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The harsh beam of Leon' s flashlight skitters across the scene before him: a few desks arranged in a circle, papers littered across the floor, drawers pulled open. It's sloppy, like people left in a hurry. Or just carelessly, perhaps.
Tucking the flashlight between his cheek and shoulder, Leon rifles through scattered pages after peeling them from the carpeted floor. There's no mention of anything noteworthy, nothing to do with what he was sent here for, anyway.
The red and white Umbrella Corporation logo stares at him from the top of every page, the very same haunting his dreams since Raccoon City. When tasked with investigating an auxiliary Umbrella facility for any traces of bioweapon research, Leon was practically shoved out the door after a suspiciously vague briefing. Annoyed as he was to be rushed into coming here, he simply told himself it must be for good reason. If anything could be done to prevent a repeat of that night—to prevent another grotesque menagerie of monsters from being unleashed on innocents—he was happy to do it himself.
Leon skims through a few more piles of insignificant notes before moving into the hallway. The facility appeared to specialize in plant-derived pharmaceuticals. Steroids, anti-emetics—products for Umbrella's bottom line, at least, for appearance's sake. Sheep's hide for the wolf. As it stands, any illicit research taking place here appears to have been scrubbed and burned.
He finds it odd that USSTRATCOM became suddenly concerned with this location so long after Umbrella's demise. Even stranger given the mundanity of his findings thus far. However, Leon was never really one to fight his orders, especially those involving B.O.W.s.
His pocket rings, a chirping tone echoing through the empty halls. He pulls out his communicator and answers.
"Just a quick check-in," Hunnigan greets, her face peering out from the dimly-lit screen, "Status?"
"So far, nothing." he replies, "Haven't come across so much as a pill." He enters the next room.
"Copy that. I'll be touching base again in a couple of hours. Call me before that if you find anything dangerous."
"Did you get any tip as to what they're looking for, exactly?" he asks, cutting in before she can disconnect.
Hunnigan shifts her glasses further up her nose with a sigh, "Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is that they want a sweep and extraction of any bioweapon data or specimens. Given Umbrella's history, I think they're just being thorough."
"Right," he huffs. Being sent alone with no idea what's in store—not exactly ideal. It seems Hunnigan shares the sentiment. "I'll be in touch." With a nod from his handler, the call ends and he continues his aimless searching.
After another half an hour of reading miscellaneous files, the ceiling lights flicker on. Leon jerks his head up, wincing at the intruding brightness. A gentle rattling emanates from overhead as the ventilation system staggers to life. Carefully setting the papers in his hand down, he pulls out the pistol holstered in his belt. Someone found where to turn the power on. He isn't alone.
"A-choo!" Ada's sneeze ricochets off the cement walls. "Ugh," she grumbles, "should've brought a mask for all this dust…" She resumes her ascent up the stairs, her heeled boots clicking softly with each step. The journey to the building's basement had, thankfully, not gone to waste. She managed to find the switch to the backup generator system, which means the computers upstairs could be booted up. No need to rely on a flashlight anymore, either. Big plus.
With the power on, Ada can start working on what she was sent here for. A tip came in that a previously-disregarded Umbrella lab had piqued the interest of the US government. She was directed to scour the place in hopes of discreetly swiping up any valuable data before the feds got to it. Currently, she heads for the laboratory she passed on the way to the basement, where she'd spied a row of monitors through the door's window.
Out of the stairwell, Ada takes a few turns around the now-illuminated hall—still eerily quiet, save for the hum of the florescent lights and air ducts. Eventually, she finds herself at the laboratory door. She's able to enter without a hitch, which she finds a bit unusual for an Umbrella facility.
Since her arrival, Ada hadn't run into any major roadblocks. Most doors in the building were open, any locks she came across were easily picked, and the facility being abandoned meant sneaking around was unnecessary. Perhaps there wasn't anything valuable enough here to hide. However, orders are orders and money is money. Even scraps of data about some new, experimental treatment could be sold off, if only to save another researcher some time.
Ada pushes the top button on one of the computer towers and the PC groans reluctantly as it powers on. While the monitor cycles through boot screens, she swipes at the layer of yellow dust coating the keyboard, wrinkling her nose as the particles irritate her nostrils. The faster she can get out of this dusty dump, the better.
She wipes her gloved hands on her black pants to get the gunk off and sees that the monitor is prompting her to log in. She pulls out a flash drive from her pocket and inserts it into one of the tower's ports. A moment later, the screen blinks, the login overridden. Perfect. Now to poke around the local network files.
She makes quick work of clicking through the computer's directory. Or, rather, as fast as a PC that hadn't been booted up in ages allows. She plugs a memory chip into another port and starts downloading files. Nothing exciting, from what she briefly skimmed through. Anything truly valuable, such as B.O.W. research, could give her an excuse to negotiate higher compensation. But, otherwise there's no reason to look very closely.
There is, however, one folder that draws her attention. Titled 'Project Eros', the folder does not open when Ada clicks. Instead, a small window pops up:
Access denied. Administrator permission needed. Insert external administrator access key to proceed.
A hard stop despite her drive working to override the previous permissions checks. With such a tight lock, and a title like 'Project Eros', it's guaranteed to contain something intriguing.
"What could you be?" Ada murmurs to herself. She needs to figure out a way to get into that folder. But before she can strategize further, a familiar voice pricks her ears.
"Hands up."
"Is that who I think it is?" the woman before Leon asks, her voice warming with amusement. She slowly lifts her hands above her head and turns to see his pistol pointed at her.
"Ada?" Despite himself, Leon's heart flutters at the sight of her face. He could not get a very good look at the person he saw through the room's window, choosing to act quickly before being noticed. But seeing her now—raven hair cropped at the chin, wearing a burgundy turtleneck, pants that hugged her curves, and a pair of heeled leather boots—Leon doesn't know how he could mistake her for anyone else.
"Uncle Sam works fast. Thought I beat you to the chase." Her dark eyes glitter, lips curved up flirtatiously.
"Sorry to disappoint." His eyes dart behind her, taking in the open computer screen. "I see you got the power on."
Ada's smile widens in confirmation.
"Who sent you? Why are you here?"
