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The sleek black Porsche purred to a halt along the dimly lit side street, its engine settling into a low, throaty rumble before Leon cut the ignition entirely. The clock on the dashboard glowed 12:47 AM, the city's nocturnal pulse throbbing faintly beyond the tinted windows in the outskirts with faint noise of traffic resounding from the highway far ahead.
Out here however, there were just two of them.
Ada’s eyes rested on him as Leon shifted in the driver's seat, his broad shoulders straining against the fabric that pulled taut across his muscle, shaped by years of fighting BOWs. There was tension in his jaw as his eyes met hers, reflecting the same emotion that she was feeling.
No matter how many times they did this, it never got easier.
He was to drop her to this nondescript corner where she'd vanish into the shadows for her intel op, potentially gone for days or even weeks depending on how long it took her to complete this job. And him? His flight was early morning to some godforsaken hotspot overseas, another DSO assignment to contain the spread of engineered horrors.
“When will you be back?”
“You know I don’t have the answer for that.” she said, a quiet edge in her tone as her hand lifted to brush the stray strand of hair from his eyes before he caught her wrist. His fingers shifted, idly tracing the metal band on her finger, the one he knew she was about to tuck in a safe space, somewhere far away from prying eyes before she set out of this place.
“Mhm…doesn't mean a man can’t hope.” He murmured, a faint tease threading his voice.
“Hope is a dangerous thing, Mr Kennedy.”
“I don’t know,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “It got me you, didn’t it?”
Ada shook her head fondly at that but it faded too quickly, something heavier settling over her face, as Leon caught the shift immediately.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice softer now as he shifted closer, the space between them narrowing. Her brown eyes held his, steady and unflinching.
“I wanna say don’t do anything reckless but we both know it's pointless.” She sighed and Leon sensed that she had more to say. Noticing his inquisitive expression, she continued.
“The last time we were out on separate assignments,” she dragged, her voice quieter but edged with something sharper, “you ended up with a fatal infection and didn’t even think to tell me.”
Yeah….
“Ada…”
Her gaze slipped away from him then, settling on the dark stretch beyond the windshield as the night swallowed the edges around them.
“Baby….” he murmured, his voice low and gentle, meant only for her. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
“If that girl hadn’t saved you, you would be…” She took a deep breath, trying to push those thoughts away. She had tried to reel it in ever since he told her the full truth, really she did but that didn’t mean her anger at him had faded away.
All those years of saving him…all for him to….
“Don’t leave like this.” His hand rose to her cheek, fingers brushing along her cheekbone as he leaned closer, close enough that his breath warmed her skin. She turned her head then, drawn back to him as his blue eyes held hers. They still carried the traces of that boyish innocence as he gave her those soft puppy eyes he knew she couldn’t resist.
Bastard.
She wanted to slap him. Or kiss him.
Perhaps both.
“Don’t try to be cute.” She chastised, but her expression softened eventually as she searched his face, tracing the faint lines etched by the years, the silver threads in his hair that reminded her how much time had passed by. Her thumb brushed his lower lip, a tentative touch that lingered, as if mapping the shape of him to commit it to memory.
All those times she'd pulled him from the brink, or stitched his wounds in random motels, trading intel to keep him one step ahead, only for him to hide this? To let some stranger play savior while she stayed in the dark, oblivious?
Perhaps, that’s what bothered her. She wanted to keep him safe. Fuck, was his saviour complex rubbing off on her?
She was not unpacking that.
Leon's hand cupped her face fully now, his callused palm warm against her cool skin, thumb stroking her jaw in slow, soothing arcs. “I’m sorry, It won’t happen again.” he breathed, the words heavy with sincerity as her own fingers splayed over the steady thump of his heart beneath his shirt. It raced, mirroring her own, a reminder that he was here, alive, hers.
His lips brushed against hers then, gentle and assuring, before he pulled back. Her hand traced the salt and pepper stubble across his jaw, well aware that she should leave now, but it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to feel him alive, one more time, before she left, here and now.
Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer as her body instinctively sought the reassurance only he could give. She pressed her lips to his in a kiss that started soft, tentative; like a balm to her heart but deepened quickly as Leon responded with quiet intensity.
His arm came to wrap around her waist as he drew her across the console, her slim frame molding against his muscular one as if they could fuse and erase the distance their missions demanded.
“I should go…” She whispered when his hand slid up her back, fingers threading into her hair to bring his lips down on hers again, a low groan rumbling from his throat, making Ada melt into it. Her anger now dissolved into need, the emotional rawness fueling a heat that pooled low in her belly as she raked her hand through his mane, eager to draw him in further.
