So I totally know there are some corny moments in here…but I couldn't not keep them in because I found them hilarious. Enjoy! And thanks for reading! I know it's been a year+ since I last updated this because I've let work take over my life and it's become incredibly unhealthy and I got burnt out, but I'm trying to fix that…admittedly no guarantees for release frequency, but always a promise that I'm not gonna give up until I see this through to the end!

Also mature warning for this chapter

The Weeknd – Blinding lights

Chapter 16 – Drowning in your touch

'Where did it all go wrong' Leon thought. He had had a clear escape route. His obstacles were few and there shouldn't have been anyone that knew of his location. An agent of his calibre…and he couldn't escape this he thought. He never even saw it coming! Things were at a standstill so he didn't have to report in nor was he expecting anyone to intercept him. So he had been planning to make his way back to Angela's apartment and make the most of his very little and very precious downtime with said attractive companion. He had cringed and stopped himself to rethink what he was doing.

Once again he was 'heading back to Angela's apartment', like it was something normal for him to do. And in a way it does feel like that, but it feels a little too natural. He just wasn't sure what he should do in this sort of friendly, 'normal' situation. It was completely foreign to him; he didn't do normal and the closer he got to Angela, the more he got into unfamiliar territories.

He reflected on his romantic history. It had been a long time since he'd been intimate with a woman and even longer since he had been in a proper relationship - not since his ex nearly a decade ago. He actually thanked her after he survived Racoon City and was recruited. Her breaking up with him saved him on that fateful day. While it was interesting to think about how much a single person could change another's fate, he wasn't comfortable with the emotions that such a thought brought out...and it was in this lapse of concentration that disaster had struck.

"Special Agent Kennedy. I've been looking for you…" an ominous voice greeted him.

Leon had recognised the gruff voice of Angela's Commanding officer too late…which brought him to his current predicament. He had never needed to do any real or extensive paperwork for his own job…so how had he ended up doing the SRT's! But here he was, once again. Rick had insisted he needed to review and sign some forms so they could secure additional resources because as he put it "Special Agent, you're the President's go-to man. If you say we need something, they're not gonna say no to you".

He had tried to explain that it wasn't his job…told Rick very clearly…but the man was strangely hard to nail down and slippery too. Leon hoped the other man never became a villain because he was sure he wouldn't stand a chance against him. Leon looked around and wondered how he managed to get himself into this situation. It was oddly empty as he sat at Angela's desk. His eye caught Melissa's and she couldn't help but make that strange little smile that looked like she was laughing at him. Narrowing his eyes at her in suspicion caused the other woman to roll her eyes and approach him.

"Even I haven't been let off the hook Kennedy. The only lucky person here is Angela and Rick is essentially using you to fill in for her since he needed Angela to provide more intel on the viruses."

"I don't do paperwork, Melissa" he said flatly.

"Then what about me?" said Angela sashaying her way over to him in a skin-tight SRT outfit, buttons bursting to expose her smooth globes and an expanse of milky golden skin beneath…

Waking with a start Leon realised he'd fallen victim to his underlying desires again. He didn't know which was more surreal. His very real paperwork anguish earlier this morning, the bizarre continuation of it in his dream, or him napping in the afternoon with Angela's head lying in his lap. They were all very unusual occurrences for him and it took him a moment to re-orient himself.

The soft silky strands of Angela's hair had fanned out across his legs and his fingers had entwined themselves in them… her head was surprisingly heavy. It wasn't something he had thought of before. He also noted he felt pleasantly refreshed – perhaps it was the simple pleasure of feeling the warmth from her body, the feel of her hair in his fingers and a pretty damn comfy couch that he was a bit jealous of. Or maybe there was something to this afternoon napping thing.

All in all, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had any real downtime…his last 'vacation' wasn't much of one considering he had really spent most of it just trying to wind down and not feel on edge. Like danger could be around the corner, or that he was needed somewhere and he couldn't afford to be lazing about. It was only in these past few moments with Angela that he had noticed the difference; that he felt calm, peaceful and wasn't constantly thinking about the threats they faced. He was sure if he told someone about it they'd tell him to see a doctor about it…but he wasn't ready yet to deal with that. He needed to be alert and ready to react at a moment's notice… and yet this stood in stark contrast to his current wish. Even though he was on immediate standby for his mission, he wanted to appreciate the first real moments where he felt it was safe enough to relax.

That was probably one of the upsides of having a team, he reflected. He missed the comradery that came with it, so it was nice to briefly revisit that with Angela's team. Although the paperwork definitely made him have second thoughts - he was never getting roped into doing that again! So while he had been tempted to get to know them a bit better since they would be working together a little longer, he was pretty sure given half the chance Rick would have struck like a shark and gotten him to finish the job he started if he stuck around.

