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Her client has been sniping and griping about Leon for all of two hours.
The meeting, having started during a wonderful meal, began with serious business propositions. He had been eyeing the acquisition of an abandoned lab in the northern area of Michigan, attracted by the strategic position and the possibility of developing water-based bioweapons. That’s what he told her as they ate, but Ada was no fool. She knew perfectly well that what truly attracted him were the rumors about leftover research from the previous, now dearly departed, owners of the lab.
Unfortunately for the man, said lab was destroyed about halfway through their fifth course.
And, despite having just lost a job, Ada delights in knowing the cause of such destruction is none other than Leon.
“That fucking agent, how is it possible that when there is trouble, he is always in the middle of it” the man splutters, his face almost the same color as her dress, a nice silk number that Leon gifted her the last time she was in his apartment. An apology after their latest fight. He had left it hanging in the bathroom, having probably noticed that she’d been occasionally using his house as a resting point.
She clicks her tongue, “Leon Kennedy is the top agent of USSTRATCOM. It goes without saying that he is deployed often.”
“You know him?” the man turns to her, half-disbelieving.
“Of course. Our jobs sometimes have us in similar places. We do work in the same field, as you know.”
“Well then, why is he so formidable as to be deployed fucking everywhere?”
With that, Ada frowns and quickly hides it behind a sip of her wine. It’s not her favorite—a nice Masseto—but it goes down pleasantly nonetheless. “You do not know?”
“Nobody knows. I was at gala last week and I talked with Phillips and Thorns and they didn’t know shit either. They only know he’s like a fucking hound. Two months ago, one of Thorns’ labs in Kentucky got raided by the man and he managed to find so much information she was at risk of being accused of creating BOWs. She only avoided prison by bribing one of the higher ups of the government into making it seem like it was a leftover center of Umbrella’s. This Kennedy was at the helm of not only the operation on the field, but the investigation too.”
And wasn’t that an interesting piece of information. Leon might be persuaded to persuade her to give up the information. Or, she could use it as a token of apology after another one of their fights. They are bound to clash once again, as they often do, and she always enjoys it when their making up is a bit higher stakes than normal.
She sighs, cleaning her mouth with the napkin. “Well, it seems like we will do no business together, after all.”
“Ah—wait, Miss, no—”
She pulls on her dark overcoat. “I have much better things to do than listen to you complaining about Kennedy, especially since it reveals just how ignorant you are about the world you are looking to enter. Everybody worth their salt would know about the man.”
“You can’t just leave without—” he jumps forward and tries to grab her shoulder.
She suddenly turns, quick as a snake, producing a small handgun from a hidden holster and pointing it at the fool. “You mistake my professionality for politeness, so let me be abundantly clear. I can do whatever I want. You were looking to hire me to secure the research, then to create an identity and pose as the owner of the lab to legally sell it to you so you could do whatever. Now, both research and lab are gone.”
She pushes her weapon harder against his skin, right where throat and chin meet, his black stubble offering no relief from the cold metal. “I would thank your lucky starts that I didn’t demand more than what I did as an upfront payment. The fact that I still got some money out of this is the only reason you don’t have a bullet in your gut right now.”
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Her safehouse in Berlin is situated right over a Thai place, across from one of the many clubs in the underground scene of the city. People come and go, nobody paying attention to anyone else. The perfect place to hide.
The apartment is small: one entrance, one window, one bathroom stocked with med supplies. Just enough unperishables to survive a couple of days and a computer more powerful than the ones many government agencies have access to.
Said computer, at the moment, is being used to dig up gossip and rumors.
More specifically, gossip and rumors about Leon S. Kennedy.
It might sound like an oversight on her part, but she has always assumed that people would know him, and in some way she is correct in that. People know of him, and what they know is so limited it almost accounts to nothing. What is known is that he quickly became the most valuable asset of USSTRATCOM, that he saved the President’s daughter back in 2004, that he already destroyed almost 70 labs and 5 different strains of viruses in his short career, and little to nothing else. Everyone who is anyone knows of how he eradicated the entirety of Los Illuminados, as well as his precision when sterilizing entire infected locations, leaving no survivors. He is almost legendary in his talent.
