welcome the new member of the Sinful Team muehehehe!

Hope you have an amazing day, and remember!!! TAKE CARE! <3