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Married life had it's ups and downs especially when you're married to a government agent who constantly leaves on missions for weeks to months on end. You made your peace that being married to Leon would be difficult. But it doesn't always mean you always agreed with some of things your husband does.
And Leon knew this. Yet, he pushed his luck this time. Perhaps Leon got used to believing that whatever he did - you would always come back to him. Oh, how wrong he was. He believed that after the argument yesterday over how allowed the newest rookie flirt with him and not set boundaries, Leon thought there was no reason to when he was just training them, and nothing had happened. Like a dumbass, he believed that it would blow over.
Nope.
Leon was utterly wrong. The bed was empty. That was odd because he had been a light sleeper since Raccoon City outbreak so how did you slip past him during the night? You were a FOS agent, a woman behind the chair; someone who absolutely refused to go out on field work because you claimed you didn't want the trauma that followed or smell like shit after each mission like Leon would each time he came back from one.
That was the first instance on the day. He was sure you'd get over it by breakfast time, so he took his time showering, got dress for work begrudgingly needing to write reports for the last mission he did. As soon Leon entered the kitchen, you were gone.
Now frustration took over him because morning time was one of the times he had alone with you before the bullshit at work. Leon barely got to see you at work since your department was several floors below his and to see the well-crafted routine over the course of your marriage; it irked him. He hated his routine being disturbed at home especially when it was the only source of normalcy he had.
And what irked him worse? The stupid green neon sticky note plastered on the fridge, he ripped the note from the fridge and took a closer look.
Gone to work. See you later.
Cold and distant. His fingers crumbled around the note harshly and let out a deep, rumbling bitter laugh. "What are we fucking five?" Leon grumbled under his breath. He couldn't understand why you were jealous over some rookie agent he was training - he only loved you; no one else, it was ridiculous! Fine, he can give you the silent treatment too if you wished to avoid him.
A day passed.
Leon was losing his fucking mind at the silent treatment. He cracked first. He was following you around at dinner like a lost puppy, his fingers were holding the back of your shirt as you prepared dinner. Forty-nine years old and Leon was acting like his younger self over his wife's anger.
"Are you still going to ignore me, sweetheart?" His voice rumbled, peering over your shoulder to stare at the side of your face. Silence. Nothing. His fingers tightened around your shirt and began tugging on the fabric. "I know you hear me, stop ignoring me. You have nothing to be jealous of.” His words almost came out like a plea.
More silence until, “I’m going to eat dinner in my office. Serve yourself.”
The utter audacity! Another routine ruined! Leon loved eating dinner with you. He loved to hear about your day and the gossip that came from romances around your department, how another intern messed up your files and how you would scold them; he wanted to hear your voice. And you denied him the pleasure as you grabbed your plate and hurried past him that his fingers slipped off your shirt going limp on his side.
He hadn’t felt this sort of rejection in years. And Leon fumed over dinner, poking and glaring at his plate.
But what made him spiral was how you never came to bed and you locked your office door! That didn’t stop Leon, he tried to pick the lock but he honestly sucked so he did the extreme thing and went outside of the house to the window to open it up determined to make you talk to him instead of this frustrating silence. His face peeked through the window seeing your eyes trained on the computer, ear piece in no doubt helping an agent on the field.
Leon should have left but he didn’t like the agent Xavier that you often assisted. The younger man overstepped at times yet he never said anything. Oh but the silence and the argument? He couldn’t care less what situation Xavier was in that you needed to help him. His fist raised and knocked on the window impatiently.
“I know you hear me, open the window.”
You looked up unimpressed and annoyed that Leon went on the roof and crawled along it just to get your attention. It would have been cute if he didn’t piss you off. You turned off your mic real quick to address your husband. “I hope you fall!” With a harsh pull, the curtains shut his view of you.
Leon stared at the blocked out window. Disbelief and annoyance crept on his face. For a moment, he considered breaking the window. As much he thought about it, he didn’t want another reason for you to be angry so he took a deep breath and scaled the roof back into his house. He was going to give up. It was ridiculous at their age on how you were behaving.
But he couldn’t blame you at the same time. You expressed multiple times at the discomfort of the rookie agent’s advances towards him; he obviously saw it but he only cared about his job on training them nothing more. Just a job.
Oh but Leon didn’t realize he was going to taste his own medicine soon.