Ada knows a bit more than they do, having not only known him since his beginning, but also having kept in touch. She knows he lives in DC, that he is more than formidable at what he does, that he is often sent to places alone and manages to complete his assignments with a calculated accuracy of 93.7%, numbers Ada plucks directly from the government’s private files on him. He almost beats her statistic of 96.1%.
Another thing he knows is that, despite almost always going on mission alone, he rarely gets rest between assignments or vacation time.
Ada herself is a busy woman, but even she waits around a week, time she uses to recharge, heal and properly prepare herself for the next mission. The longest pause Leon got, without it being medical leave, was three days.
She keeps digging, mindlessly sipping on her cup of green tea, and she finds countless reports, debriefs and travel plans. They have his schedule planned to the minute, and while before he used to get a few moments to himself in the evenings—when he wasn’t on mission anyway—she now sees that some of his Thursdays and Fridays evenings are occupied by dinners with donors, the brass, or the President himself and his family.
Ada smirks. He must hate all the elbow-rubbing.
She drains the last of her tea, hoping the theine kicks in soon, and is about to retrace her steps and close all the virtual doors she’s opened when she stumbles upon an interesting file. A very interesting file.
The label is just a bunch of numbers and six letters, LSKRCT, but what captures her eye is the sheer size of the file and the extension. It’s a video, and a very lengthy one at that. Intrigued, she carefully extracts it and copies it on one of the USBs she always carries with her. She completes her procedures, goes completely offline and plugs in the pen drive. When she opens the file, her breath almost kicks out of her lungs.
The first thing she sees is the Umbrella logo, and if she wasn’t sure she had gone offline, she would have thought someone hacked her. She is good at protecting herself, but some of her clients are better.
Instead, the logo fades away and a small string of text comes on: Performance Report – Audiovisive Evidence, exp. RC-Op. Subj. 026P Leon S. Kennedy.
As she watches, it doesn’t take much for Ada to figure out what it means. She had discovered not long after the incident that Umbrella, under the guise of a donation to the Police Department, had been outfitting the police agents with hidden body cams. Only after escaping Raccoon City and slowly building a reputation in the BOW world, had she found out that Umbrella had planned it all. The extermination of the city, what happened with S.T.A.R.S., the death of civilians, scientists and their own military force had been one big experiment to gauge the power of their bioweapons and how quickly the virus would spread. They had these cams to pull data from the lived experience and death of trained men and women and, Ada thinks with a grimace, apparently the government saw the wisdom in that and decided to do the same with Leon’s footage.
Corporate is corporate, whether it’s bioweaponry or the government.
The rest of her night is spent watching the nearly 12-hour long video. Seeing what happened to Leon before her arrival makes her heart clench, remembering her own experience in Racoon City before joining with him. She would never admit it, but his presence had soothed her quite a bit. Finding another live human that was not in the process of turning was a breath of fresh air. For a while, Ada had thought she was the only person alive in the place. She had given Leon grief for being so inexperienced but damn, she had not known it was his first day on the job.
The footage was comprehensive of everything that happened from the moment he put on the uniform, which also included her. Seeing her younger self was like being faced with a different her. She had slowly, throughout the years, built a strong reputation for infiltrating facilities of all kinds, and her assignment at first had been just that. She had been instructed to infiltrate the Arklay Lab and get her clients the information they needed. She had strung along a fool of a researcher, managing to obtain what was needed, when suddenly then the mission changed.
She had been ordered to remain in RC longer than planned and consequently had been present for the first T-virus outbreaks, the 22nd or 23rd of September. She had been ready to evacuate what she could already tell would become a clusterfuck of massive proportions, but a call from her client and an added two million and a half to her pay had convinced her to stay and take on the next mission: collecting a sample of the G-virus.
Knowing what she knows now, she would never accept anything less than ten million for such a job.
It is a strange sensation, to see you own face and body fall to its death, and if she wasn’t already feeling pretty bad about making Leon think she was dead for years, the sound of his muffled sobbing as she fell would break what little of her heart is left.
