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After getting to the extraction point, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride to the Madrid airport was quick. Apparently it was an hour long, but you didn’t know. You were already falling asleep. At some point you were handed a small suitcase of clothing. Leon was just handed a paper bag.
Then from there, you stepped off and were ushered into a private club room in the airport. It was some type of VIP lounge for important guests of the country. There was a small bar, couches facing TV’s, and a spread of breakfast foods.
Oh yea, it was 8AM…you’ve been awake for almost 24 hours now.
You and Leon were the only two here, other than secret service at the door.
You’ve been in these lounges before when traveling with your family. As an adult now you tried not to rely on your father’s political power or money when you needed to fly somewhere.
But…indulging sometimes is nice.
“You ok?” Leon asked. He had a gloved hand on your shoulder.
“Yea…everything is just hitting me now.” You admitted, “How long until the plane is ready?”
“We have a couple of hours.”
Perfect.
Your eyes roamed around as you walked in. there was a specific goal in mind. You know these lounges have them…
Bathroom with Shower/Baño con Ducha
“Oh thank god.”
Your boyfriend, No, fiance , looked up to the sign, “You go first,” He walked over and held open the door.
You had other ideas. You grabbed his hand and walked in with him. He looked almost embarrassed but didn’t pull away.
Oh the secret service is going to have a field day.
Leon slipped off his harness and belts. His guns were already taken by the agents tasked with the travel, allowing for easy removal of his clothes. You paused your undressing when he took his shirt off.
Bruises, scrapes and even some burns littered his skin, mingling among the other scars. There was a bruise the size of a basketball on his ribs. Another was on his right knee. A deep, scabbed over gash crossed his left bicep. He must’ve gotten the wounds before he was infected or after the plagas was removed.
You stepped over and put your hand gently on his injured arm, “I’m sorry.” you murmured in guilt. He had gotten hurt because you had been kidnapped.
Maybe if you were smarter, or stronger or more clever, he wouldn’t have-
“Remember what I said,” he put his hand under your chin and tilted your face to look into your eyes, “I would do this 1000 times over, just for you.”
God, he was so perfect.
You kissed his lips, leaning in to put your hands on his bare chest.
You loved this man. So much.
“I love you.” you murmured, breaking away, “I love you so much Leon Kennedy.”
“I love you too.” He responded, kissing you again.
His hands helped you peel off the rest of your clothes. You tossed them in a dirty pile in the corner of the bathroom and immediately stepped under the shower water.
The pressure wasn’t the best, but after the night you had, you didn’t care. Without hesitating you and Leon began to clean yourselves. The water turned rusty brown as soon as the droplets touched your skin. It streamed down the drain like a mud-filled river.
Luckily, or perhaps it was planned, there were hotel bottles of soap and shampoo for you. You opened one bottle and squeezed the contents into your hand before turning. Carefully, you ran your fingers through the agent's hair.
He let out a pleased sigh, closing his eyes. You massaged the shampoo into his scalp, washing away the sweat, grim and blood that clung to his blonde strands. Your fiance let out a small moan at the feeling.
You made a mental note to play with his hair more often.
Your hands worked through his hair, getting his blonde locks as clean as you could before you focused on his skin. Your palms were filled with soapy, sweet smelling body wash. You started at his chest, being careful of any open wounds or bruises.
You made your way up to his shoulders. Your thumbs rubbed gentle circles into his skin. You were careful of his neck, knowing he was sensitive with it. Once satisfied, you washed his arms, massaging the muscles.
Leon let out a very content sigh. His eyes were closed, relaxing under your care. He took a deep breath when you managed to step behind him in the small shower.
You got more soap and began to wash his back. Again, you were careful of his scars. However, your lips ghosted over his marked skin, leaving small pecks and kisses. You found his body beautiful. Every line and blemish told a story. Of his determination. His survival.
You left a tender kiss on the bullet scar on his shoulder.
He shivered under the warm water.
Your chest rested on his back and you hugged him from behind. It was a silent moment between the two of you. Silent, but loving.
You let your hands wander. They danced over his abs, moving lower. They lightly walked over his hips, focusing on a specific area of his body.
“O-oh.” Leon jumped slightly when he realized where your fingers were headed, “a-are you sure?”