“You are such a bad boy…” She nipped at his lip, her hips shifting restlessly against his thigh, as she realised she was gonna end up being late.
A few years ago, she wouldn’t have hesitated to leave him high and dry in exchange for duty calls but as the years went by, she wanted to steal as much time with him as possible.
“Yeah?” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own darkened with emotion and arousal. “What are you gonna do about it?”
Oh?
She reached down without looking, fingers finding the control along the side of the seat, and pressed it back slowly as the backrest eased a few degrees lower. His breath hitched, just slightly, when the angle shifted, his body sinking deeper into the seat and his thighs parting just enough to make room for her, making her lips curled.
The chain of her dress, a thin, silver-linked pull tab, rested against her hip, half-hidden in the folds of the fabric. She hooked two fingers around it, the metal cool against her skin, and tugged.
His gaze dropped for a fraction of a second, tracking the movement and wanting to reach out, but she caught his chin between her thumb and forefinger, guiding his eyes back to hers.
“Not yet.”
He swallowed and she felt the bob of his Adam’s apple under her fingertips, the way his pulse jumped in his throat. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers flexing against the leather, but he didn’t reach for her just yet.
The dress slithered down her body, the fabric catching for a moment on the swell of her hips before pooling around her waist. The strapless bra she wore was black, sheer enough that the dark circles of her nipples showed through, already tight, already aching. His breath came faster now, shallow little bursts that made his chest rise and fall beneath his shirt and she liked the way his abs constricted with each and every breath he took.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, the word barely more than a shape on his lips.
Almost two decades of this and yet she never got tired of the way his eyes got hazy in times like this.
She leaned in, her free hand braced against the seatback behind his head, her fingers tangling in the ash blonde hair at his nape. Her lips brushed his ear first, hot and wet, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell before her teeth grazed his earlobe, a sharp little nip that made his hips jerk upward, making her feel just how much he wanted her.
“Next time…” she ground down against him, “you think of keeping something like this from me…” she whispered, her thighs squeezing either side of his hips, “-I won’t be this forgiving.”
He let out a groan, whether it was from her words or the motion of her hips, as his hands clenched roughly around the fabric of the leather seat, his knuckles whitening, and she decided to free him from misery, bringing his rough palms down to her waist, and they burned through the thin fabric of her dress where it still clung to her hips.
His mouth found hers and she parted her lips, allowing him entry, as their tongues clashed together, hot and demanding. She tasted the remnants of their dinner and the mint that he had, just before they were about to leave.
Leon gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer as she rolled her hips. The friction was maddening, the thick outline of him rubbing against her clit through the layers of fabric. She could feel how wet she was already, her panties damp, the lace clinging to her lips.
“Did you plan this?” He rasped, hand pressing against the damp fabric of her lace which wasn’t the most suitable choice of wear while reporting for duty. But then again….when had Ada ever followed the norms?
“Take a guess.” she moaned as his fingers pinched her through the fabric–his chest heaving beneath her as Ada moved her mouth along his stubble. Fuck, she loved the feel of his it against her skin. She wanted to feel it properly.
Pulling back, she licked at his lips once, twice… before letting the saliva pool inside, coaxing his mouth open, and then she let it fall in his own mouth, making him groan as some of it trickled down his chin.
His eyes darkened even more, if it was even possible, as his mouth crashed into hers in a hungry kiss. Their lips moved fiercely, tongues tangling before she drew back to suck on his lips, drawing a growl from deep in his chest. She couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips at that, her patience running out as she broke apart–needy and so wet that she couldn’t take it.
“I need you.”
She didn’t need to tell him twice.
Leon didn't hesitate as he tugged the flimsy excuse of her panties aside, adjusting her so her weight settled towards the top of the seat while he moved down.
His nose inhaled sharply, soaking in her scent and if she was a shy woman that would have been the thing to make her fluster but since she wasn’t, she only fisted her hands in his hair.
“Leon….”
His fingers slid easily between her folds and over her swollen clit before his mouth descended on her pussy with ravenous hunger and Ada curled her legs. His facial hairs rubbed deliciously against her center as his tongue flattened against her folds, lapping at her wetness in long, firm strokes.
She is never letting him shave that.
He delved deeper, tongue thrusting inside her, tasting her arousal while his nose brushed her clit. She slowly rocked against his face, smearing her juices over his stubble, the scratch adding to the intensity as her hand came down to squeeze her tits to relieve some of the tension brewing inside her.