More than anything though, he had wanted to see Angela. The relief of being relinquished from paperwork was so strong it overcame the initial inhibitions he had had about seeking her companionship as if they were a normal couple. So when he had returned to her place, he found himself observing her for a few moments until she realised he was there. She had been prepping lunch for herself and had fixed him with a sudden and spontaneous warm smile that made him want to stride over to her, take her into his arms and thrust his fingers into her silky strands. It was all…rather domestic and he was struck with the realisation that she brought a sense of peace to his demanding and desolate inner turmoil.

They had had their lunch quickly and mostly in silence before retiring to the sofa. They both seemed to not want to break the spell over them, purely focussed on reading the other's body language for their next moves. Things kept shifting between them; it started with an extreme shared experience and an intense attraction and grew almost overnight to…a need for each other's company and the fulfilment it brought. And the more time he spent with Angela, the more he craved and drank up these moments of solace. Leon had wanted to share how much her few but considered words had helped him, but she seemed to realise that it no longer weighed heavily on his mind. Wordlessly, tentatively, Angela had nestled into him before falling asleep. His fingers hovered before giving in to his urge to brush them through her hair and before he knew it he had fallen asleep as well. That is until his…dream had woken him up.

His dream had highlighted that his desire for her kept growing…threatening to consume his every unconscious thought. His mind still on her and itching to feel more of her, he couldn't resist sneaking a peak at her figure while she slept. He was finding it increasingly difficult to resist making a move on her and he wondered if he had realised how unconsciously he had been drawn to her and sought her out when he first saw her in that tent all that time ago. He also wondered what Greg would have had to say about this; he had taken an instant dislike to Leon in contrast to Angela. She'd just been so focussed on helping those people that she accepted any condition that would let her do that. As he started feeling drowsy he decided to get up before he fell asleep again and he slipped a pillow under Angela's head so she could continue resting.

Feeling a little out of place again he decided the best way to get over it was to focus on something familiar; exercise fit the bill and would also help quiet some of the carnal thoughts that were trying to hijack his self-control.

When Leon returned he found Angela half awake, stretching and twisting languidly until she noticed him. His eyes roved over her serpentine figure before resting on her face, eyes half-lidded and hair mussed as if beckoning him. The salacious and indecent thoughts returned with full force. "Good nap?" he proffered, voice huskier than usual. The silent spell over them broken in the wake of his growing desire.

"It was, until I found that my pillow rather unceremoniously disappeared. Not for the first time today… I was hoping you wouldn't be away too long this morning and would come back to bed."

Holding a conversation when all he wanted to do was undress her required a little more effort than usual. "My little morning mission wasn't what kept me away…"

"So what was it?" she said as she propped her head on her hand completing the sultry beckoning pose conjured by his imagination.

"Rick. Your job…is quite terrifying in its own way. I thought I had escaped the worst of it, but your boss seems to have an uncanny knack for catching me unawares. I even dreamt about having to do paperwork after I fell asleep…"

"That bad huh?" she chuckled. Rick was definitely a force to be reckoned with and if even Leon wasn't able to counter his rather effective delegations, it spoke volumes about the man's ability to get things done. It was a shame he wasn't further up the food chain, he could do so much good.

"Worse." His single emphatic exclamation brought her back to his paperwork plight, "it did get better though…"

"The paperwork?"

"No, the dream. Care to help erase the trauma your commanding officer inflicted on me, Officer Miller?" he said in a husky voice as he leaned against the wall.

It was passed off as a flirtatious remark, but it was belied by the intensity of his eyes. His gaze sparked a corresponding hunger in her which left her a bit breathless. However, when she failed to provide a verbal response it appeared he took it as a rejection. He smirked in amusement as his eyes hungrily roved over her body a final time before making his way to the shower, "It was worth a shot," he said quietly.

Angela felt her stomach drop with disappointment as she watched him walk away. Her brain had been half-asleep and didn't think he actually needed an invitation, but she didn't think he would walk away so quickly. At least her consolation prize was good - broad shoulders; powerful arms and forearms like steel; an attractively defined rear. She wasn't particularly attracted to the stereotypical heroic Hollywood physique, but it was hard to resist in a specimen like Leon. She found herself feeling more awake all of a sudden and regretted that he hadn't waited just a few moments longer. At least her earlier fatigue had been chased away by her afternoon nap and she had thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of his fingers gently combing through her hair. With the way he was looking at her, she could imagine his long rough fingers gently tracing down the side of her face, her collarbone, across her breast and her stomach… and further. Her fingers had followed the path she fantasised him taking and had pulled free some of the buttons on her t-shirt when she noticed Leon had taken up his position from earlier, body tense and eyes boring into her intently. It seemed he hadn't given up as quickly as she thought and she bit her lip as her eyes made contact with him. The eroticism of him watching so acutely while she had imagined his touch over her body with her trailing fingers caused a throbbing heat to pool between her legs.