"Now, now, Leon," she tuts, "you know I can't tell you that. But my guess is that you're here for the same thing as I am."
He narrows his eyes, "Which is what, exactly?"
"Oh please," she sighs, "it's not like the government sent Agent Kennedy here to pick up prescriptions. There are B.O.W's here, aren't there?"
He isn't quite sure what to say. Sure, he was sent in to look for them, but Leon has no idea if there are bioweapons to be found, data or otherwise. True to its flora focus, Leon had even passed what looked like an artificial greenhouse on the upper floors. All that remained there were rows of crumbling leaves and empty planters. Though he has to say, he was relieved to see that the only thing moving in the greenhouse were a few withered vines fluttering as they hung out of the air vent in the ceiling. No sign of the humanoid plant creatures he saw in Raccoon City. The place was barren, aside from typical pharmaceuticals.
Leon doesn't want to seem clueless, nor should he to give too much away if she's working against federal interests. But, when it comes to Ada, he'd rather just lay his cards out on the table.
"I don't know," he admits. He approaches the computer, still keeping his gun pointed at her. "I'm taking a look around but they didn't say to look for anything specific."
"Really?" she replies incredulously, "So they sent you here, alone, with no intel? Nothing in mind?"
Leon ignores her, seeing the pop-up on the screen, then notices the two sticks plugged into the computer tower. He moves in to take a closer look, "Looks like you found something interesting."
Suddenly, he's tumbling backwards. Ada had managed to take advantage of his diverted attention, knocking his leg out from under him. She makes for her holster. Leon quickly regains control of his limbs. Still on the floor, he kicks her wrist. She hisses as her pistol clatters out of her hand and slides across the floor.
Leon pushes up on his elbows to stand, still awkwardly holding his firearm. Ada doesn't let up. She slams the tip of her boot against the side of his gun's barrel and sends it skittering away. He lets out a pained grunt as she kicks his shoulder, but manages to grab her ankle with the opposite hand. He yanks and she joins him on the floor, falling on her ass with a huff.
He hauls himself to his knees, facing her, and grips the belt around her waist with one hand to pull her to him. Ada brings a fist down hard on his forearm, slackening his grip. Within a blink, she twists herself, using the momentum to collide her shin against his head. Leon's vision blurs momentarily as he's knocked into the side of the counter, the keyboards above him vibrating at the impact.
He sees Ada facing away, lifting herself up on her hands. He pushes off and dives toward her. She notices and tries to stand up faster, but before she can get both feet under her, Leon snatches the heel of one boot in his fist and tugs. She falls on her belly with a yelp, her arms flailing at the sudden motion. He takes advantage of her surprise, crawling until his body is over hers and flips her onto her back to face him.
Ada squirms under him. He puts the full weight of his lower half on her legs to hold them in place. Keeping himself up with one arm, he uses the other to pull her wrist above her head. Feeling Ada's free hand pawing at his waist, Leon realizes she's going for the knife on his belt. He smacks her hand away from the blade, grabs her wrist, and pins it next to the other, immobilizing her.
They stare at one another, breathing hard. Ada gives one last jerk of effort. Leon tightens his grip in return.
"Maybe if you wore more practical shoes," he starts, swallowing between breaths, "you'd have actually gotten away."
Her mouth quirks up into a grin. "Big talk from the guy who had a gun pointed at me the whole time and still ended up on the floor."
Leon lets out a conceding hum, any remaining hostility between them breaking.
"Truce?" she prompts.
Ada's hair is splayed out around her head, her lips parted, still panting. Leon watches her gaze fall to his own lips, which probably look much the same. Their clothes are dirty, streaked with the yellow grime that seemed to layer every surface in the room. It had gotten kicked up in the air too, suspended around them like a cloud. The adrenaline from their tussle has the blood pumping in his ears. Ada's eyes meet his, now with an intensity to them that wasn't present before. It's in that moment—very aware of the press of their bodies, the proximity of his face to hers, the tickle of her breaths on his lips—he feels his blood start pumping elsewhere.
Leon clears his throat and lifts his hips off hers, hoping she didn't notice him growing hard. He feels hot, far hotter than a fight that short should have made him. Perhaps the facility's heating system turned on along with the rest of the power. He lets go of Ada's wrists, fairly certain she wouldn't attack again. Leon offers her a hand to stand up, trying to tilt his pelvis out of her line of sight.
"What should we do?" she asks, pulling herself up with his help. "I'm not leaving empty-handed."
"Meaning there are bioweapons here, after all."
"I never said that."
"Then what are you ripping from that computer?" He retrieves his gun and holsters it, seeing she does the same with hers. If he keeps some distance and focuses on the mission, his erection should go down soon enough.
"Everything," Ada replies, walking over to the monitor, "Anything. Information is king, any of this stuff can be sold off and continue development elsewhere."
"So, what's this about?" Leon points to the prompt on the screen.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." She purses her lips. "Some folder in the network called 'Project Eros'. I can't override the lock on it. Looks like a dongle key can be plugged in to open it, probably exclusive to higher levels of clearance."
"Ominous," he comments. "If there's anything related to bioweapons, it's gotta be in that folder."
She nods, then turns to Leon with a grin. His pants start feeling tighter. "Why don't we work together?"
Leon clears his throat, nervous that the forming bulge was becoming obvious, and shifts a leg. "What do you mean?"
"Let's try to find that key. We can take a look at this 'Project Eros' together and see if it's worth anything in the first place."
Leon frowns, "If it is a bioweapon, I can't let you walk away with it. I don't think this is gonna work."
Ada disconnects her drives from the tower and puts them in one of the pouches on her belt. Leon finds himself following the curve of her hip and tracing his gaze down her legs. He blinks as Ada walks up and past him.
"You don't really have much of a choice for now, do you?"
Ada keeps pace behind Leon as they maneuver to the higher floors. He leads them towards the administrative area of the facility, claiming he passed through it on his own earlier. She stares appreciatively at his broad back. The jacket he was wearing now hung off one arm, revealing a navy blue compression top that barely concealed the toned physique beneath it.
