AN: After so long, I'm finally updating this. This story went into an unexpected hiatus, but I never imagined it would take so long. I'm terribly sorry for that. If you'd like more information visit my page :)

This chapter is a continuation of chapter 10, so perhaps it's not a bad idea to read that chapter first! And a million thanks to everyone who reviewed this story!

A bit of warning: This chapter contains slightly rated M material- for sexuality, done so respectively.

Chapter 11: Breaking the Rules

SHIMMERING LIGHT FILTERED THROUGH THE OPEN windows, the room lit only by the brightening sun outside. Dark eyes flecked with green met with a light blue gaze that stared back with a careful intensity that could only match what began rising within herself. All nagging thoughts aside, Ada Wong had every intention in continuing what had started outside on the balcony. With one kiss, the wall she had tried to keep up between them came crashing down, and for once she wasn't trying to pick up the pieces.

Ada turned her head to stare at her bare shoulder, watching as her fingertips gradually slid beneath one thin velvet strap of her gown slowly sliding it off of her shoulder and doing the same to the other. She closed her eyes feeling the soft fabric fall away from her body, the feeling of her own hands on herself melting away any lingering hesitation.

She slowly lifted her gaze and watched Leon's lips part at the sight of her, his eyes drinking in the visual of her nearly naked body. Taking a step toward him she allowed her hands to reach out to him, the luxury of taking what she wanted was a sensation of freedom that bloomed with her every unguarded action- this is what she needed.

Trailing her fingertips across his shoulder blades, she held him to her. Muscle moved beneath her palms as he wrapped his arms around her in a full embrace. The tip of his nose brushed along her neck, lips parting, low breaths warming her flesh. She closed her eyes naturally leaning into him and she realized she has never felt protected in someone else's arms. The feeling was completely foreign but strangely satisfying. Desire pooled deep within her core, rippling in familiar waves throughout her body and it began to drip primal need.

Her hands traveled along the contours of his spine, his breath hitched at her throat. Their embrace loosened as they stood to stare at one another; Leon's lips just hovering over hers, grazing, touching until opening just enough to take her lower lip into his mouth in a full kiss. His fingers twined into her hair before resting at her neck and traveled down, fingers clinging onto black lace resting over her defined hips.

She lifted a leg, his hand catching her thigh before his fingers dug into her flesh lifting her off the ground and onto him. Suddenly they were moving, her weight effortless in his arms, and Ada wrapped herself around him not letting go, not even when her back met the sudden caress of silken sheets. His weight pressed her into the pillows, his lips suddenly urgent over her tender throat, her body tingling with sensitivity.

Control slithered out of her hands like sand running through open fingers, her limbs suddenly weakening after every tender kiss. She finally opened her eyes, breath caught in her throat as she stared up at Leon, a deep blue gaze somehow saturated with lust- lust for her, and the thought alone fueled the fire that burned low in her belly.

Arching her back, Ada allowed Leon's fingers to pluck at the lacey fabric at her waist, his thumbs tauntingly grazing down the length of her long legs, fabric slipping, pulled further and further away until allowed to drop to the carpeted floor. Freed from the last scrap of clothing, her body ached for his returned touch, a soft murmur of blissful content escaping her lips and it lingered in the room, floated along with the wind.

Nearing the edge of her own limitations, her hands grabbed at the fabric of his pants. Leon's movements stopped as he lifted himself. Ada's gaze fell over his body, traveling from his handsome face lost to desire to his sculpted chest contoured by the room's shadows, and then lingered over his hands that steadily worked on the final clasp of his pants.

Her lips parted in anticipation, her heart dancing to a wild and primal song hard and fast within her chest. The sight of him stole the very last breath she held, her senses entering a haze, a swirl of blurred colors, pale white light, floral scents spiked with traces of sandalwood and the lingering taste of Leon's lips.

Their gazes locked, and she realized he was asking for her permission even after all of this. She decided to answer his silent stare with an encouraging kiss, never once closing her eyes. She wanted to get lost in that blue gaze, and this time nothing was stopping her from falling into the depths of his eyes over and over and over again- that she promised.

BLUE DRAPES FLAPPED IN THE WIND bringing with it the relaxing scent of lavender. Leon focused on Ada's gentle sighs that skimmed along the edges of his heated skin as she breathed long and unsteady breaths each one cut short as he moved, her body relaxing beneath his weight in tantalizing submission. With one beckoning stare she had managed to get beneath his skin, into his head and awaken a hunger that lay dormant for so long-too long, and it was time to make up for it, no matter how long it took he was going to take this slow.

He ran his hands along the delicate curves of her body, marveled at her pale skin, satin-smooth to the touch that slightly gleamed in the morning light- she was beautiful in every sense of the word, and perhaps just for now she was real and for the moment- his. Leon grasped onto that thought as he lowered himself to press his lips to hers, pouring every ounce of himself into his kiss.

