Work Text:
There are layers of hell that are nicer than the District in the summer, of that Claire was almost certain. She was draped languidly across a sunken office sofa that had seen better days, listlessly fanning herself with a folder of documents she should have been reading, beads of sweat forming on her brow.
The building’s central AC unit had gone kaput and a backup system wasn’t a luxury the organization’s budget could justify— they’d have to wait for repairs, and it would likely be days before the replacement part could be stocked. That alone would have anyone on edge, but Claire had been on for 7 days straight, working overtime in the middle of a record-breaking summer heat wave. The younger Redfield was wound up way too tightly.
Which is why the sound from her equally frustrated peer from the desk across the room pushed her over the edge. The noise that had fallen from those full lips was practically lewd— half frustrated groan and half desperate whine, and Claire immediately knew she had to hear it again.
At least hers was an interior office. Standing abruptly, Claire moved to shutter the blinds of every window before crossing the floor to the door, pushing it closed and turning the lock with an extremely satisfying click. She didn’t have to turn around to know that she’d captured Leon’s attention; she could practically picture the mixed look of confusion and intrigue on his pretty face. Wordlessly, she crossed her arms in front of her to grab at the hem of her blouse, slipping it up and off to reveal a too-thin white camisole that left little to the imagination. Fuck it, it was way too hot for modesty.
Claire took a moment to roll the tension from her shoulders, tilting her head to one side and the other before arching her back in a graceful stretch– the breathy little moan that followed was genuine. Leon shifted in his chair behind her.
The smirk that touched her lips was absolutely devious, and Claire didn’t hesitate to act on a sudden, impulsive thought. Fingers teased the hem of the thin tank top for a moment before slowly peeling it up over her head, taking the time to draw out the tension, relishing in the sound of Leon’s surprised inhale of breath. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with more than just the summer day’s heat, as if neither Claire nor Leon wanted to speak and ruin the moment.
He broke first.
“Claire…”
She wasn’t sure if it was encouragement or a warning— frankly, either possibility was terrifying for different reasons— but it was far too late for Claire to back out of this now.
“Oh, relax…don’t tell me I’ve offended your girlish respectabilities, Special Agent Kennedy...” Her tone, though exasperated, was tinged with an unmistakable fondness as she finally turned around to face him, the hand at her waist already working free the button of her slacks. Leave it to Leon to be an absolute Boy Scout about their shared mission.
“Leon, it’s sweltering, neither of us can think straight, and we’ve got jack shit accomplished. Sweat your ass off and die of heatstroke if you wanna, that’s your choice, but I can’t take it anymore. Besides…” a sly grin touched Claire’s lips as she trailed off. “It’s not anything you haven’t seen before.”
Admittedly, it had only been the once— or, well, the however many times it had happened over the weekend they’d spent recovering in the hotel after Raccoon City. But that was different— that didn’t count. They’d shared a traumatic bond that no one else could ever understand, not truly, and it made sense they’d leaned on one another for comfort. The weekend was spent cleaning and tending to each other's wounds, both physical and emotional— each determined to keep it together for the other and for Sherry. The little girl had already been through enough. They all had been through enough; they’d deserved their weekend of indulgence. It had been easy enough for the two of them to find time alone after Sherry had gone to sleep.
Claire and Leon shared one intense, emotional, passionate weekend and just… never talked about it again. It had been years, they’d kept in touch, busy as they both were, and they’d crossed paths many times since that weekend, both pretending not to notice the electric chemistry every time they were together. Still, even though he hadn’t acknowledged it, Claire knew with certainty that Leon remembered. He couldn’t forget the way she’d clenched around him, the litany of praises she’d breathed hot against his ear as she rode him in the bathtub, just as she could never forget the sound of his desperate whimpering beneath her– so loud she’d had to shove her fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet when he came.