Leon tried once again getting your attention the next day. Flowers were sent to your desk yet his secretary awkwardly told him you wouldn’t accept them. And now they mocked him on his desk as fellow agents were asking who gave him flowers and he would reply, “the grim reaper.” because he might as well be dead from the silence from his wife.
Hunnigan seemed to catch wind of their argument as you were complaining about the rookie who didn’t seem to take a hint Leon is married to you. While Leon was brooding with his hands deep against his face mulling over what to do about you, she leaned against his doorframe with an amused laugh. “Desperation doesn’t suit you.”
“Yeah? And what does? Blood?” Leon deadpanned, dragging his hands from his face and lazily tilted his head at her. “Guessing you know the details of the drama?”
Hunnigan simply shrugged. “It is awkward to have both of my friends in an argument like this. Sherry has been complaining about how her parents were getting a divorce.”
“A divorce?” Leon’s voice raised as he sat up straighter that his chair creaked loudly in his office. Surely the argument couldn’t have lead to divorce over some rookie agent?
Hunnigan blinked. “She was joking. You know your girl wouldn’t divorce you.” And Leon visibly relaxed and glared at her for the mini-heart attack he almost had. “Do you want my advice?”
“Anything would be surely helpful after the heart attack you almost gave me.”
“Then here’s a tip for you. She’s going out for lunch in ten minutes, just reassure her that you wouldn’t leave her for a rookie agent.” Hunnigan stated.
“I have been saying that.” Leon defended.
Yet Hunnigan gave him a deadpanned expression; hearing both sides of the story and being on both ends of what her friends were going through – she can confidently say that Leon had not reassured you of anything. “Really? Oh sweetheart I’m just doing my job, there’s nothing to worry about.”Hunnigan mocked his voice. Coming out of someone else’s mouth Leon cringed. It sounded terrible now that she put it that way.
His hands dragged along his face once again. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.”
“Majorly.”
“I should have reassured her that I’m not doing anything with the rookie.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re making me feel so much better.” Leon grumbled sarcastically. His body suddenly got up from his chair pushing it back fast and began making his way out of his office past Hunnigan. “Thanks for the help despite your clear bias.”
Hunnigan smirked because she always chose your side. “You got five minutes left.”
Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately left the DSO department towards the elevators where he bounced impatiently as the elevator descended slowly until it stopped just before the lobby and in came the rookie agent Carmilla came strutting in. Her eyes immediately landed on Leon, sparkling the second she realized it was him.
Fuck, just what he needed before he went to see his wife. Carmilla started talking to him but he was half-listening that he didn’t notice her standing close to him, he was thinking of what he would say to you once he found you in the parking garage. He fought bioweapons all the time, his life was constantly on the line; he almost died multiple times on different missions but facing you? He’d let you rip his heart out if it meant it made you feel better.
“Uh-huh, sure.” Leon absentmindedly said.
“Really? Okay!” Her voice came out high-pitched that Leon cringed.
He wasn’t sure what he agreed to because the moment the elevator open, he immediately quickened his steps. It was easy to cross the lobby and out to the parking garage. His eyes looked around for the familiar red porsche that was the same brand as his; a gift he gave to you on your birthday.
The echoing of footsteps poured through the parking garage and his heart leaped, turning around to see if it was you. His twitching smile fell when it was Carmilla following him. He stopped walking and gave her a raised eyebrow, “did you need something? Because I’m in a rush.”
“Aren’t we going to lunch?”
Leon stared at Carmilla and stared as confusion settled on his features. “What?”
“You agreed in the elevator to going to lunch.”
“What? No I didn’t-” Leon realized when he was thinking of his wife and ways he was going to apologize that Carmilla must have asked him on a lunch date. Fuck, just what he needed. He didn’t need Carmilla believing she had a chance when she didn’t. “Rookie, there’s been a mistake. I’m not going out on a lunch date with you, I am married.”
Carmilla tilted her head and shrugged, stepping closer to him as she grabbed his upper arm. “Your wife doesn’t have to know.”
His eye twitched from the touch of another woman’s hands on his bicep. Before Leon could say anything, you were in your car a few feet away witnessing everything. Utter rage filled you from seeing the younger woman’s hands on him. Like any normal person, you should get out of your car and demand an explanation or trust your husband on handling the situation.