Seeing him care so much about her, even after her lies were revealed, seeing him try so hard to save everyone and fail through no fault of his own—with every death his shoulders hunching—is making her heart break for him.
She has long stopped trying to guard her heart against that rookie. It’s a lost cause anyway. So, when the video ends with a beautiful sunrise as the scenery, most likely cut by the government, she books a plane to DC.
It’s been a while since she last saw Leon, after all.
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She made him work hard tonight.
Normally, she is one to take charge, not necessarily by being on top, but definitely by directing from whatever position she felt like folding in at the moment. Leon knows she is not shy about teasing him during their escapades, their banter is an integral part of their rendezvous.
Today, however, she has been conspicuously silent, except for the many moans and pants Leon always manages to coax out of her.
She came in from the window, as always, and she did not bother with any nicety before climbing onto his lap where he was eating on the couch and immediately began rocking on him and tearing his clothes off. His mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of her, but he was not so far gone as to not notice the weirdness of this approach. She has never been a naturally vocal person, but this is a bit too much even for her.
He is nearly falling asleep, spent from the evening’s activities and content with his arms holding her tight to his chest, but he is determined to get to the bottom of this issue. She is pliant and in a good mood, so he grabs the opportunity with both hands.
She cannot resist the opportunity of needling at him, so he starts off strong with, “I must have tired you quite a bit to have you be this quiet.”
And, oh Leon is getting worried. Because instead of a scoff and a rebuttal, Ada simply leans back and pecks him on the nose and hums in agreement.
Things are worse than he thought.
His first urge is to hold her tighter, squeeze her between his arms and beg her to spill what is troubling her this much, but he knows Ada. In the ten years they’ve known each other—even though only four really count—she has never been this subdued, and if he were to force her to confront this issue she would only refuse and close in on herself even more.
Instead, he sits up with her still in his arms, laying his back on the headboard and trying to avoid upsetting his numerous bruises and scratches, only some of them courtesy of the latest BOW, and he shifts her so that her back is laying on his front, tugging the covers around them. He can feel her heart beating through her back, and he is at least relieved when the rhythm is normal.
He cages her in by laying one arm on her breasts and the other around her waist, and he fights back a smile when she half-heartedly shuffles against him. He is wholly and completely spent, otherwise it would have elicited more of a response from his body, but the tiredness doesn’t stop him from chuckling in her hair. Ada always pretends to not like it, but it’s unmistakable how she melts in his hold. Any time he has his arms around her she always ends up glued to him, holding him just as tightly as he holds her.
He fucking loves that.
Turned away from him, Ada can finally breathe a bit easier. Watching the video was one thing, but being confronted with him in the flesh makes her feel like she’s been turned inside out.
She has willingly chosen this life but, after knowing him this long, she was sure that Leon was not afforded the same.
Seeing all his wounds, fresh and scabbed over, scars and bruises both new and old, displayed on his naked body twisted something in her gut that did not feel good. It still doesn’t. It’s not worry, not despair, definitely not pity.
She can’t place the feeling, but she doesn’t like how her heart constricts.
She doesn’t want to tell him, not yet, and so she says something else. It’s foolish, and she’s sure Leon will know that it’s a distraction from the true issue, but she still says, “They don’t let you go on vacation.”
He laughs, and she feels the vibration in her lungs. “Well, bioterrorists wait for no man. You should know that better than most.”
“I can decide to not take on a client, aside from a notable few. But you, Leon Kennedy, are like a dog” she says, not bothering to hide the meanness in her words, hoping to hide a bit of her uneasiness, “you go when they call you.”
This time, his laughter is a bit duller. Ada hates herself a bit for it.
“I will be sure to carry your opinion of me close to my heart. Maybe I’ll even complain to the brass. I’ll say that mercenary extraordinaire Ada Wong has made note about my lack of vacation days. I’m sure that’ll go well.”
She does not think of him like that. He knows it, but it seems their goodwill for one another is slowly evaporating as the moon shines ever brighter. It will be back in the morning, but for now, Ada seeks to end this conversation. “You know that’s not my real name.”
“And that was not mine.”