Their little wrestling match in the lab left her hot and bothered. Just the memory of their pressed bodies—Leon's weight on her hips, the feeling of his firm hands pinning hers, the way his hair framed his face as he peered down at her—sent waves of heat from head to toe. She managed to keep her cool before, having attributed her excitement to the rush of action, but her arousal still lingers long after their brawl. She can't help but think about how he'd held back, not roughing her up as much as she did him. Ever the gentleman. Not that she intended to hurt him, either. For now, she's happy they're aligned for the task at hand.
"The offices should be just up this stairwell." Leon props the door open and gestures, "After you."
She complies. Ada brushes past him, her skin tingling under her clothes where they touched. She thinks she hears Leon's breath hitch. As he follows her up the stairs, she can't help but slyly add some extra sway to her hips as she climbs, just to tease him. The sound of his footsteps slows below her. Ada smiles to herself in satisfaction.
She turns the knob on the door at the end of the flight, keeping it open for Leon as he comes up behind her. Giving him a quick glance, she sees that a light blush paints his cheeks. Ada looks away before he notices. She's sure her own cheeks look just as rosy, but he doesn't have to know that. It's always better to have the upper hand with these things—or to uphold the illusion, anyway. If Leon made any move on her right now…Well, it would be difficult to keep up the facade.
"This whole hallway is private offices," Leon explains, "Administration, from what I can tell. If that key is still in the building, it's probably around here."
"You said you went through this floor already?"
"Didn't know what I was looking for," he shrugs.
"Right," she replies, nodding, "I suppose we should work our way down the hall." Ada enters the first room on the right, Leon following suit.
She starts with the desk, opening drawers and rifling through their abandoned contents as Leon checks the bookcase across from her. Ada watches him through stolen glances. His jacket is thrown over his shoulder so he can reach for the highest shelf. She stares hungrily at the exposed skin of his tapered waist as his shirt rides up.
The warmth spreading in her body intensifies. She feels the dull ache between her thighs become something sharper, more potent. Her breath quickens and the contents of the drawer before her start to blur.
This is getting to be a bit much. She likes Leon, getting a little physical and having another opportunity to watch him work is always a treat. However, she's in the middle of a job. This team-up is shaky at best, and if that folder really does contain information on a bioweapon, she can kiss Leon's goodwill goodbye. Getting worked up over the man that will stand between her and her mission isn't a good idea. She needs to get away from him and calm down.
"Finish up in here." It comes out huskier than she means. Ada swallows and makes for the door, "If we split up, we can do two rooms at a time."
"Good idea," he responds, a bit hastily. She doesn't dwell on it, glad her excuse was accepted.
Out in the hall, she looks down at her hands. The yellow dust stands out starkly against her black gloves. Funny, she hasn't had so much as a sniffle since getting back from the basement. Her body must have acclimated.
Leon waits until the clacking of Ada's heels disappears upon her entrance to the carpeted room next door. He lets out a sigh of relief. Despite his best efforts, he's still hard and it's starting to get painful. He had to flip himself up into his waistband during their walk upstairs, taking his chance when she wasn't looking.
Trying to act natural around Ada when he wants her so badly proves exceedingly difficult. He cannot let her too far out if his sight, the data from 'Project Eros' could be dangerous in the wrong hands. As much as he likes her, the idea of Ada handing over information that could be abused disturbs him. So why is it that his body betrays him when he needs to keep his guard up?
Leon can't concentrate on what he's doing. Focusing on searching the bookcase when his cock throbs painfully against his fly is almost impossible. He's sure it won't be long before a wet spot surfaces through the cloth of his pants. He still feels hot, even after taking off his jacket. Sure, he finds Ada beautiful, he always did, and grappling with her in the lab was thrilling. But, he hasn't felt so out of sorts since his days as a hormonal teenager. It's, frankly, embarrassing, especially as a federal agent on the clock.
At this point, something must be done. He needs to get his mind out of the gutter and back to work. In his initial sweep of this level, Leon had seen a bathroom around the corner. However, he doesn't want to give Ada an opportunity to slip away. The only thing more shameful than not being able to get rid of a boner is letting the person you were guarding escape while trying to get rid of it. Bathroom is out.
Leon decides to quietly shut the office door. He should still be able to hear Ada if she leaves the neighboring room, but wants to maintain some level of privacy. He shakes the jacket off his shoulder. Reaching into its pocket, he pulls out a small pack of tissues he'd put in there when he had a cold a few weeks ago. That'll do. He sets his jacket on the desk and leans his back against the wall, unzipping his pants.
Tissues in one hand, he pulls out his aching member with the other. Its tip is coated in clear, sticky fluid and Leon notes how wet his boxer briefs are. He grasps his shaft and gives it a slow tug.
"Fuck," he whispers, inhaling sharply. Feeling how stiff and swollen he is, it's no wonder he felt so uncomfortable.
He uses precum to lubricate his hand before stroking himself. As he gives in to arousal, images of Ada flash behind his closed lids—her tousled hair, the intoxicating way she looked at him while he held her down on the dirty floor. Leon grunts as his core clenches, a wave of pleasure making his hips buck forward.
He thinks of the subtle, feminine scent of Ada's perfume, the way she sent a jolt of electricity over his skin as she brushed past him in the stairwell earlier. Replacing the feel of his hand with the image of Ada's leather glove sliding up and down his cock. He imagines her standing before him, dark eyes peering into his with a teasing smile on her lips.
The conjuration makes him tighten up, already close to release. His fantasy continues with her pressing in close, firmly pushing his shoulder against the wall. She hooks a leg around his own, the heel of her boot digging into his ankle. Leon straightens up, leans back, following what imaginary Ada has him doing. He tightens his grip and pictures her hand making quick squeezing strokes at the head, her breasts pressed against his chest. As his breathing quickens, Leon lets out a grunt, feeling ready to burst.
In his mind, she leans in, whispering against his ear 'Come for me, Leon.' He pumps hard and fast, pressure building impossibly high. Ada's sultry giggle echoes in his skull, the thought making him moan. With a staggered gasp, he explodes into the tissues he prepared, eyelids fluttering as climax knocks him breathless.
Ada's mirage dissipates as he eases back into reality. He'd gone slack against the wall, feeling boneless. A glance at the soaked tissues in his hand tells him why. It's no surprise to see just how pent up he was.