“Mhm,” you hummed “as long as you're OK with it.”
Consent matters. If your fiance was too tired or wasn’t in the mood, you wouldn’t push.
“Yea…” he murmured, “Yea I am…”
Yay. you thought, happy to treat Leon to something that wasn’t influenced by a killer parasite.
Immediately your fingers began to touch and trace over his soft dick. It didn’t take long for him to get half-hard with your ministrations. Despite his tiredness, his body responded to you easily.
Leon took in a deep breath. He leaned forward, putting his hands on the white tile wall as you continued.
His cock became hard in your palm as you began to rub and stroke him. You started slow, letting the pleasure grow at a steady pace, “You doing ok?” You asked, leaning your head against his back.
He nodded, “Yea…” his response was quiet, as if afraid of the agents outside hearing you.
“Hm…good..” Your lips kissed his shoulder. You were under no illusion that the secret service in the lounge didn't know what you were doing, so noises and sounds didn’t matter to you.
“W-what about you?” He asked softly, looking back at you, “We don’t have a lot of time before…”
“S’ok…” you mumbled, “I just want to make you feel good.” your other hand snake around his hip and cupped his balls.
Your fiances breath hitched, and he let out a soft moan, “Fuck…” despite his exhaustion, it seemed he was sensitive to your touches and strokes. He whimpered slightly, releasing breathy moans.
You hummed, pleased by the quiet, soft noises he made. Your speed picked up now, your thumb rubbed the underside of the tip, your wrist twisted slightly, and you kept rubbing his balls.
The agent was breathing hard, body shaking ever so slightly.
“How do you feel?” you asked, “Feel good?”
“Y-yes.” his voice was husky, “I feel good. So good…” Leon swallowed, “Can’t last long…”
“That's OK,” you kissed his skin again and again, “means i’m doing a good job.” your words slurred slightly, you were tired. Very tired . But god damn, you just wanted to make Leon feel as good as he can.
“Amazing…you're doing amazing…” he mumbled, “I feel so good…s’good…” He moved, resting his wrists against the wall to hang his head, “M’gonna cum soon.”
“Good…” your words were barely above a whisper, “I love to make you feel ecstasy. I want to make you see stars.” You were nearly incoherent. Maybe it was your own exhaustion, but your mind was processing things somewhat slowly, “I wanna make you cum.”
Your whispers and mumbles seemed to trigger his end. Leons breath hitched and his shoulders shook. He let out a soft mewl, cumming from your hand. You kept going, stroking him through his orgasm, making him moan ever so slightly. You only stopped when he whined from the overstimulation.
Your fiance remained bent over, leaning against the shower wall for a minute. He breathed heavily, trying to get his nerves under control. While he recovered, you washed your own hair and skin.
The water was cold, but ran clear by the time you both were done. You dried off with the cheap towels the lounge provided, and got dressed.
Ah, you were given your usual outfit you wore while flying. Comfy but professional, incase of tabloids or news outlets finding out about your travel from Spain. No doubt the White House already crafted a statement in case of exposure.
You could already see it, President’s daughter used taxpayer money for trip to Spain from the channels that hated your dad, or President's daughter visited Spain to pay respects to historical sites from the channels that loved him.
Leon was given more combat gear. His shirt was black, as were his combat pants. He got his harness and belt back on. Clearly the government didn’t care for his own comfort. However, he didn’t seem to mind much.
Once dressed, you and him walked out of the washroom. You were allowed to rest and eat while you waited for the jet. You didn't even realize how hungry you were until you began to eat from the breakfast laid out for you.
Honestly, you couldn’t even finish eating. You were too exhausted.
At some point while waiting you had crawled into Leon's lap and wrapped your arms around him. Your head rested on his shoulder and you closed your eyes. His hands rested at your lower back.
It was either a few minutes or an hour later when Leon shook you awake, “Hey, the jet is ready.” He must’ve gotten an update from the person on the other end of his ear piece.
You groaned and nodded, “m’kay…” you rubbed your face with your hands, feeling even more exhausted than before.
The both of you were led from the lounge to the runway. The secret service followed protectively. You could tell in your haze of sleepiness and tiredness that Leon was on guard as well. Honestly you debated grabbing his hand but you knew better. You had to be professional, at least for now.
