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The most self-indulgent college au fic I've ever written. I'll be posting chapter two tomorrow!
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Leon could feel his eye lids growing heavy. He cradled his head against his hand as the meeting droned on. He wasn't even sure why he had to be there. Hunnigan sat across from him at the meeting table with her pen and pad of paper in hand. She was attentive enough to take notes and fill him in later. His phone vibrated against his leg inside his pocket. He leaned back and pulled it out. They were in the back by the door, so no one would worry about him texting. At least, that was his excuse for checking his phone. Hello, handsome. Leon stared down at the number. He didn't recognize it. But it had Ada written all over it.

Where did you get my number? He didn't remember giving it to her the last time they met. How is the meeting going? Leon glanced around the room. Hunnigan scribbled something down on her notepad. He wanted to ask how she knew he was in a meeting. But what was the point? She wouldn't tell him anyway. What do you want? He asked. Same as you. And what is that? A little entertainment. She wasn't wrong. If she'd said she was in the building right now, he'd excuse himself and go. Anything

to get out of this room. What did you have in mind? Fuck it. What did it hurt? He didn't need to be in this meeting anyway. Wish I could be there. No, you don't. You wouldn't want to get caught here. What if I didn't get caught? What was she playing at? Someone else got up from the table to speak. They pulled up a PowerPoint presentation and began to drone on. Fucking great. This would never end. How? I'd hide under the table. Maybe between

your legs. Leon looked around the room again. It wasn't like anyone could see his phone. Oh, that kind of entertainment. I'll play. What would you be doing down there? I'd spread your legs and cup your shaft throught your pants. At this rate, he'd actually start getting hard. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Would you unbuckle that belt of yours for me, handsome? She continued. Of course. I'd unzip my pants for you too. What a gentleman. I'd have to free that cock of yours. Maybe run my thumb up and down your thick vein the way you like. Would you get wet for me? Ada was either

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She Isn't Mine by shelbyshoe Ship: Leon S. Kennedy/Ada Wong Tags: Jealousy, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Canon Universe, Post-Resident Evil 4, POV Leon S. Kennedy Hunnigan had touted the simple escort mission. But when Ada shows up, on the arm of Leon's rich diplomat charge, things become anything but simple. He is forced to watch their interactions without a word. And inside, he finds the ugly signs of envy, a possessiveness that he confronts her with. "Didn't think you were the jealous type," she says. Yet, it appears she likes what she sees. 5,512 words, one-shot

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"Sometimes, I don't feel real." Leon leaned back in the worn brown couch. His hand choked the neck of the bottle of wine they'd been sharing and balanced it on his knee. His eyes had grown distant, lost somewhere she couldn't be. Ada reached out to gently extract the bottle from his grasp. The contents were mostly depleted anyway. He blinked away whatever thought plagued him when she took it. "You look real to me," she said and tipped back the bottle to her lips. "You know what I mean," he said. In his intoxicated state the words ran together in a cute way. But it was telling that his conviction seeped through. His brows drew together and he sank deeper into the

seat. The sad truth was that she did know what he meant. Real people didn't do what they did. The two of them hid the truth from the world in the dark with the monsters. She'd been at it so long that she'd forgotten what the light felt like. Leon, on the other hand, was so close he could touch the warm rays of sun but never walk into it. She wondered which was worse. To never know what it is to be free of monsters, or to have peace only for it to be taken away. The thought made her head hurt, or maybe that was the wine. Ada leaned over the settee and picked up another wine bottle from the abandoned

crate. The dust whipped into the air and made her sneeze. "Bless you," Leon said and reached out his hand for the wine. "Thanks. I got this one." She fumbled the corkscrew and worked to open the bottle. It proved harder with every bottle they finished. The cork came out with a loud pop and she held it to allow the contents to breathe. They sat in silence with empty heads and warm chests filled with libations. She eyed their holsters and weapons that they'd taken off in a truce, a gentle reprieve after a long mission. "I'm tired," she said. She was tired in the way an old dog was tired, and in Leon's

soft laugh she heard it too. "I've been saying that for years." He reached for the bottle and she pulled it away. "Not yet," she said. He fixed his eyes on her as if willing her to give it to him anyway. When she didn't, Leon attempted to stand but merely slid down the seat and onto the floor in front of the couch. Ada laughed from the fumble. Once she started she couldn't stop. Leon's shocked face kept her laughing. She held her stomach and leaned forward in a fit. He sat silent and still on the dusty floor as she calmed. "Leon, where is your shirt?" She attempted to contain her amusement but felt it slip

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