Her tongue swept over her lips to moisten them before arching a playful brow at Leon, issuing a silent challenge as she draped her neatly folded slacks over the back of a chair. He may have only grunted and rolled his eyes in response, but Claire knew it was only a matter of time until he joined her. She didn’t push the issue, shrugging and returning to thumbing through the files she’d abandoned earlier. It didn’t take long for her to reach flow state, and Leon’s presence was all but forgotten as she pored over the documents, occasionally pausing to scribble something furiously in her notebook. The shrill call of a cellphone ringer eventually broke the silence, and with it, her concentration. Claire lifted her gaze towards the sound just in time to hear him speak, suddenly unable to form words of her own.
“Agent Kennedy…” he greeted the person on the end of the line boredly, unaware that Claire was all but gawking at him as he leaned back in the uncomfortable desk chair he’d been occupying. He’d clearly followed her lead in attempting to cool off, his own pants crumpled in a haphazard pile on the floor. The sleeves of his white button-up were pushed up, and while he was technically still wearing it, the shirt hung open with every button undone.
Claire certainly didn’t mind; in fact, she was quite enjoying the view. Green eyes swept across the expanse of his broad chest before flickering down to appreciate his defined abs and the little trail of hair leading down to the top of his fitted boxer briefs. A flush crept up the back of Claire’s neck, and she swallowed hard. How on Earth was she supposed to focus on anything else with him sitting there looking like that?
“Not much to report, all quiet on our end so far, I–” Leon’s paused, looking up at Claire with confusion. Why was she suddenly standing right in front of him? Standing and staring. He gestured at the phone, indicating the obvious– he was on a call, but his eyes swept over the room to verify there wasn’t an immediate danger he may have missed. She didn’t say a word as she moved to straddle his hips in the office chair, stifling a giggle and pressing a finger to his lips before gesturing for him to return to his phone call.
“It’s… uh, I’m…. sorry, what was the question? Yes, yes… No, believe me, I understand the importance of…” Leon wasn’t sure what Claire was playing at, but having her in his lap made it difficult to focus on the conversation he was attempting. She gave him a moment to regain composure before rolling her hips down to press against his, causing his brain to short-circuit once more. He could barely control the groan on his lips, quiet for a moment. “Uhhh… oh god. Sorry, I–”
Claire shifted in his lap so she sat astride one of his thighs, knee pressed lightly against his groin, and the movement caused him to let out another, more audible noise of appreciation. Resting her hands on his shoulders to gain purchase, Leon’s free hand moved automatically to her hip to steady her, and blue eyes silently begged her for a mercy he wasn’t sure he truly wanted. Without breaking eye contact, the younger Redfield pressed herself down against his lap, slowly grinding back and forth, humping his muscular thigh, and Leon was a goner.
“Agent Kennedy…? Special Agent Kennedy, come in, do you copy? Leon?? Are you okay? Leon, can you hear me?” Claire could hear the voice on the other end of the line, though muffled, was growing frustrated. She didn’t let up.
“I, uh, yeah… bad connection.” He managed to choke out, disconnecting the call and powering the phone off immediately after. An embarrassed flush crept over his cheeks as he felt his cock hardening under her ministrations. Head lolled back, Leon’s hips bucked forward inadvertently “Jesus, Claire, what’s gotten into you?”
Claire pulled her lips from his neck, leaning back slightly to get a better read on his expression, but Leon’s hands gripped her hips tightly, not letting her leave his lap.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Well, that’s not exactly what I said…”
Claire met his gaze evenly, refusing to make a move. She needed to hear him say it. He groaned and shifted beneath her, desperate to feel more of the wetness against his thigh that had soaked through her panties but not wanting to give in and admit it, finally speaking when he realized she was going to call his bluff and stand up if he didn’t.
“No,” he replied almost sullenly, and Claire could swear he was about to pout. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good boy.”
Leon shuddered beneath her, cock twitching at the whispered praise she breathed against his ear. His hands moved from her hips to squeeze the globes of her ass, pressing her body closer to his in the process, and the corner of Claire’s lip tugged upwards into a cocky little smirk. Dragging a manicured nail along the V-shaped lines of his lower torso, she couldn’t help but giggle at the way he whimpered when her hand finally reached the waistband of his underwear.