However, that mask broke as soon as you got onto the jet.
Ah, so this is where taxpayer money was going…
It was a luxury jet. The seats were cushioned, with plenty of legroom and small tables for eating or working. On the far left wall was a couch facing a TV on the opposite wall. At the very end of the aircraft was a cubby area that had a queen sized bed. A small curtain was hanging out of the way, indicating you could get some privacy if needed. The entire jet was decorated with clean mahogany and sterile white walls.
Bed.
“Take off in 20 minutes.” Your fiance informed you, helping you onto the jet and to one of the leather seats, “Hope it's an easy ride.”
You nodded, looking out the window. Your eyes took in the airport's activity. The ground workers prepared for your aircraft to hit the air. They scrambled slightly, and it hit you that your arrival here must’ve caused some flight delays and cancellations.
How… small . After everything you’ve been through over the last few days…
well, before you were kidnapped, you might've been upset with a delay. But now? If your flights were delayed or canceled, you didn’t think you could care much.
“Leon?” you looked up at him. For some odd reason you were emotional now. Your vision blurred with tears, “Can…can you hold my hand while we take off?” You felt like you sounded like a child.
But you just wanted Leon .
He sat down next to you silently. His fingers interlocked with yours, “You’re gonna be OK.” the agent spoke to you kindly, “I know it's hard to go back to normal. But everything will be alright.” he knew what you were feeling. He’s been in your position before. Where all the peace you’ve known had shattered into a million pieces, “It’ll take time. But I'm gonna be right here to help you.”
You gave him a small smile.
The jet took off and was stable in the sky about 30 minutes later. Once the aircraft was flying steadily, you were allowed to get up.
Which you did.
You kept your hand in Leon’s pulling him to the bed at the back of the jet.
“Reading my mind.” He mumbled.
You kicked off your shoes and immediately crawled onto the mattress. It was stiff, not the most comfortable, but considering everything, it felt like a cloud. Your arm tossed the blanket to the side, signaling for your fiance to join you.
He smirked, closed the curtain and flopped next to you. Immediately he let out a pleased, but dramatic groan. “Needed this.” He mumbled, face down on the pillow.
You snorted, lying down next to him, “Yea…” your voice was quiet, dripping with exhaustion. You just laid down and already you were fading into sleep. Your position shifted and you snuggled next to him. He draped one arm over you, pulling you closer. He reached and got the blanket over you both, finding warmth in the cold sky. The hum of the aircraft's engines helped you drift to sleep.
You didn’t know how much you slept. It was deep enough that you didn’t dream. You closed your eyes and once you opened them, hours had passed. Despite how deeply you slept, you felt groggy. Maybe it was the fact that you were still flying…or maybe it was the fact that the soreness caught up with you. Or you were sick now, having caught a cold from everything that's happened.
Honestly, it was probably all three.
“Hm..” you groaned, “fuck…” your temples throbbed slightly.
You felt warm lips on your forehead, “Hi.” Leon murmured softly. He kept kissing your face, moving down to your lips. His arms were still wrapped around you, keeping you close.
“Hi…” you mumbled between kisses, “How long…?”
“Asleep for 9 hours, I think.” He responded, “Somethin’ like that.”
“Oh.” your hands ran through his hair, keeping him close as you two made-out in the back of the jet, “Wanna join the mile high club?” It was a sudden question. One that probably took him off guard with it.
Your fiance’s eyes widened as he stared at you. He remained silent for a few moments. You could see it in his blue eyes that he debated it. After a couple more second he nodded, “Fuck yea.”
Now with consent established, the two of you became even more heated. Your make-out session became sloppier, hotter and more passionate. Your lips never left his as you opened his belt and lowered his pants to reveal his flaccid cock. One hand traveled up his abs and the other began to touch his soft shaft.
Leon’s breath hitched and he jerked slightly, “Y-your hands are cold…” He swallowed.
“Hm…sorry.” You mumbled softly, “Just excited…”
“Excited huh?” He sounded as tired as you. One hand was on your hip, the other was holding the back of your neck. His eyes were droopy, clearly still exhausted. You could feel his soft dick perk up slightly the more you touched him. Despite how tired you both were, his body was responding.
