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Her head rested on her history textbook.
It was a friday night, she should be out partying, making questionable decisions with her friends. Doing things 22 year olds do. Not holed up alone in her apartment studying. Finals be damned.
Checking the time, it was only 5pm. She stared at her lock screen photo that she kept meaning to change. It was a photo of her, and her favorite people at her 22nd birthday: Leon, Claire, Jill and Chris.
She let the memories of the evening envelope her and bring a smile to her face. It was now almost half way to her 23rd birthday and she was set to graduate with her bachelors in just a month.
She wondered what Claire was doing, if she was free. Maybe she should call her, save her from her misery. She let out a tired sigh and closed the book.
Sprawled out on her queen sized bed, her mind filled with the man she chastised herself from thinking about; Leon. He's only a friend, she thought to herself, If she even could call him a friend anymore.
A few months after the kidnapping Leon had introduced Ashley to Claire and the two of them bonded instantly. Claire had a few years on Ashley, but they soon became inseparable. Ashley had gone radio silence with Leon since her 22nd birthday 5 months ago, but she still saw Claire regularly. Claire became the person she confided in. Long nights were spent hanging out in Claire's apartment, bonding over some chinese takeout boxes and a cold bottle of sangria.
So on that Friday night in April, fed up with studying for her history test, Ashley found herself calling up Claire. She needed to escape from her apartment, escape from her relentless thoughts of Leon.
The past almost two years since Leon rescued her from Spain, she had been in a constant battle with her heart. Leon was just doing his job. He couldn't turn down the assignment even if he wanted to. If the president trusts you enough to go and save his daughter, you obey.
He was just doing his job, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling the way she does about him. The way his blue eyes sparkled, his smile when he tried not to laugh at a dad joke he cracked himself up with, the way his strong arms cradled her body when she jumped out of that window and he caught her.
And underneath it all, the way he saw Ashley as her own person. Not just the president's daughter.
Claire picked up after a few rings, excited as she always was whenever Ashley called.
“Hey! What a coincidence I was actually just going to text you!” she exclaimed through the phone.
Ashley let out a small chuckle and a grin danced across her face.
“Really? what's up?”
“Well, Chris just got back from a mission and he wanted to hangout, it's been so long since we caught up, and I said I would see if you're free! So? Watchya say? Can I entice her royal highness to leave her school books for a night with some chinese takeout and cheap sangria?”
This was exactly what she needed, she thought. She knew Claire was always the right answer to any problem, which currently, was escaping her thoughts of Leon.
They had kept in touch after the incident, but their schedules conflicted - Ashley was in school and Leon was busy with his job. The success of her rescue had her father making Leon one of his top right hand men. She felt a strong sense of pride knowing how much her father adored him. At Easter dinner a few weeks ago he had even confessed that he began to think of Leon as the son he never had, but always wanted.
Ashley was an only child, her mother battled infertility for years until she had to get a complete hysterectomy a few years after Ashley was born. Her parents toyed with the idea of adopting a son, so Ashley had someone to play with, but as her fathers political career furthered, that idea never came to fruition. Knowing that her father had developed such a bond with Leon made her heart full.
She knew it was silly; her and Leon could never be together. But the heart wants what the heart wants. She tried to convince herself that her feelings were just because he was the one to rescue her, he was her hero, her knight in shining armor. But even after almost two years, her feelings for him were just as strong, if not stronger. Growing deeper every time she heard her father talk about him.
“Okay, you sold me” Ashley giggled “when should I come over?”
“Chris is getting here around 730, so get your ass here at like 6ish? I want to have some girl talk before Chris ruins it with his man-ness, "Claire teased.
“Okay okay, that sounds like a plan, I can't wait, see you soon Claire, bye!”
And with that, Ashley hung up the phone and then hopped off her bed to get ready. Her phone call with Claire added some fire to her step that her history book was set on snuffing out. She sent a quick text to her security detail, that she planned on leaving in half an hour.
Maybe it was time she moved on from Leon. How long is she supposed to spend pining over some guy who just saw her as the girl he rescued, his employer's daughter? Hell there was probably a clause in his contract forbidding him from having any relations with her. Leon was too devoted to his job to do anything to jeopardize his future.
That was his Achilles heel. Leon was loyal to a fault.
He would risk his life to save someone, his own life didn't matter. It never filled the void in his heart though, of all the lives he couldn't save, and he lived with that everyday. Casting a shadow on his life. Never letting himself truly be happy knowing that there were people he failed. It was this reason that he kept throwing 100% of himself into each mission he was sent on, if he was able to save one more person, maybe it would fill the loss of each life he couldn't save, especially Louis.