Leon tosses the evidence into a conveniently placed wastebasket and fixes his clothes. Although he'd rather not have had to do it at all, he's glad to be feeling a little better, no longer overwhelmed by his traitorous body.
With a clearer mind, he can get back to work on flipping every paperweight, box, and picture frame for that key.
It's been two room sweeps since Ada split off, and still no key. More vexing than having to continue turning these offices upside down is the constant stream of Leon in her head.
She opens a drawer. She imagines herself pulling his shirt up to his chest, scraping her nails up his skin. She reaches into a cabinet. She wonders what he would sound like if she kissed his neck, his collarbone. She envisions him watching her through heavy-lidded eyes as she straddles him, his hands on her hips, her waist, her breasts, her—
"Shit," Ada curses, tearing herself from the thought. She feels crazy. He's making her crazy. Why can't she pull herself together?
The ache in her pelvis grows worse by the minute. She wants so badly to relieve the throbbing between her legs, but this isn't the time or place. All Ada can do is ignore it.
She finishes looking through every possible hiding spot in the room and walks towards the hallway to move on to the next. She's just about to exit when Leon appears. He tenses in the doorway and quickly shifts his eyes from hers.
"You looked through here?" he asks, taking a step back.
Ada tries not to look at him, his proximity alone stifling. "Yes," she replies curtly and points across the hall. "And in that one too."
Leon nods from the corner of her eye. He starts fiddling with the jacket strewn across his arm, bringing it in front of his belt buckle to hold with both hands. "That leaves just one more."
Ada crosses the threshold and turns for the remaining office. He follows. It occurs to her, as they silently begin scouring the room, that Leon seems to be taking extra care to keep away from her. She's doing the same thing, of course, but something is off.
Before she can ruminate further, Ada's fingers make contact with something in the back of the filing cabinet she's rifling through. From under the disarray of envelopes and papers, she pulls out a small, wooden rectangular box. Upon opening it, all that's contained inside is a black fountain pen.
She takes it out, turning it in her hand. A pen in a filing cabinet isn't that strange. A fountain pen in a sleek, bespoke box after only coming across generic ballpoints everywhere else, however…
Ada pinches both sides of the stylus and slowly rolls the ends in opposite directions. The pen tip comes away, revealing a dongle at the end.
"Bingo."
Leon hovers behind the chair Ada's sitting in as she boots up the PC at the desk. She's twirling the pen-key with her gloved fingers. He swallows, reminded of the fantasy he conjured earlier to shamefully relieve himself. His respite was, unfortunately, short-lived. The heat that radiated through his body hasn't left and he never fully softened. To his dismay, the moment he saw Ada again in the hallway, he grew hard almost instantaneously. Even now, his erection pulses just as agonizingly as before, and there is no escaping her presence until they find out if the key works.
Ada gets into the desktop and clicks around until she locates the 'Project Eros' folder. The notification about administrator access pops up again. She inserts the tip of the pen into a port on the tower below the desk. The window disappears and the folder opens before them.
Leon peers over her to see what's inside. "Open the 'Logs' document," he suggests. When she does, they both skim the contents quietly.
Department of Field Research at Umbrella Corporation: South America Tour 1998
January 12th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Samuel Pines
Day 15 of excursion. Our guide took us to the site where we had planned to gather the fungal samples for antibiotic development research. When we arrived, he showed us the fungal plaque mentioned in the dossier growing on tree trunks. He also pointed out some nearby vines with pink lily-like flowers. The language barrier made it difficult to understand everything he was saying, but it seemed that the plant was used for some kind of local fertility rituals (if his crude gestures were to be believed). We took samples of the fungus and the vine plant.
Department of Field Research at Umbrella Corporation: South America Tour 1998
January 14th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Samuel Pines
Day 17 of excursion. Some discoveries have been made about the pink flowering plant from the other day. [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] apparently ingested the flower after speaking with the guide again. To summarize their gratuitous testimonials, the flower provides an aphrodisiac-like effect. Potential avenues for product development in supplement industry or men's/women's health? Making note to ask our guide to take us back for more samples.
"They kept this so locked up?" Ada scoffs. Leon doesn't disagree with the sentiment. Something isn't lining up. She scrolls further.
Department of Botanical Pharmaceutical Applications at Umbrella Corporation Project # 1043
April 16th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Wayne Durst
Official approval to henceforth refer to the South American flower as the 'Eros Flower' received from leadership. Rat studies continue as planned. Results from this week show approximately a 40% success rate of flower ingestion resulting in copulation between male and female rat pairs. Leadership wants to see a higher percentage to continue allocating resources for project. Will adjust dosing and observe effects.
Eros Flower continues growing well in artificial conditions.
Department of Botanical Pharmaceutical Applications at Umbrella Corporation Project # 1043
[Outside entry. Added to project logs May 3rd, 1998]
April 20th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Wayne Durst
I'm currently writing this 3 hours after accidentally inhaling Eros Flower pollen while harvesting some samples for the study. This flowering batch happened to produce more pollen than the last, probably because we adjusted the soil acidity when planting them.
Touching the flower and pollen has never affected me while working with the plant. But, I moved the pot near the little fan we keep on the workbench and I think that aerosolized the pollen particles near me.
Effects started approximately 20 minutes after aerosolization. I began feeling hot and tachycardic, slightly tachypneic. I blamed the heat in the greenhouse at first. But when Sarah walked into the work area, I developed an erection. That is when I linked my symptoms to the Eros Flower.
My symptoms persisted without relief for over an hour. I used the private bathroom on the 3rd floor to alleviate myself, though it took multiple attempts for the effects to go away.
I am definitely going to compare aerosolized pollen to other routes in the next set of tests. And making note to request appropriate PPE going forward.
"Oh my God," Ada murmurs. Leon glances away from screen to see her staring at her hands. He doesn't realize what she's looking at until she tears one of her gloves off and swipes the other with her bare fingers. A yellow residue comes off on her skin.
"You don't think…" he starts. But, things are clicking into place. How hot he feels, the boner raging in his pants, those vines climbing into the air duct in the greenhouse— "Ada, this yellow stuff…when you turned on the power, the ventilation system started working."
