...goopy?

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Aya slowly reached up to wipe the cookie dough off her eye. Slowly because she was still deciding if she wanted to be angry or amused. There was dough dripping down her front, gooping in her hair, smutched on the ceiling...and it was all Leon's fault. Yep, totally his fault.

"What have I told you about cleaning weapons in my kitchen?" she asked quietly. An accidental discharge had shattered her mixing bowl and exploded her cookie dough. Her future cookies were ruined! Ruined! And she'd so wanted chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven...

She scooped another sweet, chippy bit off her other eyes so she could glare properly, then pointed her wooden spoon at him dramatically. "You shall pay Leon Kennedy!"

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Did Leon look worried? No sir. Cool as a cucumber, combing back his hair in one smooth laid back motion, good old Ithaca by his side as he surveyed the disaster in front of him. So a stray bullet or two may have killed her bowl. It wasn’t like it was irreplaceable.

“Aya… You said this was our place last night remember?” There was a hint of mischievous folly in his voice as he reminded her of the message he had given, using what boyish charm he could see himself having, to try get him out of this one. So this was how to turn a negative into a positive.

“And I can always buy you another bowl.” And make cookies for her of course, even if his manly exterior gave no hint of just how bad he wanted to learn. “I’ll even buy you some roses if that’ll make you feel better.”

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"I said 'make yourself at home' not 'gee, let's declare ourselves a household'." she snorted. "It takes more than good looks to earn halfsies on my home." As it stood, Pierce and Jodie had more call to wreck her home than Leon did!

"It's not about the bowl." Really, how could he think that was the problem?! MEN! She scooped up a glob of the sweet confection and lobbed it straight at him.

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WOMEN! Why couldn’t they just say what the mean and mean what they say? How was he supposed to know what she meant? His house? Her house?

For goodness sake.

He couldn’t even defend himself as a large slimy sweet tasting blob of dough hit him square in the cheek, thick globules sliding down to his jaw line before falling lifelessly onto his shirt. His new shirt! He liked this shirt.

“Hey.” Prying the remains of the goop from his face, Leon watched curiously as it slid between his fingers with ease. If this was cookie dough, he would be damned if he could figure out what kind of cookies she was making.

“I had no idea you were so good at making mud pie.”

Oh this meant war! Glorious war. He had a feeling his shirt would bare the brunt of further assaults, but in the thick of things, if he was going to get wet, he might as well go swimming.

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He'd ended up with one of the nice globs that had mostly egg in it. She'd been mixing when the bowl shattered in her hands, so it wasn't evenly doughy!

"Oh, mud pie is it?" See if he ever got cookies from her! Her cookie batches were Leon exempt now! Hunnigan could even have some! "If you insist." She could do mud.

Witness the bottle of chocolate syrup she kept on the counter being snagged and squirted at him!

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Chocolate syrup, now there was a surprise. He managed to get some on his hand, but most of the chocolate stream had no trouble finding a clean spot on his shirt. Pierce wasn’t lying when he said Aya was a good shirt. It was only by sheer luck had she not yet decided to go below the waist.

“Woah. Brea. Jeez. I'm sure that goes really well with your mud pies, but Chocolate isn't really my style."

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It was necessary to be a good shot in their line of work. Field agents didn't last that long unless they could make every shot count! "Tough Kennedy, you're in a girl's kitchen you get chocolate." Whether Mister Macho liked it or not.

This throwing stuff bit was actually stress relieving though, so she looked around for something else to assault him with. The chocolate chips? Naw, she wanted to keep those for later. The caramel for drizzling on top? Also in a convenient squeeze bottle? Oh yeah.

Caramel coming at you Leon! "More to your liking?"

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“What? Caramel? Really?”

To make a good sundae all he needed was a sprinkles and a cherry. But he didn’t want to be a sundae, even if he said the right (or wrong) things to become one. All he could do was laugh, letting the syrup sink into the cotton shirt and make his chest all cold and sticky.

“You really are something Aya.”

And she certainly was.

Using a cupped hand to scoop a large handful of mixed syrup into his grasp he flashed a mischievous toothy grin to his culinary adversary. Sure. He could throw it at her, lob it straight at her torso for a best chance hit but she’d probably just duck or snatch the strawberry syrup and coat his pants in a shower of stickiness. The ceiling however, that killed at least one bird, maybe two if any should fall and splatter her in a drop or two… or three.

With one sharp movement he threw the syrupy remnants in his his hands toward the room.

“What a mess…”

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"Me? I'm something?" she yelped, reflexively ducking even though the goop wasn't aimed at her. Oh...well. It was a good thing she owned her townhouse instead of renting? That was probably going to stain the ceiling. "What would have happened if your bullet had gone through wall huh?! Not everyone heals, and my neighbors have kids."

As it was, she could handle it. Through the bowl, into her side, a quick heal she didn't have to think about, but that wasn't the point! GUN SAFETY! He should know it by now!

Oh god the sticky goop was dripping. Into her hair. The sneaky bastard.

"Yes it's a mess! And it's your fault!" she did not go for the strawberry syrup. Nope. She went for the sprinkles. He was sticky enough that they'd adhere right?

