RED

(A Redux)

Sensuality

Sometimes, watching Ada Wong leave has its perks; Leon couldn't help but admire how her gorgeous back sashayed as she walked away. /p

He grimaced upon realizing his train of thoughts: they're in the middle of a heist, she has more curves than a Camaro, and God knows he can barely keep his hands off of her.

With a slight shake of head, he called after her, knowing it's probably too late anyway.

Danger

Their first meeting was quite eventful. He was centimeters away from being pierced by the bullet she hastily fired when she thought he was another flesh-eater. He was frantic and shaken up, until the voice behind the trigger spoke.

Holy shit, apology accepted.

She was… gorgeous, for the lack of a better word. Beautiful green eyes that seemed almost feline, pleasantly exotic facial structure and a supermodel body, it was hard to hold a grudge against Ada Wong, who claimed to have been looking for her boyfriend John.

Boyfriend…

Despite being distracted by everything, Leon had a nagging feeling that he's missing something important, because he somehow didn't fail to notice that her pretty eyes were steeled and focused, her luscious lips were stretched into a grim smile, and her slender arms never did once wavered when she was pointing the Browning handgun on his face.

Strength

Letting go of her hand was one thing. Seeing her beautiful face (and etching it on his mind over and over) for the last time was another.

The sight of her being swallowed by the darkness haunted his dreams for years; it nagged him until he was finally able to accept the fact that endless bouts of self-pity will never bring her back to life.

He thought he did well, until a dossier with a huge, red "CLASSIFIED" stamped on it landed on his desk one morning.

There she was, Ada Wong, with the same perfect face; only this time alive and working for one of the most notorious bio-terrorist in the world.

Apparently, knowledge and research failed to tell him that she was smoother than ever, that years of preparation will turn her into a killing machine after evading death itself. It almost seemed like she learned to play with it, like every move she made mocked it for failing to catch her in its grasp.

Leon chided himself for being surprised, because he had always known that she's a survivor

Excitement

You'd think she's a magician or something, Leon thought as he hopped into the boat she had somehow magically procured out of nowhere.

Whenever she shows up, another trick gets revealed, and he laughed to himself, because she might as well wear a cape and chant abracadabra.

Leon laughed some more, because he can't complain.

Not when every trick saved his life.

Passion

He thought he had imagined it, but Ada's eyes flickered with worry when she saw him gasping for breath, right before he, for some reason, went batshit and attacked her like some feral animal.

Of course, he noticed how she reached for his face right before that, too.

Against his logic, Leon hoped that somehow, after everything that had transpired between them, he had reached a part of Ada Wong that no one did before.

Here's hoping against hope too, that he isn't imagining her lingering gazes and half-weary smiles.

A/N: A rewrite of an old one-shot. What do you think?

(I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters.)