She continues staring at her fingers.
"I think it's been growing in the vents," he swallows, heart thundering against his ribs.
"And I aerosolized it."
Ada and Leon share a stunned silence. The unspoken question of 'what do we do?' hangs heavily in the air. Her heart races, acutely aware of how both of them feel.
It's clear to her now why he was acting so distant, why he's holding his jacket over his groin. The idea of Leon lusting after her as strongly as she does him is too stimulating. She wants to rip open his pants and ride him into the ground. She doesn't dare turn around. One look into those stunning blue eyes and she'll break.
"Is there any mention of, um," he stutters, "an antidote?"
Ada shifts her attention to the document, reading rapidly to find something helpful.
Human test subjects repeatedly exposed to Eros Pollen through extended aerosolized inhalation reported stronger effects compared to shorter duration of exposure. Subjective effects as well as objective measurements of heart rate and respiratory rate remained high until repeated ejaculation by male subjects and repeated orgasm by female subjects.
How long have they been breathing this stuff in? She doesn't want to read any more. All it's doing is putting ideas in her head about her and Leon fucking like animals on the nasty carpet beneath their feet. She swears she can feel the heat radiating off of him and seeping into her clothes as he stands behind her. She forces herself to keep scrolling.
Department of Botanical Pharmaceutical Applications at Umbrella Corporation Project # 1043
August 11th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Wayne Durst
Compiled results of human testing presented to department heads today. Leadership greatly interested in the Eros Pollen's ability to alter psychological and physiological factors to multiple test subjects at a time. Samples of the Eros Flower have been shipped to Department of Bio-Engineering as requested.
Department of Botanical Pharmaceutical Applications
August 28th, 1998
Entrant: Dr. Peter Strauss
Project #1043 terminated. All relevant documentation to be prepared for presentation to Department of Bioweapons Development effective immediately.
Code name Project Eros to explore possibility of disguised chemical weapon. Presentation will include proposal for genetic modification of Eros Flower for environmental warfare.
The two don't say anything as they finish reading the last entry. No antidote, no easy way out. This is exactly what her employers are looking for her to bring back. Information worthy enough to garner the attention of the federal government. With 'Project Eros' confirmed to be a bioweapon endeavor, Ada and Leon are at an impasse. She needs to think, but the pollen has fogged her mind.
"I can't let you take this," Leon states. "This needs to be turned over to the government."
"Not so fast," she whips around to face him, steeling herself before meeting his eyes. "There's barely anything in here. They only mention proposing a bioweapon. Otherwise it's just a bunch entries about an aphrodisiac."
"You said it yourself," he towers over her as she remains seated, "information is king, right? The wrong people are gonna get their hands on this and innocents are going to get hurt." The corners of his lips twitch downwards, "Or do you just not care about that? So long as you find the right buyer."
It strikes a nerve, anger and lust circling within her like two beasts as she and Leon glare at one another. Ada stands, their eyes now level. "And what, exactly, do you think the government is going to do with this?" she spits, "Do you think they look at Umbrella's data and just let it go?"
Leon's face is unreadable.
"The government has its own dark side," she continues, "especially when it concerns the military."
"This is a matter of national security, Ada. I don't know who you're working with, but I doubt they're interested in keeping people safe. Don't you remember what happened in Raccoon City?"
"Don't," she cuts, jaw tight, "talk to me about Raccoon City." Ada squeezes her eyes shut against Leon's conflicted expression. "Don't act like you aren't just the military's dog, happy to blindly follow orders. Your employers will gladly hold on to this, maybe even develop it themselves, if only to have an advantage over the rest of the world—and if you can't see that, then you really are just as stupid and naive as you were back then."
She regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth, eyes flying open. Leon remains silent. The only sound between them now is heavy, aggravated breathing. Before she can say anything else, a ringtone plays.
There's a temporary stillness as they both hold their breaths. Ada watches Leon reach into his pocket and retrieve a phone. He takes a moment to glance at her warily before answering.
"Everything okay?" A woman's voice emits from the device. "I'm seeing that the power came on a while ago. Was that you?"
Their eyes meet. Would he sell her out? Bring the wrath of Strat Comm upon her? She certainly wouldn't blame him, not after wounding him so carelessly. She should kick that thing right out of his hand and make a run for it, but instead remains frozen under his gaze.
"Yeah," he says, still watching her, "that was me. Sorry I didn't call, I was a little…distracted."
In spite of the tension, her core pulses at his implication, her mind wandering again to him pinning her to the lab's floor.
"Okay, just wanted to make sure you were safe. Did you find anything yet?"
Her attention snaps back to the conversation. Time seems to slow as she awaits his response. He may not have revealed her involvement, but he could still compromise her objective. Uncertainty flares in her chest when Leon breaks eye contact, pulse ringing in her ears.
"No, nothing interesting," he lies. "I'll call you if I do." The woman on the line gives a brief acknowledgement and Leon ends the call shortly after. Ada finds herself releasing the breath she was quietly holding.
He leans back against the desk and crosses his arms. His jacket moves, no longer disguising the tent in his pants. The ache between her legs flares.
He drops his head down, ash-blonde fringe covering the top of his profile."You're right."
She frowns. "Leon-"
"We should delete it."
"What?"
Turning towards her, he elaborates, "You're right. I don't know what'll happen with the data if I bring it back." He leans closer to the computer. "If we delete the folder, no one gets the data. We both pretend we never saw it and it can't be used to hurt anyone."
Leon has a point. As far as their employers know, 'Project Eros' and anything of its ilk doesn't exist. The legacy of this place could simply die with them. But, Ada would be lying if she said she doesn't feel indignant at his suggestion. She isn't one to let something slip away if it's in reach.
He puts the jacket down on the desk and turns to the monitor, lifting her discarded gloves off the keyboard. Ada knows he's going to start erasing the files. As he starts moving the mouse, she drops down to yank the key out of the tower, reflex leading her action rather than intent.
Responding with lighting speed, he grabs her wrist and twists her arm painfully behind her back. She sucks in a breath, releasing the key from her grip and sees him roll it away from her with his foot.