Time seemed to stretch, the rhythm of their movements somehow deliciously hypnotic, taking them both upward into a spiraling realm of sensation, each second getting only closer to a sweet release. Ada's fingers traced aimless lines over his muscled back, fingernails slightly digging and grasping-leaving fiery trails along his skin. Muscles taut, he felt the tension rise, saw it in her darkened gaze, eyes half-lit and stripped raw. And in a moment of complete and undying intimacy, they let go-together, and the feeling poured into his mind like a steady stream of water, both satisfying and soothing.

"Leon…" he heard her voice, a faint whisper rupturing the calm that had settled between them. Six long years had passed, and Ada had been nothing more than a memory, a daydream and he wondered if his feelings for her had always been one-sided.

Brushing strands of hair away from her face, he held her close and imagined that she had been calling out to him all along.

HEAT BURNED BRIGHT BELOW HER CLOSED lids, half of Ada's face trapped underneath rays of sunlight as she slept. Blinking her eyes open, she lifted her head from the pillows, her vision blurred until focusing on the morning view just past the floor-to-ceiling drapes framing the balcony opening.

She then shifted her gaze over to the clock that sat over the cherry wood night stand, 12:23pm- not morning she realized but afternoon. Not exactly how she pictured the day beginning, but given the choice she would do it all over again.

The sudden thought of Leon made her want to see him but then she was struck with an unsettling question. If she turned around, would he still be there? Slowly shifting her weight, she rolled to face the other side and caught sight of his body naturally moving as he breathed, still lost in sleep. Ada gave a short sigh of relief; she wasn't quite sure what she had expected to see but as her eyes settled over the dark blue sheets elegantly wrapped around his waist the urge to touch challenged every corner of her regained self-control.

Deciding that she didn't want to wake him- not just yet, she refrained. She had other matters to attend to. Carefully easing herself to the edge of the bed, she swung over both her legs, toes touching the softened texture of carpet. She stood up- or at least attempted to but plopped right back down. She took a moment to quietly laugh; she was completely drained of her strength, limbs as useful as a bowl of jelly. She was suddenly appreciative that Leon was out like a light, but all jokes aside she needed a shower.

Steam swirled up and over the shower-screen as heated water pitter patted over her skin. For once Ada wasn't thinking, her mind blank and free of planned pretenses- she had to admit it felt odd, but then again she hadn't expected everything to change so suddenly. She wouldn't be able to hide beneath her facades anymore; she had to be completely open with him- and that was easier said than done.

As expected, her moment of pure relaxation came to an end. The reason why Leon was there in the first place reminded her that neither of them was safe- that would remain true for as long as they stayed together. Once again he was caught in the cross fire.

"You're always blaming yourself for things you have no control over. It's no one's fault."

His words trailed across her memory, words spoken yesterday- if she could only bring herself to believe him. Ada wasn't a fool, although everything seemed picture perfect at the moment, what could she really hope for? Perhaps a quiet getaway in a world where she and Leon could live happily ever after? Turning off the flow of water she leaned against the tiled wall, grimacing at her very thoughts. No matter how she looked at it a person like her never lived long enough to see a happy ending, but for now she was absolutely fine in testing out yet another new concept- denial.

Taking the time to thoroughly dry off, she slipped into a robe with a satin-white sheen. With a careful smile formed along her lips, she walked back into the bedroom she seldom used- until this morning that is. Leon had shifted in his sleep, his face now facing straight up at the vaulted ceiling, elbows out and hands beneath his head.

Ada inspected his form from the doorway- that position seemed a little odd for sleep. Testing her theory she silently moved towards him. Leaning over the edge of the bed, she towered over him for a closer look and sure enough a faint smile spread across his lips.

"Playing possum?" she lightly taunted, and watched his eyes fly open.

"Not good enough apparently," his sleepy smile curving into a boyish grin as he sat up, chest exposed and sheets pooling onto his lap; Ada lifted a brow- if only he knew how tempting he looked. "It was either that or go looking for you," he added.

"Were you hoping for a game of hide and seek?" Ada asked meanwhile crossing her arms over her chest, surprised at the quick turn their relationship had taken.

"Sounds like it could be fun," he teased just as quickly, moving towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist and Ada grinned. Completely amused, she allowed him to pull her back into the confines of blue sheets. She straddled him, fully aware that she wore absolutely nothing beneath her thin bathrobe, and placed almost playful kisses along that chest of his, his fingers squeezing at her waist.

"You know, I probably just broke a lot of rules." She said in a moment of laughter regarding their morning tousle in bed. She looked down at him to watch his eyes fill with dark humor.

"Since when do you follow rules?" his response was accompanied by his hands that lifted to the edges of her robe, long fingers finding the strap that tied it all together and tugged. Her robe fell open and all traces of humor were replaced with dark and hungry need equally as exciting as that morning had been, but all promises of bliss vanished as the sound of her alarm system being tripped sounded, the high pitch beeping echoing in every room. This alarm was set to sound only if the shield keeping her location from being traced was disabled. Without it they were completely left out in the open.