It was only a girls night in, and Chris, who honestly acted like one of the girls sometimes, so she didn't put much effort in her outfit. She changed into a low cut, burnt orange quarter button tank top, that hugged her curves and made her breasts look really good - the buttons allowed her to display or conceal her cleavage if she wanted to - a pair of emerald flared leggings from Victoria Secret that made her ass look really good, and a brown Georgetown University sweatshirt.
Her ashen blonde hair stayed pretty much the same for the past few years, it was maybe an inch or two longer than it was in Spain. Perfect length to do a half ponytail to get some of her hair out of face when she needed to focus on something.
She twirled in her bedroom floor length mirror. She looked comfortable, but still had her curves on display in case they ran into anyone. Her heart would always be set on Leon, but at the end of the day, she was still a woman with needs that couldn't be satisfied from staying alone in her bedroom.
Well, okay, that wasn't the complete truth. Her needs could and were satisfied many many times, alone in the confines of her bedroom; Thanks to the help of her toys and a vivid imagination. Daydreaming of all the ways she wanted Leon to touch her body with his strong hands and those beautiful lips. Those crystal blue eyes staring into her soul and giving in to every single one of her bodily desires. Ashley thought she really should be disappointed, disgusted rather, at how often she touched herself, made herself orgasm, made her twist in her satin sheets, made herself moan in carnal delight, thinking about the man who saved her; thinking about Leon Kennedy.
For almost a year, her and Leon had slowly grown inseparable. It started off slow, phone calls here and there, and snowballed fast. They texted, they called, they hung out. They spoke about nothing and everything. What they were doing, little tidbits of their day. Ashley found herself falling, and falling fast, and then as soon as they found each other, it appeared as though they lost one another. She doesn't know what happened, but he had slowly started pulling away from until right after her 22nd birthday, when they ceased communication altogether.
Even when she hooked up with someone for a one night stand, she was guilty of imagining they were him. She just couldn't help herself.
No, No, stop it. She tried to push away the images of her and Leon rolling in her bed, moaning each other's names at the top of their lungs, but she couldn't. Lost in her thoughts, the slow build up of her arousal was already building in her core. Her body was twitching to be touched. She needed to satisfy the urges or take a cold shower before she left for Claire's or she would suffer all evening thinking about the way he would taste salty on her tongue after a long workout session. How his engorged muscles and soft skin would burn under her fingertips. How his hot breath would feel on her ear as he would whisper how much he wanted her.
She could feel herself getting wetter the further her fantasy wet. Jesus christ she thought, I really need to get a grip. She glanced at her phone, it was 520. it would take 20 minutes to get to Claire's, so she had 20 minutes to herself. If she was honest with herself, she only needed 5 minutes to reach an orgasm when she thought about Leon, which would give her plenty of time to fix herself up after the act.
Fuck it she thought, tearing her pants off, hoping in to bed and pulling her pink vibrator from her bedside table. She cupped her breast with her left hand and squeezed hard, put the vibrator to the highest setting and slapped it on her clit as fast as she could.
Her body trembled. She let out a grotesque moan from her lips, that came from deep within her. She thought of him and imagined his mouth licking her folds and sucking on her clit.
In her imagination Leon loved eating pussy. It was his favorite dessert. In her dreams, he would eat her out for hours and never tire of it. Her sensitive clit pulsed under the vibrator and it wasn't long until a rolling orgasm was thrust from body, filling her up with an intense heat that made her entire body tremble. Her eyes shut tight, and saw stars. Her breath was stuck in her throat as she let the vibrator ride out her orgasm.
When her orgasm started to pass she turned the vibrator off, reached her phone and checked the time. It was 5:23. Jesus Christ, only three minutes? That must be a new personal record for just how low she has fallen for this man. How absolutely down bad she was.
She felt a sense of shame. She was only a woman with needs, and eyeballs, it was hard to ignore that Leon was an absolutely gorgeous adonis of a man who had rescued her, but at the end of the day he was also a friend, or at least he used to be.
They didn't talk as much anymore, but he was still a very important person in her life, a very important person who definitely didn't feel for her the way she felt for him. Shame washed over her, she knew how inappropriate it was to feel this way about him. Touching herself the way she does for him should've been out of the question.
She was out the door at 530, headed to Claires.