Perhaps there was a spike in your hormones because you did the most rational thing ever.
You tried to hit them with your car.
Leon’s eyes widened seeing the familiar red Porsche heading their way as the headlights came into view, his instincts of years of field work made it easy to pull him and Carmilla to the side. His lips fell open in disbelief gazing at you as the car window slowly rolled down half-way to expose your narrowed eyes were met with his. “Oops, I didn’t see you there.”
“Are you mad?!” Leon shouted, angrily pulling himself from Carmilla to grasp the handle of the car and began tugging it to get you out of there. “Get out of the car.”
“It was an accident, I was barely going ten miles per hour.” Which was true, you weren’t trying to kill him. You were just going to tap him with the car and he knew this – you wouldn’t actually kill him over some girl gripping him.
“We haven’t talked in days and the first thing you try to do is hit me with your car!”
“Oh, you survived worse.” You waved your hand mindlessly and your expression fell once again glancing to Carmilla behind him. “I hope you enjoy your little lunch date.” With a roll of your window, you blocked Leon’s furious gaze from your view, ending the conversation. The engine revved throughout the parking garage and you sped away for your lunch break.
Leon stood there in disbelief seeing his wife drive away after almost tapping him with a car he had bought her. Unexpected laughs came out of him as he stared at the spot she was once in relief. “Well, at least she doesn’t want a divorce.” And it was a relief because he had been spiraling the last couple days believing you would never acknowledge his presence again.
“Your wife is crazy!”
Oh, right. Her. Leon turned the side lazily and a deadpanned expression, “one of the qualities I love about her.” He had to deal with this. Leon couldn’t stand for you to be angry about this situation any longer, he would have someone else train Carmilla. He wasn’t going to risk his marriage over a woman who didn’t understand he is married.
“Aren’t you going to report her? She tried to hit us with a car!”
“Report her? No, this is her on a good day.” Leon quipped and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Then I’ll report her-”
Leon barked out a laugh. “No, you’re not.” His voice rumbled, stepping closer to her with narrowed eyes. “If you try to report her, I can easily report you for sexual work harassment. I have witnesses on your shameless flirting and I can have you fired given I founded this department. Or, you can keep this incident to yourself and I can point you to another supervisor where I do hope you learn your lesson on not flirting with married men.”
The threat was there, he didn’t like to threaten his co-workers but it was necessary. He couldn’t risk his marriage over some horny rookie. “The choice is yours.” He had scared her, good, she should learn her lesson on not being a weirdo. Leon turned to leave her alone in the parking garage where he was going to find you once you came back.
Leon waited outside of your department. Everyone at the FSO department knew you were married and allowed him in the department once you returned from lunch. He didn’t wait to see if you had something important to do, he went to the back where Hunnigan and you worked in. He had his thoughts planned out, carefully constructed reasons to plea with you that he did what he should have done a long time ago.
He pushed open the door and his mouth opened to explain himself but his lips closed seeing Xavier leaning over you, his arms caged in on either side of you as you worked on the computer typing away. A white hot flash of jealousy that he hadn’t felt in a while filled him. Leon always was secure in the marriage, he never had reason to believe you would commit infidelity and break your vows.
Yet, the mere sight of this younger man towering over you. His clothes brushing against the back of your hair embedding his scent on you made his fingers flex from years of survival itching to reach for his gun on instinct on shooting a bullet in his head. “Didn’t know we were having a party in here.” Leon sarcastically said.
You turned your head to peer over Xavier’s arm and Xavier gave a simple smirk. “Ah, the famous Leon Kennedy. I always hear about you from her.” Yet, Leon watched how Xavier pressed his chest closer against the back of your head. Oh, now he understood what you meant.
He was beginning to feel what you had felt. Leon felt like a bigger idiot for taking this long to send Carmilla to another trainer because if he knew Xavier liked being this close to you, he would have tried running over Xavier with a car too. “Yeah? Then you should know I can kill a man before they can blink.” His lips strained into a smile. “Out. Now.”
“Leon, we really have to finish this-”
“Out.” Leon growled out with finality. The clear anger made Xavier seize up and meekly nodded as he pushed himself immediately away from you and made sure to keep his distance from Leon almost as if he was afraid Leon would kill him if he stuck longer almost bolting out of there. A smile fell on his lips from his response to his little threat.