She stills, then abruptly turns in his arms and rests with her chest on his, her legs bracketing his hips. It speaks of their mutual annoyance with one another that Leon’s eyes stay on her face when presented with her bare chest. Instead, his smirk remains insufferable as ever as he tucks the covers tighter from where they got dislodged.
“What do you mean?” She hisses, and tries to pry the truth from his eyes. Tries to see if he’s bluffing, but his eyes are as serious as she’s ever seen them. She feels her stomach drop. Such a detail should have never escaped her. She is a pro at espionage, and there was no way that young, rookie Leon gave her a fake name so why—
“My name is Leon Scott Kennedy.”
Everything freezes for a moment.
“You are so fucking stupid, Leon.”
He sniggers, “I got you good, didn’t I?”
“Why do I even bother with you?”
“Ada the Encyclopedia almost thought her homework was not done.”
The old nickname normally would make her feel proud, but she is too aggrieved to feel anything other than annoyance. At herself, mostly, because she fell for it.
She wiggles off of him, and when she settles back on the bed—so cold compared to his body—she immediately feels him move and shift to press his chest to her back. His arms sneak one under her neck, cradling her head, and the other rests just above her navel.
She is annoyed with him. She still smarts from the emotions she felt while watching him grieve her after she fell. She remembers the hurt in his eyes as he told her they’d have to go their separate ways.
She grabs his arm and drags it across her chest, putting his hand on her heart, enjoying the comforting weight of it.
She is neither surprised nor offended when he gently squeezes her breast, but she still moves her arm back and smacks his butt. “Behave” she threatens, even though they both know she likes it.
He would never dare do something like that to anyone else, and she would never allow anyone else to do that to her, and they both know it. Their bodies sing together when their voices cannot make sense of what they feel for each other.
She puts a hand on his thigh, feeling the various scars on the flesh. Some dig in the muscle, others are raised, but she knows each and every one of them. Intimately aware of how they feel under her hands, her mouth, her thighs as she rides him, now another thought slithers in her mind, unwanted and unwelcome but no less possible.
What if he truly didn’t choose this life?
She knows he wanted to be a cop, someone that helps people in their everyday life, someone who is supposed to be a pillar of their community. But she has never before thought of how bizarre it would be for that desire to translate to his job.
Was it truly his choice?
Did his loyalty and guilt truly run so deep as to force his own self to stay in this world of horror instead of finding a normal job?
“I’m tired” he mumbles in her hair, his hand still holding onto her chest.
“Then shut up and sleep.”
His huff tickles the back of her neck, goosebumps erupting on her skin. “You’re thinking too loud and your heart is beating too fast, I can’t relax.”
“Then let go of my tit.”
“No.”
“Then stop complaining.”
“Hm.”
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One year and many rendezvous later, she is once again in Leon’s apartment.
She has slowly been introducing more life to the place: the architecture is simple yet clean, but before it looked more like something you’d see in a magazine than something lived in. Beautiful but impersonal. She began with small changes. A book here and there, a small painting hung in the living room and one in his private study, up-to-standard towels for his bathroom, … and now the place looks finally like the home of someone living.
It will most likely never feel too lived in, what with Leon being out of the place far more often than he was in, but now it is just a couple steps over looking like a showroom.
Right now, Ada is laying belly down on the bed. Silky cream-colored sheets rub against her bare legs, the texture contrasting with the gauze bandage across her lower thigh, and the mattress provides some comfort as she looks at the screen of her phone.
With the rise of social media, many new platforms have been born, making Ada’s job of keeping track of information both easier and a lot harder. Right now, however, she is not working. She is looking through various posts about one Leon S. Kennedy.
The man has slowly gained more fame, both in the BOWs circles and on social media, especially on Twitter and Tumblr.
Ada would not mind it, the occasional real-life pictures providing her with updates even if she is on the other side of the globe, if it weren’t for some of the comments.
Some people believe he is some sort of superhuman secret agent, others that he is a spy from some foreign government. Some think he is just a model hired to keep the attention off the real agents, and others are quite convinced he is there simply because he is Baby Eagles’ boyfriend and she somehow convinced her father to hire him.