"Ada, stop," he demands as she tries to squirm out of his grasp. He untwists her arm, but still holds her wrist. She lets him pull her forward so they are chest to chest. "Look, you can keep the other data you pulled. But this," he stomps down hard on the key with a crack, "isn't going anywhere."
She peers down. When he moves his boot, the key is in pieces, its chip bent and broken beyond repair. Her anger dissipates. With the only possibility of extracting 'Project Eros''s data obliterated on the floor, there's no need to keep up the fight. It's out of her hands.
Relief washes over her and it's suddenly impossible to overcome the fog in her head. Her body is lighting up at their contact, pressing closer into the solid wall of Leon's torso, craving more. She can feel his bulge pushing against her thigh, a reminder that he's probably feeling just as ravenous for her. When she shifts her eyes to meet his, he's already watching her with desire so blatant she would've started blushing if her face wasn't already aflame. Their mouths begin to gravitate towards each other. She can taste his breath on her tongue. Her clothes suddenly feel too tight, her face too hot. She needs him. Now.
Ada snatches the collar of Leon's shirt and their mouths collide. He matches her fervor, kissing and licking greedily as they claw at each other. She rakes her nails up his sides, pushing his shirt up, eliciting a rumbling moan from his throat. His hands trail down her waist to her hips and pull her further into him. His erection grinds into her, impossibly hard, sending a shiver down her spine. She breaks their kiss abruptly.
"Off," she demands, tugging at the shirt now bunched at his neck.
He obliges, throwing it haphazardly at the desk and moves in to continue kissing her. She stops him before he can, palm to his chest.
"Sit, now."
Leon lets Ada shove him into the chair she'd been sitting in earlier. His heavy-lidded eyes watch her climb into his lap as she briefly admires the angry red lines left on his skin. He'll have a lot more by the time she's done with him.
Desperate to feel his skin against hers, she tears her turtleneck off over her head before crashing her mouth back to his. Holding his jaw, she tilts his face up as they kiss. Leon's hands move across her skin, sending sparks along her nerves. She wants more.
Ada grinds down on him and they both groan at the pressure. As she moves her hips in circles, she slides a hand behind his neck. His hips mimic hers, moving against her with smaller circles of their own.
Leon's fingers make their way to her bra clasp, unhooking it. She pushes off slightly, just enough to slip out of the straps, letting her brassiere fall to the floor. His hands are searing hot when they cup her breasts, further stoking her flaming desire. Ada thrusts her hips faster and Leon meets her every move, slamming his clothed erection harder against her.
It's not enough. Her clit has been aching for hours, thoughts clouded by the man she's currently humping into the chair. She doesn't want to stop. But, as Leon's lips lower to kiss Ada's neck, tongue swiping against her pulse, her pelvis tightens with need. It's torturous enough for her to break their contact.
She slides out of his embrace, to which Leon responds with a slight frown. Her heart squeezes affectionately at his pout before she promptly unclasps her tactical belt. Leon follows suit, tilting his hips up to slip his pants off.
"These fucking boots," Ada mutters, frustrated that she has to remove them completely in order to get out of her bottoms. She reaches over Leon, using the back of the chair to steady herself as she slides one off.
"I don't know why you wear those things," he quips, kicking his own legs free, pants and shoes laying by their feet. Reaching an arm around her waist, his fingers dig into the flesh under her ribs and he starts kissing up her belly to the sensitive skin beneath her breast. She staggers slightly, but Leon is quick to stabilize her with another hand on her hip.
Ada hums approvingly. "I don't know why we're still wearing anything at all." Her pants have joined Leon's on the carpet. She stands before him in nothing but a pair of black, lacy panties. With the fabric now exposed to the cool air, Ada realizes just how wet she'd gotten. Relief is long overdue.
Leon moves the hand on her hip down to the front of her underwear. He presses his thumb over her clit and she gasps.
"Oh my God, Ada," he breathes, feeling how soaked her panties are.
Practically growling, Ada yanks the waistband down and shoves Leon backwards into the chair again. His chest heaves as she rips his underwear down to finally reveal his upright cock.
"Enough with the pleasantries." She swings a leg over and catches the base of his shaft with one hand. Leon inhales sharply as she moves the head across her slick folds. Holding onto his shoulder, Ada lowers herself. The pleasure of sinking down on him makes her eyes roll back.
"Fuck," he rasps, clutching her waist and dropping his head to her collarbone.
'Fuck' is right. His cock stretches her perfectly, filling her up, just how she'd been craving. Leon pants against her chest, shaking—likely from restraint. He's handed her the reins and Ada doesn't intend to make him suffer any longer.
She starts moving her hips, moaning as the friction begins to build. She doesn't waste time, picking up the pace. Leon wraps his arms around her, holding tight, breaths coming out ragged. The dull smacks of their hips meeting echo in the room.
The pressure climbs astoundingly fast, the effects of the pollen making her euphoric as she continues thrusting down on Leon. He starts bucking up into her.
"Yes," she gasps, "fuck, Leon." She grabs a fist-full of his hair and pulls his head back. His eyes are glazed, brows furrowed in pleasure. Ada bites his exposed neck, tugging his hair as she licks down to his collarbone.
He takes hold of her hips and slams them down on himself. Groaning as her teeth scrape his skin, Leon thrusts into her with increasing speed. Ada straightens her spine, throwing her head back as he fucks into her.
She hardly notices how their feverish pace causes the chair beneath them to squeak, only registering how good it feels being bounced on his thighs. Both of Ada's hands claw into his shoulders to keep from falling off, tethering her as she loses herself in the building climax.
"I'm close," he chokes. She is, too.
Leon's movements stagger, abdominal muscles tensing up. Ada snakes a hand down between them to her swollen clit, moaning as the dual stimulation brings her searingly close to the edge.
Her walls contract around him. Leon groans. Eyes squeezed shut, Ada rides him hard and fast, her fingers circling her clit rapidly. She chases the high, spurred on by Leon's gasps.
"Ada," he whines, "I'm-"
The desperation in his voice does her in. Ada cries out, squeezing around him as her climax crashes down on her. Leon releases inside her with a low moan. His blunt fingernails dig into her ass as she scrapes her own down the length of his arms.