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“Ok… I’m not proud of it.“

A knee jerk reaction followed as Leon turned to his side, one syrup shellacked hand making sure his face remained sprinkle free. He was only one half covered at least, but it still didn’t make him feel any less of sundae.

“Jeez Aya. I didn’t know someone had turned the safety off.”

With that his own hands found the morning’s first batch of muffins cooling innocently on a metal rack.

“Can’t we just talk about this.” He held the cooling tray in his hands, his sneaky, sticky hands. “I think the muffins would like us to talk.”

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"It's your gun, in your holster, why the hell wouldn't you know?!" Besides, you always checked the safety when cleaning a gun! Any gun!

...he wouldn't. She'd made those specifically because he'd mentioned in passing her liked blueberry. "Funny, I don't hear them saying a thing." she snarked, grabbing up another handful of sprinkles. She liked the way the things sounded when the pattered to the floor alright? Besides, she'd missed a good half of the sticky Leon!

"And you ruined my shirt."

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“Ruined your shirt?” He laughed, obviously NOT amused. Her shirt could be sewn up, put through the wash and come out as good as new. His would never be the same again.

“And if you listened a little harder maybe you could hear them.” Or him for that matter. Last he checked… it WAS on safety. Right before he got his cleaning equipment out. But what use was explaining it now.

“Let’s not make your kitchen any more messy than it already is.”

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"Ruined. You use a damn large caliber." which didn't just rip, oh no, it seared and punched great gaping holes! She could but her finger through the hole in front, she didn't even want see the damage in back! His shirt was washable.

"You want to talk to the pastries, be my guest." she snapped. Really, every time he opened his mouth he was making her mood worse it seemed! And since he seemed so concerned with her kitchen, well, fine.

Just.

Fucking.

Fine.

She reached behind her for the garbage bin and started scraping the counter clean of glass and cookie dough.

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As Aya fetched a rubbish bag, Leon slotted the tray between a fruit bowl and another smaller batch of muffins. He knew THAT look. It told him he’d over stepped a line. Her line. His own line. It was an accident, but one that shouldn’t have happened. But she’d stepped on umpteen landmines within the last week alone, and bullets, she was a veritable super woman if there ever was one.

“Ok… ok… I’m sorry.“ He admitted, his male ego taking a beating.

Extending both elbows as he let out a deep frustrated breath, he surveyed the damage. What could he do to make things better? What could he do, to make her happy again? Well there was always one thing.

Practically taring the shirt from his body, not even taking precautions so his hair would remain chocolate or caramel free, he knelt down, trying to wipe up the sticky mess on the floor.

"Are you ok?"

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The difference between then and now? This was her home. It was suppose to be safe. She never took the job home with her. If she couldn't be safe, well, she stayed at work. Stayed in the barracks on the lower levels until they knew no one was gunning for her. And she still managed to get fucking shot while baking.

Was this a bad sign for a relationship with Leon Kennedy? Oh yeah.

The sound of sticky fabric being peeled off skin made her glance up for a moment, after all, shirtless Leon was always a nice sight, but she made sure to drop her attention back to the counter before he could think she'd forgiven him. "It hurt." Being shot, landmines, all that? It always hurt. A lot. She didn't like it. And she still wasn't glancing behind her to see the damage to the back of the shirt. She'd ask him about it later.

"And it was really hard not to at least slag your gun." much less really attack him. They were both hardwired to meet violence with violence.

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“You can take it off me if it makes you feel better.” He offered, keeping his mind on the tasks at hand. He’d focused first the floor, leaving his shirt below to catch any dripping surplus, and then began to pick up some of the more doughy dough to deposit it in the bin. He’d kept out of her way while he was cleaning, but when all was done the awkward silence was. Well. Awkward.

“I didn’t mean to Aya. I hope you know that.”

Wrapping his arms over his chest, he resisted the urge to put a hand on her shoulder. That wouldn’t help. He’d probably just get thrown into the adjacent room, or worse, through a window.

“Tell me what I have to do, tell me how I make it up to you.”

His eyes darkened; in the way they usually did when the chips were down.

“There has to be one way.”

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"I'm not dumb enough to take your gun from you." she huffed. Really, he might say it was okay now, but it wouldn't ever be something he'd forget right? Taking weapons from boys never ended well. Especially weapons the boys lived by.

Maybe she needed to find a nice librarian or something.

She wasn't going to damage her windows on top of everything. "Sure, there's one thing." she agreed, finally getting the last of the glass bowl off the counter. It needed a good scrub down next but...

...but hell. He'd said he was sorry. It was really hard to stay as angry after that. she reached out to poke his side, finger leaving a swirl of chocolate on his skin, then pointed up. "...get the ceiling?" he was a tall bastard. He could totally reach the ceiling if he stood on the counter, unlike her who needed a step stool on the counter.

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Nodding and receiving his orders, Leon uncrossed his arms and took the bowl, smiling accommodatingly. Well that was a relief. At least she gave him a chance to redeem himself. Redeem himself he would. Hoisting himself onto the counter carefully, the brown haired man of muscle reached over, ever so cautiously scooping the mass of chocolate into the glass catcher underneath.

