...goopy?

[mitochondriaaya]

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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[mitochondriaaya]

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.”

[mitochondriaaya]

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.

[mitochondriaaya]

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.

[mitochondriaaya]

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?”

[mitochondriaaya]

"I didn't get my cookies." she chuckled against his throat, the sound humming and playing warm against the skin. "So a taste of chocolate to make up for it, that's all." She really was just feeling playful now.

She had to admit she liked men with hard edges, where muscle made a solid barrier over the ribs. They just felt more...dependable. And held close and tight like this she was realizing all over again that he was taller than her. Everyone was, but it was amusing to discover the top of her head just fit perfectly under his chin.

It was sometimes hard for her hold back and go slow with people. She was so close to death so often that she'd really lost the ability to judge over time. She liked people or she didn't. She trusted people or she didn't. She happened to like Leon...

...and she was taking advantage. Damn.

"It's been mentioned a time or two. Sorry about that."

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“Hmmmph.” He chuckled, steeling himself away from the playful assault on his neck. Came as no real surprise that she’d been told that by a few others, but somehow he didn’t think he wanted to know whom. That was her business anyway.

For now all he could do was hold her, protectively and adoringly. Like he’d sweep her off her feet and carry her into the bathroom himself, before giving into her deepest darkest lustful wishes.

Lust. The very word set the blood pumping through his veins on fire. He was hard pressed to think of other things besides her beautiful self and it wasn’t helping down below much.

“You’re beautiful…”

Corny? Maybe, but he had to at least do something to prove he wasn’t just a pair with Leon hanging off of them. He still held her close smoothing the back of her neck with his thumb. Hopefully she hadn’t noticed, but that was unlikely. He just had to hope that he was doing a decent job of being a gentleman

[mitochondriaaya]

Hmmm, lust wasn't always a bad thing. She wasn't sure it was the best idea to even move at this point. She had the feeling that if she didn't sit still and think this through, then she'd end up tackling him against the counter or something.

That, of course, had it's appeal. It'd be simple and honest...

...and over. It probably wouldn't mean a damn thing come tomorrow. She wasn't certain that would be alright.

She also wasn't certain if jumping the newby was alright in the first place.

Damn it, thinking complicated things. A lot.

Damn it damn it damn it.

"You're not so bad yourself Leon." she pointed out. Well, she was going to move after all. Inching back up onto her toes, sliding up along his chest until she kiss him once more. She'd liked that, and if nothing else came of this, well, the kissing was good. "Still want me to do your pants and shirt?" she asked, once she was done.

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“Sure.”

Words were distractions now. Especially when he wanted to feel the softness of her cheek, the curves at her sides (Check that: all her curves). So ‘sure’ seemed the logical course of actions as he decided to just that.

“Mmmmm.”

With one more kiss on her forehead, he drew her lips into another passionate kiss, hands wandering to her sides, stopping there for fear he might just scare her away. After all he knew what she was thinking. Hopefully something sexy, but Leon wasn’t placing bets. Finally he pulled up for air.

“Who needs chocolate.”

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"Sure?" she laughed, the action making her chest move rather distractingly, she had to stop a moment as the tingling in her breasts fizzled through her brain. "Just sure? Well, pants then." because getting his pants of was totally the best idea right now.

She'd worry about second guessing herself in the morning.

"I like chocolate. A lot. At least I don't have between you and it at the moment." Laundry. They had to get their clothes into the laundry and themselves into the shower...

Her fingertips traced carefully, softly along his waist under she could lay hot little hands over his button. "Do..." her first suggestion probably wasn't the best one to say, so she mentally edited herself. "...want some help?"

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Distracting would be an understatement. Leon’s eye’s followed her cleavage like a stopwatch at a hypnosis convention. One tender part of her chest this way, one succulent orb that way; it was a good thing he wouldn’t be wearing pants much longer.

“Help would be… good. Right. Now.”

Leon’s mind skipped a thought or two as he looked to her slender fingers tracing a hemline and resting at a silver button above a zip. His zip. She was so close, his mind couldn’t help reaching a rather risqué conclusion.

“Are you sure…. You… want… to do this? We are going to do something… aren’t we?”

[mitochondriaaya]

She could do help! Her clever fingers had his button undone for him barely seconds after the request left his lips. She took a little longer with the zipper, mainly because she liked the sound of a zipper being slowly ticked down.

Tik.

Tik.

Tik.

Tik.

Oh god, the poor kid was trying to be a gentleman. She imagined what his face would look like if she said no and...yeah, that wasn't going to work. Rather than answer in words she started slowly nipping down his chest. Her breasts were doing interesting things again, sliding upward and stretching her shirt. As she made her way down along ribs, and thoat tongue came into play again at his abdomen.

Her hands were knotted in the hem of his jeans, folding them down as she moved. As long as he didn't have any objections she was keep right on doing this until she reached her current objective.

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Tik

Tik

Realising that his zip was being slowly, seductively prised open, Leon’s eyes slipped down to linger over the mesmerizing swell of Aya’s mostly bare breasts as he considered his options. Objections? No. None he could possibly imagine. He wanted to feel her touch, her fingers, any part of her soft anatomy. But he also wanted to be the one to tease her, to pry open her body and seize the prize. To let his hands roam and discover every part of her female anatomy. Until all there was left were two hot, flushed bodies basking in orgasmic afterglow.

“Mmmmmm.”

As he moaned Leon shivered, muscles spamming as a talented tongue reached all the right peaks and dips of his chest. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd shivered like this. Certainly wasn't as pleasant. No… This felt good. Aya felt good. So damn good it was almost too much to bear. Almost…

“Are… you teasing me Ms Brea?”

Interesting save.