“So eager for me…” Her tone was teasing as her hand disappears under the fabric, and she took note of the way he hissed when she gripped his length, feeling him grow harder in her hand. After a few slow, deliberate pumps, Claire moves to rest her weight on her knees, lifting herself from his lap and releasing her hold on his cock.
“Claire please, I–” Leon's words faded out when her lips crashed into his. The large hands on her waist moved to tug her panties down, lifting her easily to fully remove the offending garment and toss it away, desperate to feel more of the wet heat growing between her thighs. It was Claire’s turn to whimper as she felt his thick fingers slip between her folds. He smirked as he pulled away from the kiss and his fingers slowly dragged her arousal upwards. “Huh. Looks like I’m not the only one who’s eager.”
Leon chuckled softly when she shot back for him to shut up, but obeyed nonetheless, the calloused pad of his finger slowly ghosting tiny circles around her clit the way he remembered she’d liked. Claire’s green eyes squeezed shut. A small gasp fell from her lips as he encouraged the little bundle of nerves to expose itself from beneath her hood.
“Don’t be such a fucking tease.” Claire groaned, hips rolling to meet his touch, needing more of him. Leon simply chuckled again, dipping his head to press a kiss to the soft curve of her neck. He relished the gasp that fell from her lips when he licked at the sensitive skin behind her ear, but Claire recovered quickly. She’d never been one to give up control easily. She broke the embrace by leaning back, tugging the tank top she’d worn instead of a bra over her head and letting it drop to the carpet. He watched through half-lidded eyes as she removed her last vestige of modesty.
He didn’t need to be told what she wanted, lips dutifully closing around the stiff peak of her left nipple as she guided her breasts to his mouth. The hand that wasn’t gripping her hip like his life depended on it ghosted up her ribs before moving to cup the other mound, grinning against her flesh as he felt the nipple harden in his palm.
“Take those off.” It was a demand, not a request– Claire was growing impatient as she tugged at the hem of his boxer briefs. She needed more of him, needed to feel his hard length buried deep within her wet channel, desperate to be filled. Leon was eager to oblige, lifting his hips to awkwardly slide his underwear down his thighs without upsetting her balance in his lap. The soft whine that escaped her lips when he pulled back to do as she said made him shake his head, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Hey, you don’t get to get frustrated that I stopped, I’m just following orders here.” He murmured against her ear, but Claire was tired of his teasing. Her small hand moved to rest on his neck as he lined himself up. Her grip tightened, squeezing the sides of his throat as she sank onto his hard cock, breath hitching as she rolled her hips down fully, earning a pretty gasp from the agent beneath her. His hips jerked upwards, his head lolled back– the tight walls of her pussy practically clung to his length, and Leon bit his lip, worried he might not be able to last long at the pace she was setting.
Claire didn’t let up.
Burying her face in his shoulder to stifle the sounds that fell from her lips, the younger Redfield clenched around his cock as she continued to ride him, angling her pelvis in such a way that each thrust hit the spongey bundle of nerves inside just the way she liked it.
“Fuck, Claire… fuck, you gotta take it easy, I’m gonna… Jesus, Claire…so fucking tight…”
She didn’t slow her pace, gripping the edges of his throat more firmly as she sank down, shuddering around his length as he babbled needily in her ear.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Claire cooed softly, chasing her own imminent release. “I want you to. I want you to cum with me. I want you to cum inside me. Can you do that, Leon? Can you be a good boy and cum for me?” The noise he made, half strangled gasp and half desperate groan, was like music to her ears.
Her climax crashed over her in strong waves. The tight walls of her cunt milked his cock, and he was a goner. His release quickly followed, hands gripping her hips so hard he’d certainly leave bruises, and the two rode out their pleasure together Leon grunting as he twitched and emptied himself inside of her until they both collapsed back into the chair, basking in the afterglow.
Strong arms wrapped around her frame, holding her tight against his chest as his cock softened inside of her, neither quite ready to move from the other’s embrace. Leon pressed an idle kiss to her temple as their breathing slowly returned to normal, both content, neither speaking, and he wondered, just for a moment, if she really had been made in heaven.