How utterly ludicrous.
What everyone agrees on, however, is that he is one hot specimen of man.
The comments range from various love declarations to the man, to some sentences Ada would have never imagined being even thought, never mind written down for anyone on the internet to read.
She won’t be surprised if he soon becomes some sort of minor celebrity. He is already quite well known in the BOW world, and yet no one has found the video still sitting quite innocuously on her USB.
She knows it could create more problems for him. She knows that he wouldn’t want attention on himself, nor any sort of medal or recognition for what she knows he considers one of his greatest failures.
On the other hand, she is quite confident that leaking this video would make sure that many people would see him as the hero he is.
She grabs the pen drive and her laptop.
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It took two days for him to call.
“Ada what the hell did you do?” she can sense his exasperation through the phone.
“What terrible manners, not even a hello?”
“Ada.”
“What?”
“You leaked a video that was protected by six different levels of clearance. Something not even I knew existed. The brass is losing its mind.”
She smirks, “How preposterous of you to accuse me of doing such a thing. I am an upstanding citizen.”
He scoffs, but she can tell there is no heat behind it. “Oh, I wonder to which one of your identities you are referring to. But seriously, I know you were the one to leak it. I… I watched it.”
His voice is small and meek, something she doesn’t often associate with him.
She pinches her nose. “Why would you put yourself through that, Leon?”
He takes a while to answer, and for a second Ada thinks he hung up on her.
“I was starting to forget their faces. Marvin, Annette, Emma and her father. Shit, even Sherry. Do you know they didn’t let me keep any picture of her? Nothing. I was allowed one visit for her birthday, one for Christmas and one whenever I want, but with a three-month notice and a valid reason. Of all my requests, since Raccoon only five have been approved. Five, Ada. The only thing I was allowed to keep from her, as some sort of proof she existed, were reports of the experiments they ran on her.”
“Leon…”
“Now I can at least remember them. So I suppose I should thank you for that… but don’t think I didn’t notice you editing out the part where you bandage my wound or when you refused to shoot me.”
She knows perfectly that this is his attempt at distracting her from the pain she hears in his voice. She lets it slide. They will talk about it when they meet again.
“Well, you know I have a reputation to maintain.”
“Yeah, but now Ashley keeps calling me and asking if I have read the tons of comments they are leaving under the many many posts about me. Hell, the agency had to get involved and release an official statement about the whole thing.”
She hums, “I heard they finally moved you to a more secure apartment.”
“Yeah. The one good thing to come out of it. I’m sure you’ll have a blast with the upped security.”
“Don’t worry, handsome. I’ll manage. I imagine it’s going to be a pain redecorating everything. President still paying for it all?”
“Yeah, he insisted. The house is empty now. He insisted on letting me furnish everything myself. I am surviving on takeout and sleeping on my old mattress.”
“They didn’t give you a new one?”
“Supposed to buy a new one. Along with literally everything. When they said I am supposed to buy everything, they meant it. Even the bathroom has nothing except a toilet. I’m doing taking my showers and brushing my teeth at HQ or my gym.”
Ada is quite horrified. “I sincerely hope you are planning to buy some furniture soon.”
She can almost hear his shrug. “Nah. I’ll wait till you get here and we can buy it together. I don’t want to have to redo everything because you don’t like it.”
She ignores the butterflies in her stomach at that. “At least begin with the bathroom.”
Then, she thinks of the terrible décor of his old one and reconsiders. “Actually, send me some pictures of what you’d like, and we can mesh our tastes. I’ll book a flight to DC as soon as I can, handsome.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And maybe, we can even look at some of the comments. You know, the ones calling you a hero for escaping Raccoon? The ones that don’t blame you for not being able to win against a corporation that had it planned for ages.”
“Ada…”
They’ve had this conversation multiple times, with Ada finding him at the bottom of a bottle three times in a row and deciding to coax the truth out of him with threats and kisses. It was not only Raccoon, but also what was happening with Sherry, what happened with Luis, Mike, the policemen in Spain and, more broadly, with all the people he couldn’t save. Harvardville, Pittsburgh, Shanghai, … all shadows darkening his heart.