“Oh… great.”

Most of it was already on his shirt below or in the bowl itself but he could see a stain emerging. He really hadn’t thought that one through.

“If you give it an hour to dry, I can go buy some paint. Be as good as new by the end of the day.

He would, if she wanted him too, but there was one small problem.

“Think you have a shirt I could borrow? They might not like it if I walk on in like this.”

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Well, that went a lot smoother than she expected. No fighting, no arguing just...hoisting himself up. Gee, this was an interesting angle on Leon Kennedy. She leaned back on the counter and rested her head against his lower legs, far too amused by the view to keep being productive.

And better? She could make little patterns on his jeans with her chocolaty fingertips! Dots and swirls and little kitten faces...

She wasn't really trying to be distracting, he just had fun legs to play with!

"I might have one or two that would fit you?" she admitted after a moment of thinking. If you don't mind 'All your base are belong to us'. We'll try scrubbing it with bleach first though, see if we can avoid having to paint?"

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“Thanks but… no thanks.”

Pierce’s shirt he guessed as he knelt down on the countertop, leaving the bowl next to the foot opposite Aya, looking at his jeans curiously. She was quite the cute little artist, and he took a second to admire her handy work. The smiley faced cat on his knee reminded him of happier carefree days. But now he had another dilemma; new pants needed to be found. Or washed. Washed was probably easier.

“How about your washing machine? While I try bleach this ceiling of yours.”

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Well, his kneeling meant she was leaning back against his thighs now, but she could deal with that! It meant she could reach higher to doodle! Like his chest and chin! "Are you offering to trust me with your pants?" she teased softly.

That wasn't a bad idea, get his sticky clothes washes, get her sticky clothes washed, ugh...sticky everywhere....

"...and showers. Showers needs to be on the 'to do' list."

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“Showers huh? Sounds good.”

The smile on his face returned, as he allowed her wondering hands to traverse his chest, drawing all kind of shapes. For a moment he wanted to touch her face, her hair.
Beautiful blonde hair, he would have touched had he had a chance to wash his hands. Didn’t want to risk it now though, not when he’d just regained her trust. Trust he wanted to keep. So instead he settled on the tip of her nose. Cute. Damn she was cute.

“Goes without saying. Think we could move it up the ladder a few rungs?” He chuckled, only half serious... Just in case she wasn’t interested.

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Hey, her hair already had cookie dough bits and drips from his ceiling trap! It wasn't exactly going to notice a bit more abuse. She blinked and wiggled her nose when he poked it, then crossed her eyes to look at it. Yep, chocolate dotted nose.

Couldn't be helped, it was a chocolate kinda day it seemed. "Dunno, can we handle it? Bend down a bit..." they could start with a kiss, see where it went from there? After all, it saved on her water bill if they could share a shower.

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Hmm, loaded request Leon mused, trying to discern whether leaning forward meant a slap in the face or a kiss that would more than likely stir more than just his romantic side.
Option B he hoped, but with all that’d happened, and her previous mood, A was the most logical.

Well. Here goes nothing.

Leaning in to close the gap, Leon leaned in quickly before she could recoil or protest and pressed his lips lightly to hers ...and realized, too late, that it was possibly the single-most idiotic thing he'd ever done in his life.

Too late now though. His thumbs were pressed lightly to the sides of her face, holding her in place until she had the sense to thwack him out of the way. And god her lips were soft, so soft. Delicious!

Closing his eye’s, lips locked like two pieces of an unfinished puzzle, Leon melted. It was beautiful. Sensuous. Totally worth whatever trouble he’d just gotten himself into.

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Well damn.









That was a bit more initiative than Aya had expected. He definitely deserved a treat for the pleasant surprise. So, Aya stood up on tiptoes for a moment, leaning up into the kiss before grinning and breaking it off.

No, she wasn't going to hit him. In fact, she stayed on her tiptoes so she could flick a small, pink tongue at his chin. He had a smudge you see. A bit of chocolate (her fault), and she gotten it into her head to lick it off...

...slowly...

...carefully...

...and with the utmost attention.

Of course, one chin could only last so long, so eventually she had to shift her attention to those smudges on his neck.

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No sooner did they finally break the enticing kiss for air, when Aya begun to lick his chin, presumably licking the wayward chocolate splattered onto the smooth skin below his lips.

“Wasn’t that what the shower was for?”

Cool. Warm. Sensuous. Somehow his Adam’s apple shrank back into the belly of his throat, trying to stifle a pleasurable moan as her tongue darted closer and closer to his neck. If Aya had even the slightest doubt he wasn’t enjoying this she could be satisfied with the muffled moan, not to mention the growing bulge in his pants.

Too much, too soon. He had to remind himself things were better done slow, for both his and most of all her benefit.

“Aya…”

Opening his eyes with just enough self-control Mr. Leon Kennedy, slowly pushed his body forward, extending his legs to meet the floor. Now they were on even ground. Now he could hold her to himself without falling over and squishing her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing tongue?”