UM YEAH. So it's like 57 degrees in my apartment because my heater's BROKEN and it's snowing and poop sandwich. Figured I'd write a little something, ahahaha. No porn again, but some references to it and whatnot. XDDDD
It was all still a little new to Leon.
He was just a man. Of course, on some levels, this had always been an objective. It hadn't been a primary
objective; his conscience just wouldn't let it be. He'd known
Claire forever, even if she wasn't around. In the beginning, he had really just wanted to get to know her better. It felt so wrong that two people whose lives were so inexplicably and irreversibly intertwined should know each other so little. His conscience had bitten and snapped at him, and he'd found himself getting into touch with Claire, starting a long-distance friendship.
The first time they'd visited each other, nothing had happened. They'd just hung out, drank beers, spent a lot of time catching up on the things they'd never gotten to know about each other. She was attractive and yeah, Leon wanted her--what guy probably didn't?--but his primary concern was to actually get to know her as a person.
But at some point, the road they were on had just inevitably turned. They could be friends, but they could be something more, too.
Which was why Leon was sitting awake in Claire's bed at 2:31 am, on day two of his third visit. The evening of day one had ended much the same, except far later. He wasn't awake because he was upset or because he was filled with regret. He was just awake. His sleep schedule was often completely haywire.
Next to him, tangled up in blankets and her own hair, was a sleeping Claire Redfield. He didn't blame her for being exhausted; it was like she'd been determined to completely outdo anyone he'd ever slept with and perhaps her own track record in her sexual endeavors. Leon wasn't the kind of guy to sit back and let someone else take control during sex, but every once in a while he could. And he hadn't been anywhere near about to say no when tiny Claire had wrestled him onto his back forcefully, riding him like she was trying to kill him.
Claire gusted some kind of heavy half-word sigh in her sleep, her sinuses popping slightly as she did so. Leon looked down at her and smiled some.
The day had been filled with the goofy, giggly shyness that followed an initial sexual encounter. Leon was not shy about his own nudity; he'd spent too much time in quasi-military settings to be embarrassed about it any longer. Claire, however, was a little more modest, squealing when he tried to pull blankets off her, slinking around in a sheet until she could find something suitable to wear. Every time they looked at each other for the first few hours of being awake, they'd snicker or grin. Leon felt at liberty to smack her ass several times during the day, always with the same reaction--laughter, Jesus, you're gonna bruise me!
or a variant thereof. Standing in line at the liquor store, buying beer, Claire bumped into him playfully, leaned against his side, smiling.
There really hadn't been any question as to what would happen on the second night, after the first. Their situation was impractical and difficult, what with the distance and all, but this wasn't going to be something that just happened this weekend, Leon knew. He didn't want it to be that way and he had the feeling Claire didn't, either. They liked each other way too much as people to fuck and then cut and run. He liked her enough to where he'd gotten to the point in thought where he wondered if he should ever
pursue anything physical with her, because he liked her too much and didn't want to put her through anything difficult.
Leon realized that he liked her well enough to have it both ways and be fairly confident that he wasn't going to fuck it up. Furthermore, he'd probably spent enough time physically with people he liked way less--wasn't that the problem?
He looked over at the clock, sighed. There wasn't a chance he would be getting to sleep anytime soon, he figured. He was just too wide awake. Leon moved carefully but deliberately for the edge of the bed, swinging his feet down onto the floor and rubbing his eye. He stood and the bed creaked. Smiling, Leon remembered just how creaky Claire's old yet comfortable bed could be.
"Leon?" a mumble came from behind him. He turned around, looking back in the bedroom gloom. Claire was stirring, sitting up in the bed in confusion. He couldn't make out her face entirely. "Whreyougoin?" her words were a big jumble, still half-asleep. Her hair hung in thick tangles past her shoulders, sticking up at funny angles, her skin and breasts whiter than white in the dim light. She rubbed at her eyes and reached for the blankets, pulling them up around herself.
"Nowhere," he replied, plunking back down on the bed for a moment. "Can't sleep. I was just going to go watch some TV or something, get on the computer maybe."
"Oh," Claire said, then yawned. She blinked some, looking moderately more awake, then looked at the clock. "Oh. Not as late as I thought."
"Still pretty late," Leon said, chuckling. "Sweet
hair," he cracked, reaching out and trying to smooth some of her auburn locks down. She made a face akin to something Leon suspected a cranky cartoon character would make, and he snickered some.
"Yeah, well..." Claire's thought processes were not evolved enough just yet to provide witty banter. "...I might--" Her stomach cut in, growling ferociously and quite audibly.
," Leon said, laughing outright.
"...uh, yeah...might get up to eat something." She chuckled dazedly, rubbing at her eyes again. "I'm starving."
"Sounds like it," Leon commented. He stood up and in the interests of decency, rifled around on the floor until he found his jeans. He pulled them on and couldn't help but look back at Claire as she attempted to sneak out of the bed unnoticed. "Hey. You're naked," he pointed out. Claire made some kind of noise of embarrassed consternation and hurriedly shuffled across the room to a dresser. She pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts faster than Leon would've thought humanly possible and was, sadly, no longer naked. "Aww
," he groaned, and Claire turned around to look at him, her face flustered yet bemused.
Leon grinned. "C'mere," he said, and Claire let her hands drop off her hips to walk over to him. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, putting his face down in her hair. She held on right back, her hands cold on her back--her hands and feet were always freezing; poor circulation, she'd explained. "You're hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah. I thought that was obvious," she replied, muffled into him.
"I could eat," he said. "I'm a fan of breakfast food in the middle of the night."
"I think my eggs are expired," Claire whispered in an almost conspiring manner.
"Like three or four days past date."
"They'll be fine." He grinned. "Let's eat omelets."
? At two-thirty in the morning?" Claire asked, looking up at him incredulously. "I don't even know how to make an omelet without it falling apart all over the place."
Leon directed his grin at her. "I didn't say you
needed to make them. I'm an omelet expert. You've done enough for the evening--I think I can cook."
Claire chortled, mumbled something under her breath, and socked him in the arm. Leon laughed a little and attempted to tweak her nipple through her shirt, which resulted in some friendly jostling until he finally got both of her arms under control and leaned down to kiss her. It was still kind of an unfamiliar action, but obviously a desired one--Claire stilled immediately and returned the kiss, kind of giggling around it.
"C'mon. Omelet time," Leon said, releasing her arms and swatting at her behind some. Claire laughed and began to shuffle out of the room, running a hand through her hair.
"This is going to destroy my sleep schedule," Claire noted, "I can tell already."