“I’ll be home soon” she says, simply, and she can’t miss the sharp inhale that filters through the phone, “and we’ll talk more about it, alright?”
“…Alright.”
She waits a few moments before speaking again. “You are a good man, Leon.”
He does not answer.
“I’ll see you soon, and you better send me those pics.”
“Well, now. To be asking of pictures like that… you could give someone the wrong idea.”
She scoffs, even though a smile breaks on her face. “You are terrible. Where did that gentleman rookie go?”
“I believe he got drowned in one of your kisses.”
“Then I’ll have to fish him out. I am tired of your cheekiness, agent.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll even put my best chapstick on to make it easier for you.”
She hangs up without a goodbye.
What a man to fall in love with.
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*image of Leon beside Ashley in 2005*
chloe-loves-pies commented: i want to lick his abssss
caroline-xaroline commented: @chloe-loves-pies girl what you can’t even see them… but yeah me too
chloe-loves-pies commented: @caroline-xaroline I dont need to see them to know they’re delicious
jollysally commented: @chloe-loves-pies @caroline-xaroline you are talking about the hero of Raccoon, have some respect
chloe-loves-pies commented: @jollysally oh shut up, he is a hero we all know that but he’s also hot as fuck
klingy-koala commented: man he’s so hot. hope he’s gay so i can have a chance
coffee-addict-and-books: @klingy-koala markus you live in Germany you’re never gonna meet the guy
klingy-koala commented: @coffee-addict-and-books NOT MY PERSONAL INFO !!!
*shots of Leon at 2010 New Years Gala*
@People posted: @USSTRATCOM famous agent #LeonKennedy spotted at yesterday’s Gala looking good enough to eat! Take a guess at who his date is?
Comments:
Adele Kennedy @futuremrskennedy: he had no date cuz I was not invited!!
Luka @lukamitov91: i bet it was the Graham girl @ashleygrahamofficial
Scribbles of love @ilovehimyourhonor: @lukamitov91 nah it must have been the black lady in the second pic
Luka @lukamitov91: @ilovehimyourhonor I think that’s his coworker tho
Scribbles of love @ilovehimyourhonor: @lukamitov91 ooh forbidden love in the office ;)
Denise :)) @denisescarlettwithtwots: @ilovehimyourhonor that “black lady” is Ingrid Hunnigan, put some respect on her name!!!
AnonymousLoverFanny @youdontknowme88: the hero of RC looks so good! But he doesn’t look very happy, I hope they’re treating him well
BellaSwanNo1Fan @lionsandlambs: @youdontknowme88 I sure hope so since he’s the reason many people are alive. Least they can do is accommodate him
*fanart of Leon fighting a licker with Ashley*
gianna-the-drawr posted: here is a fanart of Leon and Ashley! I’ve heard rumors flying around that he saved her life in Spain and I couldn’t help but imagine them fighting back evil together. I don’t ship them or anything, but this can also be interpreted like that if you want
Comments:
angel-of-darkness00 commented: this looks so good! But Leon looks soooo young here?
gianna-the-drawr commented: @angel-of-darkness00 yeah I used his 98 face for it, I saw it when watching the bodycam vid and I fell in loveeeee he looks so fine even now but his 98 face is undefeated, he looks like a puppy!
insulin-and-leon-keep-me-alive commented: @gianna-the-drawr you watched that god awful body cam and the only think you thought about was how cute he looked? He was fucking traumatized!
gianna-the-drawr commented: @insulin-and-leon-keep-me-alive don’t be rude on my own fucking post, number one, and two, I said that’s something that stood out to me not the only thing, idiot. Ofc he was traumatized, probably still is. But he is a great man and im sure he would not mind me saying he was cute as a young policeman
sailor-moons-right-ponytail commented: I actually met him once. Nice guy, even better looking
gianna-the-drawr commented: @sailor-moons-right-ponytail ASDFGKJHSL YOU MET LEON S KENNEDY !!!!!
insulin-and-leon-keep-me-alive commented: @sailor-moons-right-ponytail OMG DO YOU HAVE ANY PICS
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“Leon people think we are dating!”