She rides out her orgasm, winding down, bucking lazily as she rests her head against the base of Leon's neck. His body relaxes under her, arms wrapping loosely around her waist. They both lean into their embrace, taking the time to slow their breathing.
The room starts to come back to her piece by piece. Their clothes rumpled on the floor, the desk. The smell of him, of herself, the feel of sweat slicking their skin.
Leon's heart beats next to her ear. With the whirlwind of sex over, she should be returning to her mission. She ought to slip back into her clothes and make an exit with the data she downloaded in the lab. But, her head is still heavy with the pollen's haze and the feeling of Leon's lips pressing into her hair sends down a flicker of pleasure. With a slight shift of her hips, Ada realizes he's still inside her—and still rock hard.
It makes her own body rouse again. Conscious of his chest pressing into her bare breasts with every breath, she squeezes around his shaft. She can't quite catch what Leon says under his breath, but his arms hug her closer.
Ada thinks of the project logs. It seems their symptoms will go on for a while longer. That's as good an excuse as any to not have to leave his side just yet.
"Not enough for you, Leon?" Ada asks, swirling her hips in a semi-circle.
He groans, head lolling over the back of the chair. The feeling of still being inside her is heavenly, especially when she moves like that. His erection hasn't gone down at all, undoubtedly due to the pollen. If this drug ever came out of development, it would have given Viagra's profits one hell of a hard time getting up again.
"That Eros stuff is crazy," he says.
Ada huffs a laugh. Hot liquid drips down the base of his shaft. His cock twitches in response.
"I thought I was going crazy," she says.
"I thought you might've kicked my head a little too hard."
Leon straightens his neck and looks down. Ada is peering up at him through her lashes. Bringing a hand up, she gently touches the spot on his scalp where he'd made contact with the counter in the lab. It's a little tender, but nothing he hasn't experienced before.
"Sorry about that," she murmurs, pressing her lips to his throat.
She was, of course, forgiven long ago. He'd knocked her around a bit himself, after all. Leon really didn't mind getting a little roughed up by Ada, especially not when she shoves him into a chair and fucks him into oblivion. Plus, the pollen had heightened his pleasure, making him lose himself in the moment—in her. He's still lost, head fuzzy and hot with desire.
Ada starts rotating her pelvis, peppering kisses up Leon's neck to the underside of his jaw. Despite being hard, his dick is still sensitive from coming. He'll need more time before he can handle anything more from her without being a blubbering, twitching mess. Besides, he's already come twice, probably rid himself of more pollen-drug than she has. The score needs evening out.
"Wait," he grunts, gripping her hips to slow her movements. "Need a sec."
Another tormenting circle, "Y'know, most guys aren't this hard when they say that."
"Well, most don't stay hard after coming twice already."
She cocks a brow. "Twice? When?"
Suddenly shy, embarrassment floods Leon's cheeks with heat. He turns away from Ada's searing gaze. How can he admit that he'd gotten himself off on the job? Especially when she was within a hundred feet of him at any given time.
A hand on his cheek turns him back to face her. When he looks into her eyes, they are dark and smoldering. It sends a jolt of heat down his body, melting his shame away.
He wets his lips, "After we split up." Beholden to her gaze, he feels his arousal building again. "Being near you was too much."
Ada trails her hands down to his chest. Her touch leaves his skin tingling.
"Right after. I did it in the same office, the first one," he admits, eyelids fluttering as her fingers scrape down his abdomen.
Leon feels her shudder against him. "Did you think of me?" she asks, voice husky. His skin stings from her scratches.
"Yes."
He tilts down to kiss her. Ada's lips part for him immediately. Electricity crackles in his chest, heart pounding as their mouths move against each other with increasing intensity. Leon grips one hand under her thigh, the other supports her upper back. They're still connected as he stands up from the chair. Ada is quick to throw her hands behind his neck, continuing to hold herself up to kiss him.
He takes a couple of steps to reach the desk. Removing the hand used to support Ada's back, he snatches the jacket he left folded on top. He staggers slightly as he shakes it out to open, then throws the jacket across the desk. It's a bit rumpled, but at least Ada won't be lying on a dirty surface.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special," she teases as Leon lays her down.
Grinning, he presses one last kiss to her mouth before trailing his lips lower. His cock slides out of her as his mouth makes its way down her body, pressing kisses until he reaches the trail of dark hair above her mons.
Leon kneels before her parted legs, cock bobbing slightly with the motion. Its still wet from being inside her. Ada's folds glisten, his semen dripping out as she lifts herself up on her elbows. The sight spurs him forward.
He grasps the underside of each thigh, hoisting her legs up and back towards her chest. Ada moans as he licks up her slit. Tasting himself on her, he continues to drag his tongue up in broad strokes. Her scent is at the forefront of his senses, making him salivate, further adding to the mix of fluids slicking her core.
Leon shifts his focus upward to the apex of her sex. He moves his tongue lightly over her swollen clit, which makes Ada throw her head back with a gasp. Her hands bury into his hair. His tongue swirls around the nub as her fingers dig into his scalp. He keeps licking, eliciting breathless words of praise as he intermittently sucks on her clit. Ada presses his head closer, burying his nose in her bush. Moaning against her, Leon savors how she tastes and the sensation of her fingers tugging at his hair.
Ada's legs begin to shake, her breathing erratic. He adjusts his grip, keeping her legs spread wide for himself. Leon increases the pressure, pushing the flat of his tongue against her in short strokes. She bucks her hips.
"Oh fuck," Ada mewls, "keep going, just like that."
He obeys, holding her in place as she writhes beneath him. Her legs clench, fighting his hands as he brings her to climax. With a final cry, Ada gushes onto his tongue. He laps up her spend, feeling his dick swell painfully at the strangled sounds of her orgasm. Giving one last drag of the tongue, he grazes his teeth lightly against her inner thigh as she relaxes.
She tugs at his hair, prompting him to get off his knees. Leon stands between Ada's legs as she pulls herself up with a hand behind his neck. Her lips meet his, not caring that they're coated with her fluids. Her tongue swipes into his mouth, hot and urgent. He groans as she bites his lower lip.