Sleepy, lazy sex sounds amazing…
You leaned forward and took his lips into a tender kiss. Your hands stopped touching him to get your bottoms off. You shimmied, getting them out of the way. Once free, You tossed them off to the side and returned to stroking Leon’s cock.
Your fiance swallowed. He had begun to kiss your neck. The hand at the back of your neck slipped down your stomach and between your legs. His rough fingers began to draw circles over your clit.
There was silence between you other than your kisses, breaths and moans. Words didn’t even need to be spoken. Everything that needed to be said was in your actions. Your kisses were loving. Your touches were tender and gentle.
Pleasure built slowly. Your fiance knew how to touch you to have you wet, especially when he slipped a finger inside.
Your husky gasp caused him to shudder. His eyes were on you as he pumped his finger inside your warm, wet walls.
“Beautiful…” He kissed your face over and over again, “So beautiful…” The agent’s free hand held your cheek as he fingered you slowly. It was clear he enjoyed this. Teasing you. Making you moan.
While he treated you to slow growing pleasure and bliss, you did the same.
Your thumb rubbed underneath the head of his cock. You could feel the precum beading at the tip, spurring your movements on. The pace you stroked his length was slow and steady.
Leon moaned your name ever so slightly. He was hard in your palm as you touched him, “Can..can I?” He asked sweetly in between kisses, “Can I keep going?”
“Yes…” You breathed. Your eyes were barely open, but you could see his beautiful face.
His cheeks were flushed ever so slightly, his own blue eyes were heavy and his lips were parted from kissing you so much. He tilted your face towards him and he took you into another sloppy, sleepy make-out.
The hand fingering you stopped and pulled out, earning a whine from your throat. His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh before lifting your leg. As if on instinct, you wrapped it around his lower back, pulling your body closer.
You wanted closer .
Your fiance guided his hard, weeping cock to your entrance. You felt the tip between your slick lips before he pushed in.
Moans left the both of you at the feeling. The agent remained still for a moment, letting you adjust to him inside of you.
Once you gave a nod and a soft, “Keep going…” He started at a slow pace.
Leon’s thrusting was as lazy and sleeping as everything else leading up to this point. His lips were on yours still, sloppily kissing you. His thumb was still rubbing your clit, and his free hand was holding your face.
You felt good. So good.
But truthfully, it was less about an orgasm for you right now. You just wanted to be close to the man you loved. You were so immersed in the warmth and affection that you two shared, that nothing else mattered.
Your hands tangling themselves into his blonde hair, keeping his face close to yours.
There was just a comfortable silence between you two as you were so focused on the rise and fall of your pleasure. Only the hum of the jet’s engine as well as your breaths and moans between your kisses broke the quiet.
Leon kept going, making your pleasure build. His sleepy focus was on you and only you. His lips were always on you as he rolled his hips again and again. The pad of his thumb picked up its speed slightly, causing you to let out a husky whine.
“You're so perfect…” He mumbled, voice rough and slurring, “God, I love you. I love you so much.”
His words added to your approaching bliss. Despite the slow, loving and sleepy pace, he was going to make you cum.
You moaned softly, falling to the feeling of what he did to do, “Y-you’re amazing…” your brain was struggling to form sentences. The building pleasure was overriding your exhaustion and grogginess. It felt like sparks were going off at your core.
You don’t know if it was because you were airborne, exhausted or you had the plaga removed, but the orgasm that hit you was intense. It was a wave, rising through your body and making you feel pure white ecstasy. Fireworks exploded in your eyes.
Leon came with a shudder when you moaned his name. He held you tighter, muscles flexing as he felt his own bliss.
You both stayed still, breathing heavily. Your highs died down, leaving the two of you to bask in the afterglow. Your eyes closed, and you could feel yourself falling back to sleep.
Your fiance pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. He held you as you drifted back to sleep, and once you were back to peaceful slumber, he allowed himself to follow.
“I love you.” the agent murmured quietly, words repeating, “I love you…I love you…” He knew he’d have to face the fact that the president’s daughter was his fiance. He wasn’t blind to the fact that his job was now in jeopardy. But he couldn’t care.
He just wanted to stay there with you, cuddling close, and letting peace envelope you both.