“I am aware, but I can’t do much, now can I.”
“Open yourself a nice page and post a picture with her.”
“Ash, are you out of your mind? First things first, Hunnigan would skin me alive and she’s already pissed that some people think we are together. Second, need I remind you that she is a mercenary with multiple warrants out for her capture? I can’t very well post us together on the web.”
He has never heard Ashely sound so done. “Well, then I’ll do it myself.”
“What are you—”
Leon’s sentence is left unheard as Ashley hangs up on him.
“What did she say?” Ada asks, emerging from the pile of bedsheets, half-asleep and with her lips still pink and puffy from the night’s activities. Her sleek bob is a forgotten memory, her hair sticking out in whichever direction.
“She said she’ll do it herself, whatever that means.”
Not even a minute passes that he gets an email from Ashley.
It’s a picture. A picture of her computer monitor, actually.
It takes him a moment to figure out what he’s looking at, but when he does, he starts cursing up a storm.
Ada, now fully woken up, picks up the phone from where he dropped it on the bed.
The picture clearly displays a twitter post by one Ashley Graham consisting of a picture of Leon’s back, looking quite delectable all wrapped up in a tight blue shirt, with the caption saying Good luck for your date with your lady!!!!
Ada has to stifle a laugh. Leon looks positively despondent.
“Now they’ll never leave me alone! Do you understand that? Last week I had to dodge a bunch of paparazzi, and just yesterday I was almost late to pick up my pho because people kept asking for pictures!”
“Oh, how terrible must it feel to be appreciated.”
His glare has no heat. “Spoken by the spy that took years to admit to herself that she was in love with me.”
She ignores him. “Besides, all this makes it easier to keep track of you, and it also protects you.”
“What do you mean?” he lays down on her back, covering her body with his own, careful not to squish her with his weight. His face nestles in the space between her shoulder blades.
“You are now a public figure, Leon. Killing you during missions is one thing, and that hasn’t changed. You’ll have to deal with that like before. But there have been many attempts on your life in the past and not all of them were during missions.”
She winks at him, “Always investigate on who sends you invitations to galas. But now, killing you in such a public way has become much more difficult. With eyes on you the chances of a discreet clean up are lower.”
She turns under him, letting his face rest on her breasts. “You should open an account yourself.”
“Hell no.”
“Why not?”
“Why don’t you make one?”
“I already have several.”
He nips at her breast. “I mean a personal one, not whatever you use to spy.”
“Why would I do that?”
“For the same reasons you want me to, I presume.”
Their banter is cut off by the violent ringtone of Leon’s government phone, designed in volume and melody to waken him up from the deepest of sleeps.
“Oh shit, it’s Ingrid.”
She snickers, “Good luck.”
He glares at her, before going to deal with whatever Hunnigan has to say.
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Four years later, October 2014
*picture of Leon’s hand, gripping a pale woman’s as they lay between the crispy white sheets of his bed. His scars are quite visible, as is the engagement ring on hers*
@LeonKennedyDSO posted: The (future) missus has convinced me to enter the world of social media. Might as well pop in with style.
Comments:
Adele Kennedy @futuremrskennedy: OMG OMG STAY CALM STAY FUCKING CALM ITS HAPPENING
General Blueberry Muffin @granny-loves-weed: AGSHKSNSJK SO HAPPY FOR YOU KING
Leon’s left bicep @kennedylover098: who dares steal my Leon from me!!!
i am Leon’s right nut @kittyshantal499: @kennedylover098 girl wtf are you on, leave the man alone smh already spooking him the first time he comes on here
Des Rogers @desmondrogers00: damn man happy for ya, that’s a nice rock that one. Ruby? @karlathedutchgemmologist
Karla Vuurst @karlathedutchgemmologist: Hello Des! It looks more like a red diamond (the dispersion is different). I dare say a nice 2 carats! At least we know the government pays him well!
Evita Coleman @evitaaacolly: @karlathedutchgemmologist A RED DIAMOND?!?! Damn the man is gettin PAID (as he should)