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He had heard it. The sound of his window opening.
Somebody was breaking into his apartment.
Still, he wasn’t moving. His hand didn’t reach for the knife on his bedside table. His legs didn’t move to get him up from his bed. His eyes didn’t open.
Perhaps, if the sun was still up, he would’ve tried to fight. But Leon couldn’t help but think that, finally, somebody was coming to do their job. Whether it was a mercenary killing him for a good amount of money or a whole S.W.A.T. squad because Leon knew too much and had to be eliminated. It didn’t really make sense for the president to get him killed now though. He had saved his daughter about a year ago. He wasn’t useless, yet. Maybe in five or ten years. If he survives that long.
Perhaps it was just inside his head. Nobody was here but he wished so much to be dead that his mind was tricking him into thinking that somebody was there to cut his throat, make him bleed out all the blood he had in his veins and arteries and leave his dead body on the floor, as if he had never been alive at all. Or maybe they would open his bedroom door, swiftly get in and suffocate him under a pillow. Maybe they would use their fists and beat him up, until his face would get unrecognizable and his eyes would explode and his brains would spill out of every hole of his face.
He heard footsteps. Very quiet but they were real. One person. Maybe the others weren’t moving.
Somebody is inside.
Leon opened his eyes and saw the alarm clock on his nightstand. “3:42”, he read, written in red numbers. Next to it was the letter that Sherry had written. Claire had given it to him a few months ago. The kid was already 19. He reached for the letter and read the moonlit words.
“I can’t wait to see you again,
I love you a lot,
Sherry Birkin”
She had drawn a heart next to her name.
Do it for her.
As quietly as possible, Leon grabbed his combat knife. He pushed away the bedsheets and silently got up. With careful steps, he walked to the door and his left hand turned the doorknob to open it. A dark form, right in front of him. Seems like they were waiting for him.
The rest was muscle memory: grabbing the person’s arm, turning them around, putting the blade against their carotid, pushing them against the wall and pressing his body weight against their back to block them. He was met with no resistance, hence why he didn’t stab them right away. The smaller frame had let him neutralize them.
His nose was close to the top of the woman’s black hair.
“Well, that’s one hell of a greeting,” the person said
He let her go. She turned around and looked at him through half-lidded eyes and a smirk.
“Ada? What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice higher pitched than he expected it to be
“Thought I’d pay you a little visit,” she answered, her voice calm
She fixed her clothes, smoothing her dark red blouse with the palms of her hands. Leon looked at the open window in his living room.
“For your interest, people usually ring and enter through the front door,” he said in a playful tone, walking towards the window to close it
She followed him, walking behind him so quietly that he almost didn’t hear her, even though she was wearing heels. He pressed a switch to illuminate the living room.
“Do you uh… would you like to drink something?” he tried not to be too awkward but his hair was messy and he was wearing sweatpants and a shirt and he didn’t remember the last time he had washed them
“Water. Please,” she said
He complied and walked to his kitchen before giving her a glass of water. Water in a wine glass. He ran a hand through his hair and thought shit, it’s getting long, it’s almost reaching my shoulders, do I look like I have a mullet, fuck I forgot to shave, does she care, her hair got longer too, what am I supposed to do, why is she here, and his questions remained unanswered because they went unasked. She drank the water, only half of it, and walked towards the couch. She put the glass down on the coffee table.
It wasn’t until she told him to “come here” that he realized he was just standing there. He got closer to her and she pushed him with one hand on each of his shoulders so that he would sit down on the couch. He felt her strength. She wasn’t smiling but her eyes were soft.
Her hands reached for the buttons of her shirt. She undid them one by one and Leon just looked.
Okay. This is okay. I’ve done this before. I know. How. To do. This.
He reached forward, his hand settling on her thigh, touching her skin through her tights. He looked up at her to look at her eyes. She still wasn’t smiling but her lips were pretty and glossy and he wanted to taste them. Taste them again. Maybe if he kissed her again, he would know the answer to his question.
Have you changed, Ada?
She removed her blouse, showing her breasts hugged by a lacy black bra. There was a gold necklace around her neck. He snaked his hand up, sliding his fingers on her toned abdomen and her waist. She had a long scar next to her belly button. He tried to get up to kiss her but she pushed him back on the couch.