His look of barely restrained desire emboldened her, heat flared to her face and her heart beat wildly as she let her hand continue to move down her body while her eyes stayed locked on his. As her hand reached its destination beneath her jeans her other hand reached up to cover her large soft breast and tease her nipple into a hard peak, alerting him to the fact that there was nothing else under her t-shirt. The loud thudding of her heart in her ears hadn't managed to drown out the low growl coming from Leon and her breath came in short shallows gasps as she continued to imagine his fingers on her.

He was reaching his limit, as he observed her movements and the hungry burning look she returned. It was torturous, but he never imagined that he'd get to enjoy such a delicious show, just for his viewing. She was a strong woman, but it took confidence to be able to touch yourself intimately in front of a partner. It also took a lot of trust and a good measure of lust. When she started to pull at her top and free the remaining buttons he decided he couldn't wait anymore.

He was kneeling over her in a matter of a few seconds, hand steadying him on the back of the couch as he lowered himself and brought his knee up between her legs to place a delicious firm pressure against her apex. As drunk as he was on his desire, he was enjoying their mutual licentious torture and he had no wish to rush it. His eyes roved over her face taking in her pink soft lips, swollen slightly with her arousal and her biting. The smooth planes of her face, flushed a healthier shade of pink than they had been previously. Her eyes a deep blue, glittering and the delicate little mole at the corner of her mouth that he had always wanted to kiss.

She moved her hand from between her thighs to scrape across his chest as he moved his knee back and forth slightly to reduce and increase the thrilling pressure at her entrance. In the growing shadow of the afternoon his eyes were dark and animalistic. It surprised her how a single look could make her pulse quicken, like she was the only thing that existed in this moment. She gasped as he pushed against her at a particularly sweet angle and sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned quietly in satisfaction as she yielded to his touch.

His thumb brushed across her lips, his eye drawn to how they flushed with the pressure. He finally had the chance to indulge in and savour her unlike their previous encounters and so despite an overwhelming urge for satisfaction he controlled himself. He wanted to immerse himself fully, grasp her completely in his hands and devour her, starting with her mouth. His thumb continued to caress her lower lip and increased the pressure on it to part her mouth. Her lips, while a little dry were still soft and pliant and softened further as his thumb continued to massage and move across them.

He stopped momentarily to move a few strands of her hair out of her face and she could feel how warm and tender her lips had become. His thumb had been slightly rough and his ministrations had made them incredibly sensitive. When his lips slowly brushed across her own it set her nerve endings on fire. The barest of touches, before his mouth caressed her lower lip, kissing it gently and drawing it between his own to open her lips and claim her mouth entirely.

They crushed their lips against each other, her hands moving to pull him to her, while his clutched at her waist as he lowered himself onto her. With their bodies crushing into each other their hunger grew and they desperately clawed at each other as they struggled to get enough of the other to satisfy themselves. An errant thought flew into his head, glad that she had such a large and comfortable couch. Though perhaps its incredible comfort had more to do with the fact that his harder muscled body was cushioned against her warm voluptuous figure. He let one of his hands travel up from her waist to cup her breast and appreciate its supple and pliant mass in his hand. Her gentle moans and almost purr-like gasps let him know she was enjoying his efforts and made him feel like he was about to lose his mind.

Angela's nails dug into his back reflexively as she revelled in the sensation of his body pushing into hers as their tongues entwined. She had always thought perhaps having his weight on her completely would be too much, but she almost couldn't get enough of him. She could feel his hard package pushing against her clit and the delicious pressure of his firm muscled chest squeezing her own. His relentless plundering of her mouth trapped her moans in her throat, but couldn't be drowned out. She wanted even more and she crooked her leg over his to pull him into her harder. His answering growl was all the encouragement she needed to start gently rocking her hips against the hard bulge she could feel.

"Fuck," he exclaimed as he felt her rocking against him. He was struggling to hold back and he pulled away to rest his forehead on hers to let them get their breath back. It took a few moments before they realised there was a faint beeping noise that seemed to get more insistent.

"FUCK!" Leon growled out in frustration as he realised it was his phone. He closed his eyes, reluctant to lift himself away from her. He felt a rumbling beneath his chest and opening his eyes realised it was Angela holding back her laughter. He wasn't too amused because his pants were uncomfortably tight and her earlier movement had been helping to build up an enjoyable pressure. It took a few moments of her laughing for him to give in to the ludicrousness of being interrupted. With his phone still beeping, he nipped at her lips quickly in a playful reprimand to her laughing before answering it. He still sighed internally, however. Was it just him or did he always seem to get a call when things were getting serious with Angela…they didn't have that issue when they went diving though…