“Threating agents now?” You deadpanned, turning around in your chair and crossed your arms underneath your chest.
“And you tried to run one over so we’re a match made in heaven.” Leon quipped, striding over to you in a few simple long steps and shot his hands out on the armchairs caging you as he leaned down to face level to you. “So we’re even.”
“Even?” You scoffed, holding your ground while glaring up at him. Despite how angry you felt the past couple days, the closeness of Leon made your cheeks warm and he wasn’t oblivious to how you were affected by him. Good, he wanted you to be affected by him. “You were out in the parking garage with your little girlfriend.”
His nose inhaled deeply. “You misunderstand, sweetheart. Do you think I’d ever cheat on you?” Silence came out of you but your eyes soften and shook your head because at the end of the day, you trusted him but he didn’t listen to your discomfort on how Carmilla was towards him. One hand left from the arm chair and raised up to grasped your cheeks in his hand, his thumb traced along your cheekbone lovingly. “I could never cheat on you. And you were right, I should have placed boundaries and sent her to another trainer. I just. . .” He took a deep breath and glanced away for a moment, “I just don’t want an underprepared agent to go out there and be killed.”
You stayed quiet for a moment. Leon was still the man back in Raccoon City who wanted to help people. Who still cared for people. You should have guessed that was the reason he didn’t want to stop training Carmilla but to do it out of his discomfort and yours? “If she got into the DSO, then she’s well trained enough to fight what’s out there. You can’t always save everyone, Leon, no matter how much training you hone into someone.”
And that was the bitter truth that Leon had to swallow each time another dead agent shown up in the morgue. Another colleague dead from bioterrorism. His eyes narrowed at the ground trying to melt down the reality of the truth. “I know.” His voice was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at you – he looked older than what he was. Years of fighting and there was still no end. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. I. . .politely explained she was going to another supervisor.”
“You threatened her, didn’t you?” You questioned with a small laugh.
Leon cracked a smile. “Perhaps, but I did it politely.”
“Nothing is ever polite with you.” You pointed out, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. The tension of the last couple days was almost gone. Almost. As much the relief settled into that Carmilla wasn’t going to be around Leon much, the way Leon had reacted to Xavier brought raised eyebrows on you. “So, did you understand what I felt when you saw Xavier against me like this?”
A huff came out of Leon and his thumb traced along down to your jawline with a soft squeeze as the small wave of jealousy filled him. “Yes.” He admitted with a grumble.
“And what did we learn, Mr. Kennedy?”
“That if I don’t listen to my wife then I’m going to get the silent treatment.” He paused and let out a breath of a laugh, “and she will hit me with her car.”
“Mhm-hmm, good.” You mumbled trying to turn away from him but his hand on the arm rest held you in place while his other hand slid down your throat holding you in place. “Leon, I have to work.”
“No, you don’t. I spend days agonizing over you ignoring me.” Leon bent down till his knees hit the ground as his body leaned forward, his shoulders forcing your legs apart. The fabric of the pencil skirt pooled up towards your thighs, his hands found their way on the stockings on your thighs holding you in place as his face fell forward pressing his face against the clear outline of your puffy pussy outlining with dampening slick. “Days allowing you to be a brat towards me.” His nose dived deep against the fabric trying to will his way into your skin through the fabric as he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent he missed from you. “I craved my wife every day – and now, you’re not going anywhere until you apologize for almost hitting me with your car.”
“I’m not going to walk for a while, aren’t I?”
“Nope.”
EXTRA:
Hunnigan’s laugh filled the office as she leaned back in her chair replaying the video evidence of Leon and Carmilla almost getting runned over as you leaned your head on her shoulder almost snoozing away from being fucked all day yesterday by your husband. “Did Leon make you assign Xavier to someone else?” she asked, replaying the footage once more for her entertainment.
“Yes, Xavier went to the sweet, almost deaf Margaret.”
“Yikes, I’m sure Leon had something to do with that.”
“Mhm.”
“Soooo, did you tell Leon you found out you're pregnant?”
“He’ll use his head more once he realizes I wouldn’t have tried to hit him with a car normally.”
“Wanna bet on how long it would take?”
“I give it two weeks.”
“I give it a month.”