Okay.
She took off her heels and positioned them neatly, next to the coffee table. She looked smaller. She reached behind her for the zip of her dark gray pencil skirt. He tried to help her out of the skirt with both of his hands but she did it herself. He settled his hands on her hips. The skin was soft and firm, he felt her bones and her muscles. He dreamed of this woman for the past seven years and she was there, so human and alive before him. Skull and bones and flesh and blood.
She wasn’t smiling.
“Would you like to go to my room?” he said, his voice low
She didn’t answer. She took off her tights and straddled him, sitting down on his thighs.
Not like this. I want to go in my bed.
He put the palm of his hand on her cheek. He tried to put the other one on the other side of her face but she grabbed both of the back of his hands and pushed them down, towards her chest, under her gold necklace.
Ada.
“Ada,” he said, his hands feeling her supple breasts through her bra
“What?” she answered, her voice breathy
I didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“I don’t know.”
She just looked down at him. Her brown eyes observed his blue ones, then she looked at his stubble, his neck and down his chest. She reached for the hem of his shirt. A Nirvana shirt, with a yellow smiley face in the middle of it. She helped him out of it. Her nails raked along the lines of his muscles, all the way down his black sweatpants. She palmed him through the soft fabric. He hadn’t realized he was hard and he let out a soft sigh. His hands were now on her hips, playing with the strings of her black cotton panties. They weren’t matching her bra; there was a panda design in the middle of them.
He smiled and looked up at her. She moved her hands to give him some friction.
“Ada.”
“What?”
We’ve already said that before.
“Uh…”
I want to kiss you.
“Okay,” she said
“Okay,” he replied
She got up, standing in between his thighs and then, she got down on her knees.
Don’t. Not like this.
But Leon didn’t move. She moved his sweatpants and his briefs down, letting his dick out. He looked up at the ceiling. She kissed it. His dick. Not him. After giving it a few kitten licks, she took the tip in her mouth. It was hot, her tongue was soft and pillowy. It was wet. Was she also wet down there? For him? She pushed him deeper inside her mouth, her lips stretching around his width. A breath escaped his lips. In, out. In, out. In. And out. He was hard and twitching in her mouth. She removed her mouth from him and licked the whole length, along the vein up to the tip and she sucked it, her movements fast and precise, before pushing him down her throat. She choked a little but acted as if she didn’t. Why was he still looking at the ceiling? She let out a moan muffled by his thickness.
His hands were resting on his thighs. She took one of them and put it on top of her head. His eyes left the ceiling and he let his fingers intertwine with her hair. It was soft and shiny. She took him as deep as she could, down her throat. He was hard and heavy on her tongue. Almost rough. She bobbed her head again and again, using her mouth to pleasure him. She saw his abs flex and heard him moan. In and out. Out. She swallowed the mixture of saliva and precum.
“Leon?”
“What?”
His eyes left the ceiling and he looked down at her.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
His cheeks blushed. She saw it, the tone of reddish pink on his face.
“Yes,” he said
She got up on her feet. He saw her scar on her thigh. He didn’t say anything. She sat down on him, embracing his body with hers, her wetness covered by her panties on top of his dick. She put her hands on his shoulders, he put his on her waist. She lowered down towards him and closed her eyes but she didn’t move. He kissed her. Softer than she expected. He didn’t open his mouth, he didn’t try to lick her lips so that her tongue would come out and intertwine with his, he didn’t try to deepen the kiss. She pressed her tongue against his lips and he broke the kiss. He didn’t look at her, he lowered his head and his hands caressed the sides of her body, all the way up her breasts. He cupped them gently and kissed her collarbones.
Where is it?
He pressed his lips lower. He tried to take off her bra but she stopped him, putting his hands back on her boobs. He pushed down the fabric of the bra, freeing the flesh and she let him. He kissed her left breast, sloppy kisses on the soft fat.
Where is it?
He kissed in between her boobs, just under her necklace, feeling her heartbeat against his lips.
Where is it?
Your soul?
He kissed again and the heart was beating. A kiss, two heartbeats. Questions unasked sometimes get answers.
She moved her hips so that her panties rubbed against his cock. He looked up at her. She wasn’t smiling. He looked inside her eyes.