Fuckkk
His arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place as she traced the corded veins. Ada didn’t voice it out loud much but god did her attraction to him only grew with age. Handsome didn’t do him justice anymore, as the fine lines around his eyes and mouth, as well as the raw strength in his muscles, forged by years of endless fights, only made him that much attractive in her eyes.
Once she had thought of breaking things off…a moment of selflessness where she mused that he was better off with a normal woman, building a family in a white picket fence house. Thank god, this man was stubborn through and through and didn’t let her follow through. Even the idea of any other women getting to feel him like this was enough to make her burn with hot. raging jealousy.
Unbeckoned by her thoughts, Leon ate her out relentlessly, making her body tremble as pleasure coiled tight. “Don't stop....” Her breath came out in sharp pants, as he hummed against her, letting her wound her legs tightly around his head, as the searing wave of pleasure climbed up her stomach.
She was about to come crashing down at any moment.
“Yeah, baby…” He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “Come on my tongue.” He hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks through her, and she came hard—her pussy clenching, flooding his mouth with her release as she didn’t care to keep her voice down.
Leon lapped it all up, swallowing greedily through her aftermath as her legs shook with the sheer force of it all, unable to stay wrapped around his head any longer.
She felt him kissing his way up her body then, as he ran his lips over he chest to her nipple. She had ended up discarding her bra in the heat of the moment, allowing him to take a nipple in his mouth, when her eyes fluttered open.
She took in his dazed face and dark eyes hooded with pleasure, and chewed on her lips.
She hated how much she wanted him. How much she loved him really.
Grabbing his collar, she pulled him up and towards her, tasting herself on his lips in a searing kiss before breaking apart.
“Get undressed.”
Like the good boy he was, he got to work immediately, pulling up the shirt over his head, drawing her eyes towards his chiseled chest, down the ridges of his abs making her ground against his thigh subconsciously. The dusting of hair ran down his abdomen spattered with scars as she followed the trail of coarse hair that lay below his navel.
She wanted to lick it all over.
“This is not gonna last long, if you keep looking at me like that.” He broke her out of all the dirty fantasies running across her head, light blue eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her dizzy. Ada liked that she was not the only one who lost her mind every time they did this.
Her hands reached for his belt without a moment’s failure, undoing it with a precision that came with years of practice, before moving to his buckle and pushing the fabric just enough to free him of his constraints. His cock–thick and veined, was already leaking pre cum as she stroked him from base to tip, thumb swirling over the slit, drawing a guttural groan from his chest.
Straddling him fully now, Ada positioned herself, rubbing his cock along her soaked folds before sinking down inch by inch, making him let out a guttural groan. She felt like a woman in heat, wanting to climb him like a tree and keep him nestled inside her for however long she wanted.
Fuckkk.
His thumb caressed her face, before tracing her lips as she let him in, sucking on it in a way that was sure to make him lose her mind, while her tight heat enveloped him completely. Her eyes caught his, as she opened her mouth to let another finger inside, flicking it with her tongue, before she rolled her hips in a slow grind.
The grip on her hips tightened, as his breath came out sharper, obviously affected by her gesture, and she could feel him guiding her rhythm as she rode him. The muscles in his arms taut but he let her take the lead, as she let go of his fingers with a pop… slowly dragging it down her body as it left a wet trail of saliva down her body.
“Fuck. Ada.”
“I am…” a small smile splayed across her lips before she nipped at his earlobe, her hand raking down his back, eager to leave the marks of her manicured nails so he could feel her for days after.
Not enough.
“Let go, baby.” She drawled in his ear, eager to have every single thought erased out of her head, as her pussy fluttered around his length. “Let go.”
His control flayed at that as he pulled out, nipping at her neck before he pushed her forward. “Turn around for me.” His voice was thick with lust as Ada lifted off him with a wet pop and felt her pussy clench around nothing. She faced the window now, knees digging into the seat, hands splaying against the cool glass for support as she felt him kneel behind her as best he could. She could feel him admiring the view, her dress hiked in the centre, ass presented, pussy glistening with their combined arousal, when he stripped her panties off fully.
“I’m gonna be late, you know.” He whispered in her ear, rubbing his cockhead along her slit, as she tilted her head.
“You are my husband first, gotta make the Mrs happy before your government.” she let a lazy smile fall on her lips, because she knew the effect that had on him. She could probably count on one hand the amount of times she had called him her husband in their eight years of marriage and she knew it drove him crazy, to be claimed by her like that….