Dick throbbing with need after making Ada come, he takes hold of his shaft. Her wet cunt is so close, he hovers just above it. Leon starts to stroke but Ada smacks his hand away. His cock aches.
"Ada, please," he can't conceal his desperation, "it hurts."
She lays back, dark smile spreading across her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes trailing up and down his torso. He takes the opportunity to rake his own over her body, splayed naked before him. She traces a hand down her neck, over her breast, and to her stomach—cruelly forcing him to watch and do nothing. He's certain he'll return to this exact moment for a long time yet.
"Then come on and fuck me," Ada beckons, hands sliding under her knees, bending them back.
She doesn't have to tell him twice. Grasping his cock again, he brings it to her entrance and meets no resistance pushing in. They both groan as he sheaths himself to the hilt. She's still so wet after coming. So tight, so warm, so perfect. He grips Ada's hips to move her just slightly off the edge of the desk before beginning to thrust.
Starting slow, Leon slides a hand up from Ada's hip to her breast, squeezing lightly as his mouth descends to suck her opposite nipple. Sighing blissfully in his ear, she wraps her arms around his back. His tongue traces circles around one nipple while his thumb swipes lazily over the other. She tightens around him and the pleasure makes his hips stutter momentarily.
"Jesus," he pants, pressing his forehead to the space between her breasts, "you feel too good." Leon bucks into her carefully, restraining himself. He doesn't want to climb too high.
"You're not finished yet." Ada wraps her legs behind him, bringing them even closer together. "Fuck me like you mean it."
It isn't fair. How can she bring him to the edge with just her words?
He obeys. Leon props himself up on his forearms to just barely hover above her. He begins fucking into her faster, pelvis smacking hard against the inside of her thighs. His eyes screw shut as sweat beads across his brow.
She rakes her nails up the length of his back, gasping at the brutal pace he sets. The pain searing across his skin sobers him enough to keep going. He can hold back his release for her, keep making her feel good. He wants to hear Ada unravel under his touch.
Her hips tilt upward. He's deeper than ever and the pleasure is white hot. Leon groans, his abdomen starting to tighten. He shifts his focus to kissing up Ada's neck as he thrusts harder. The feeling of her hugging tighter—her softness flush against his chest—makes his heart soar.
The desk shakes. The monitor and keyboard next to them shift every time their hips meet. Ada moves her hands off his back, giving Leon the opportunity to lift himself up. He grips her hip and positions his other hand to work her clit. She throws her head back, lips parted. Continuing his ministrations, Leon watches her gasp and buck into his touch. Ada places a hand over his thumb, guiding his strokes. He follows her silent command, thrusting and moving over her clit in tandem.
Ada grips his forearms, moaning as he gives her exactly what she asked for. Her skin is luminous with sweat, breasts bouncing with every thrust, her brows furrowed in pleasure. Knowing she's come undone because of him makes his cock throb. He won't be able to keep this up much longer, not if she keeps squeezing around him like that. Control over the pressure building in his pelvis is failing fast.
"Please," he begs, "I need to-" Leon's brows are drawn tight as he fights his orgasm. "Can I come?"
She must sense his agony, mercifully replying, "Outside."
Leon pulls out. His load splashes on to Ada's belly just before she takes him into her hand to stroke him through his climax. He bends over her, bucking into her grasp. Leon whimpers as she keeps going. Her hand pumps torturously up and down his length, milking him. Even as he falls forward, her fist moves between them until he's trembling, overstimulated.
"Too much," he rasps against her ear.
Ada hums, giving two more leisurely pumps before releasing him. Her hand makes its way up to cup his jaw. Lifting him to face her, Ada's eyes glimmer mischievously as she swipes her thumb over his lips, coating them with his own seed. She pulls his mouth to hers, making Leon moan as her tongue slides over his. He feels the cum on her abdomen smear onto his own. He doesn't care. As much as he'd like to think it's the pollen's fault he feels this way, Leon knows it isn't completely to blame. As long as she keeps kissing him like that, the room around them may as well not exist. He can only perceive her lips, the taste of her—of them both. She's intoxicating and he'll down her poison every time.
Breaking their kiss, Ada pushes against Leon's chest to sit up. He holds her waist as she smirks up at him.
"I believe that's three for you and two for me," she states. "Not very fair, is it?"
Just how many times will it take for the pollen to subside? His mind is a little clearer, but, unsurprisingly, his cock remains erect. He still has time before Hunnigan would be checking in again, and there's no moving forward until the drug is out of their systems.
He smiles and shakes his head before dipping down for another kiss.
Their score ended in a tie: six-six. At a certain point, they'd ended up on the floor, no longer caring to maintain any semblance of cleanliness or decorum.
Ada blinks, her vision coming into focus. After the final round on the carpet, their bodies collapsed. The marathon necessary to finally break through the pollen's fog had them sliding off each other and immediately falling into a catnap. The air around them reeks of sex and sweat. Leon lies next to her, eyes closed. His face is peaceful even though he looks like he'd been attacked by an animal—torso and arms lined red with her scratches, bite marks across his neck and clavicles. A little something to remember her by, she thinks.
Ada's body feels sticky as she shifts on the carpet. She'll be needing a very long shower after everything they'd done. Leaning over, she smiles and gives Leon a soft peck on the cheek before rising. His jacket still lies on the desk, rumpled and flat. Ada takes it, laying it across him as he continues sleeping.
Deja-vu washes over her. An image of Leon resting against the wall in Raccoon City's sewers with her coat strewn over his shoulders flashes in her mind. What would that Ada Wong say if she knew she and the rookie cop from that night would end up like this? She dismisses the thought with a shake of her head. Stepping around Leon carefully, she picks her clothes up and quietly gets dressed. After clicking her belt buckle closed, she confirms her data drives are still in the pouch where she'd put them earlier.
She shouldn't stay much longer. The ventilation system is still on, continuously pumping pollen into the air. She doesn't know how long she has until it takes effect again, but being near Leon will only distract her further. Best to break away now before the pollen makes her think otherwise. He snores gently, completely oblivious as she walks to the door. Her heart fills with affection as she turns, giving him one last look.
"Until next time, Leon."