She took him in her arms, sliding them around his shoulders to get him closer so that she couldn’t see his face. She pushed her panties to the side, lifted her hips and grabbed his dick to put it towards her entrance. She lowered her hips. He let her, he didn’t say a word about using a condom and he didn’t put his hands on her body.
She stretched around his girth. She pushed down harder, feeling Leon’s dick slide inside her wetness. She heard him breathe. She couldn’t get all of him inside yet.
Okay. I don’t remember how to do this.
He felt her lift her hips again, steadying herself with her hands on the couch. She was taking him out but he still felt her pussy tightening around him, as if it wanted to suck him back in. It was all warm and wet and soft. She took him in and out a few times and then, his cock filled her entirely, stretching her inner walls, his tip kissing the entrance of her womb, loving her fully.
I want to kiss you but not like this.
She let out a breathy moan, her forehead to his shoulder, her hands still on the backrest of the couch. He put his hands on her lower back, rubbed a few gentle circles on the skin and then, his right hand slid in between them and his middle finger got closer to where their bodies were connected.
“Don’t,” she said in a soft voice, her head still against his shoulder.
He tilted his head towards hers so that her hair touched his cheek.
“Let me.”
She sighed.
I can remember how to do this.
His middle finger slowly caressed her lips and her folds, all around where his dick was. She straightened herself, setting each of her hands on his muscular thighs behind her, palms and fingers planted in the skin, her whole body on display for him to see, to watch how deep he was inside of her, how wet she was. But he was looking at her eyes. He used his thumb to gather some of their fluids and put it on her clitoris. She moved her hips, lifting herself off of him with the raw strength of her arms, engaging her core while he made circular motions with his thumb.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Leon, fuck.”
Better.
The pace was fast. He hoped he was reaching all her sweet spots that would make her feel good. He hoped he was doing this right even though she was the one rolling her hips on top of him, getting his dick in and out of her pussy. She was moaning. He was panting. His thumb on her clit made purposeful and precise movements and he was rewarded by every sigh she let out. The chain of her necklace and her boobs moved up and down, so dreamy-looking right in front of his eyes.
“Shit.”
Leon sat up straight and kissed her nipple. He slowly sucked on it and started moving his hips up, letting out groans. Going back and forth inside of her, hips meeting hips in every rough thrust, her pussy clenching around his thick cock with obscene sounds of fluids. She arched her back, throwing her head back to show her whole neck covered in sweat. He licked it, offering the skin sloppy kisses.
“Ada.”
Let me kiss you again.
“What?”
Stay. I didn’t mean what I said back then. I see you, I know you. I regret everything, let me help you. Stay even when I tell you to go.
I want to know you.
“What’s your name?”
I want to say it. I want to say it to you when we make love.
The pace didn’t get any slower. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked at him in the eyes. She wasn’t smiling. I’ll get used to it.
“Ada,” she answered
“No. What’s your real name?”
She breathed heavily, looked up at the ceiling then down at him.
“I want to know your name,” he said, a hand on her waist and the other touching her clit again
But she didn’t answer. She moved even faster to shut him up, lifting her hips up and down as he touched her.
He dropped his head, his bangs in front of his eyes and focused on his dick slipping in and out of her. Her moans got louder and louder, white hot pleasure flooding her vision and she came, eyes wide shut. Her walls tightened around his cock and she struggled to keep the pace so he took over and thrusted inside her pussy to ride her through her high.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he groaned as his own release spilled inside her
He fucked his cum in and out a few times and then, he stopped moving. He let his head drop against the backrest while she got up on her feet. He saw his cum drooling alongside her inner thigh.
Come back.
She positioned her panties and bra back into their correct place and started to get dressed. Leon wanted to reach down to grab her shirt and give it to her but he didn’t. His dick softened and he put it back inside his underwear. He stood up to fully put his sweatpants back on.
“Uh…” he said as she zipped up her skirt, “You can stay if you want.”
Please say “yes”.
She didn’t say anything. She buttoned her blouse.
Please say something.
She put her heels back on and fixed her hair, combing her fingers through it.
Anything.
She gently tapped the palm of her right hand on his cheek. And then she quietly left, through the front door, as if she had never been there.
He slept on the floor that night, between the couch and the coffee table.
The next morning, he noticed her gold necklace, carefully set on one of the cushions.
“Okay.”