“You are driving me insane…” Sweat beaded on his brow, one hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head to the side for a brutal kiss over her shoulder as his tongue thrusted in time with his cock.
Ada's hand clawed the window, leaving smeared prints, her breaths fogging the glass in erratic bursts as she felt like she was going to lose her mind. His hips snapped against her ass with each drive, making the car rock visibly and she couldn’t care less if they got pulled over for public discretion. Her moans got louder, as she felt him lean forward to massage her clit.
The pleasure was wound tight inside her as her fingers dragged down the foggy window as she derived as much pleasure she could from his ministrations. His balls tightened and his words became unintelligible praise–broken sentences that were like.. “So, so gorgeous…” and something like “making me lose my mind since that day back then…”
“Is that why…” her words came out in gasps. “-you told me to go our separate ways…”
She would never get tired of holding that over him, even when he was as close to her as one could be.
“I was a stupid man…” he breathed out, licking the sweat running down her neck as a particular thrust had her biting her lips…”stupid, foolish man…”
Leon's thrusts grew erratic, grunts mixing with her cries as he droned on and on about how lucky he was to have her…how much he loved her and how crazy she made him.
Almost there….
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt her walls grip him tightly, his thick length hitting that spot inside of her that made a violent shiver pass through her.
“ahh..”
Her walls fluttered then, clamping down as orgasm tore through her, pussy milking him in waves as he followed her in ecstasy, hips stuttering as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep inside her, filling her until it leaked around his shaft. Her name left his lips like a silent prayer until his thrusts became languid, slow…coming down from the high as a single tear fell from her eyes–feeling herself drained and overwhelmed all at once.
They stayed locked like that, panting, bodies slick and spent before Leon kissed her shoulder softly, withdrawing slowly to watch his seed drip from her swollen pussy. She didn’t have the strength to move, not just yet as she relished in the warm cocoon of his strong arms around her.
She didn’t know how long they stayed like this, stealing away seconds or minutes before their impending separation but Ada knew that she couldn’t delay this any longer. A quick look at the time told her that it was wayy past 1:30 now. She had places to be like yesterday and Leon had to catch a flight soon too.
Time to break the spell.
Ada straightened, gently pushing him apart as he made space for her to slide into the backseat. She didn’t bother cleaning herself up, choosing to let his cum stay warm inside her at least until she reached the next stop point. Yeah she was greedy like that. She could feel his eyes watching her, and was thankful when he did not comment on that.
Peeling off the dress gathered around her waist, she grabbed practical gear from her bag- a charcoal turtleneck that hugged her curves without restricting movement, paired with a fresh pair of underwear and sleek black pants.
A chuckle reverberated the inside of the car as she cocked an eyebrow.
“So, that dress was for me, huh?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, handsome. It's all wrinkled now. Obviously, I can’t wear it anymore.”
Lies.
It was a flimsy fabric made to be peeled off her like a birthday present and she had intended to reap its benefits one way or the other before she were to leave, but Leon didn’t need to know that.
His ego was high enough these days.
Gathering all her gear, she climbed up to the front, noticing that Leon was now dressed as well, looping in his belt, as she chose that opportunity to touch up her makeup and comb through her hairs, and adjusted the front mirror.
It was a good thing that she opted to wear a turtleneck, she was easy to bruise and the red marks of his hand and teeth were littered all over body.
“When am I going to hear from you again?”
“Maybe by the end of week, if I am not dragged in the middle of nowhere.” She offered, reapplying her lipstick carefully as to not leave any smudge outside.
“Lucky me.” He had put on his jacket now and was raking his hairs to make it look more presentable and she took the liberty to brush it out herself. He was one of the rarest men she knew who still had a head full of hair.
And lucky her…
Satisfied with her work, she pulled back, donning her heeled boots, when she felt him grab her hand.
“Heyy.”
She looked up at him from her periphery, watching him bring her knuckles to his lip before placing a soft kiss over them.
“Stay safe out there.”
Her eyes softened at that, tracing his stubble with a gentle move before she closed the distance between them, placing one final kiss on his mouth.
“Don’t try to miss me too much.” With a wicked smile, she dropped a souvenir in his lap, to remember this till she returned. Leon’s laugh rumbled deep, affectionate, as he saw the discarded panties from before, shaking his head, as she reached for the door.
That outta loosen him up a bit.
Enough delay.
And with that she slipped out into the night before disappearing into the shadows.