[mitochondriaaya]

She paused at the question, lips laying warm and still just above his navel as she thought it over. Her answer, of course, was a shivery chuckle before she gently nipping his flat stomach. She liked the feel of those muscles under her mouth, far more interesting contours to explore. To lip. To tease.

Oh yes teasing.

For example, she nipped the curve of skin just above his hip then bent further yet to nibble that elastic, restrictive band that held his boxers up. "Well..." she spoke, face nearly nestled into his hip "...it could just be teasing if you insist." Of course, she'd be very disappointed if that's what he chose!

"Or..." that single word was breathed out in a warm sigh as she turned her head in the other direction, the better to gently lick his erection through the boxers.

Or...

...there were certainly other options.

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Or…? Or maybe…

The sudden moist attendance to his man hood had been completely unexpected. Leon’s upper body suddenly froze, his erection jumping at the slight friction and despite himself he wanted this to lead into something more. Something tight and warm and… Jesu, there was a tight, hot ache in his belly. He couldn’t be… No.

Biting his bottom lip, the younger agent pushed his hips forward, closer still, deciding that the pressure behind certain instincts needed a little re-directing. Yes… it was his turn. Had to be his turn.

“Woah… Aya. Wait”

He wasn't sure if it was an entirely good idea to sway her from her current objective, or to put his hands under her arm pits to coax her into standing, but he needed to. It was his turn to have fun with her, to savoir her body with as much tantalizing passion as his youth and hormones could afford. So when she did, he smiled mischievously, still hard and ready for what nature intended.

Seconds later, with hands on her sides, he twirled his blond beauty around and sat her upon the thrown that was the kitchen counter top. And god she looked absolutely beautiful. So tempting, he lapped once more at the soft plane of skin that was her neck, savouring the smooth rich texture on his lips.

“My turn.”

Running his fingers along the shell of her ears he shuddered and rocked involuntarily against her thigh, his erection sliding along the material of her, making him suck in a sharp breath.

“Think a guy like me could help a girl like you out of her clothes? I’ll be gentle.“

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya had cooed happily when he pressed against her face, she liked being able to make a guy happy enough to squirm. And, honestly, it was a bit of a rush...so she'd been all set to take care of those boxers when he picked her up. The sudden shift in position made her squeak, then laugh as she gathered his intent...

...she could certainly deal with the redirect! It put his ear in rang for nibbling! "Oh, your turn?" she murmured, a trace of wickedness in her voice. "You don't want me to run my tongue along you anymore?" She was, after all, more than willing.

Far more than willing.

"Help would be appreciated." she admitted, suddenly and painfully aware of an ache in her chest that throbbed in time with her hormone tweaked nipples. That meant her sports bra was probably twisted up. Damn. Not exactly the best impression for a first...date...fling...sex thing.

She ran her foot up the outside of his thigh until she could wrap one leg around his hip "And soon if you please?"

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Lick him? Lick the most sensitive pleasurable epicentre of his being? Of course he did! And his imagination didn’t just stop at licking either. But there were more pressing matters to attend to. Getting her clothes out of the way was the first thing that came to mind.

“I’m sure I can think of a few good uses for that tongue... But there’s something I want to do first.”

With one hand caressing her cheek, the other slid to her side, lacing underneath the thin shirt, gently tugging it forward. With his strength, it came down easier than expected and breaking the contact with her cheek long enough, he pulled it past and over her head in one smooth motion. Moving back in to continue his work on her jeans, the shirt was swiftly discarded (Almost as if it had never existed at all.)

“Now why don’t you wear this to the office more often?”

Her build was powerful but quite small and lean, soft and silky to the touch, with an ample chest that made him salivate at the mear sight of it. It was a work of art to behold and as hormones got the better of him he couldn’t help grinding his length along the portion of jean that covered effeminate line that proved beyond a doubt she was female.

“Ungh.”

Pulling back, the tension eased once more. He amazingly managed to trace a path with sensual slowness and inscribed a line of pure lust from the valley of her chest to the hem of her jeans.

But then… without warning he speared her fingers underneath the jeans hem, pulling it forward so he could maybe catch a glimpse of the small tussle of hair calling out to him. It was an arrow, a beacon he would attend to very soon.

“May I?”

[mitochondriaaya]

Oh Leon was for in quite a surprise once she got her mouth on him again. She happen to pride herself on her ability to give head, and by gods if she wasn't going to let him learn that! Maybe next go around...in the shower..."Be my guest."

She was pretty sure she heard a ripping sound when her shirt came off, but she didn't care. It was ruined anyway, and with that shirt out of the way, her bra followed, which meant the painful line of constriction she'd managed to twist her tits against went away. It was nice to feel air moving along her skin...even nicer to feel his mouth. She gasped and groaned when he found her breasts, sensitive skin flaring more so to the point where she couldn't help but arch into the sensation. "...wha? office?" had to get herself thinking again for a moment "...cause naked would cause training accidents?" That was the first thing she could think of!

Aya jumped and twitched at the sudden invasion of fingers, but it was a happy, expected invasion that made her gasp. Like an allied city welcoming an new king rather than a conquering invader. Her hands played over every inch of skin they could reach, and knotted in his hair, very nice hair for that...until they drifted down to lay on his hand. Slender, warm fingers encouraged his to slide further, disregarding her jeans in order to touch and explore. Those fingers were larger than hers, almost sinfully so. Just rough enough from work and missions to make things interesting as she guided him lower.

And lower yet.

She was already damp from his ministrations, wanting and waiting "If you don't, I may hurt you." she admitted huskily.

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“Will you now?”

His free hand, pushed up beneath a well endowed silky orb as he spoke, fingers trailing over heated skin until he could cup his palm over the swell of her breast, stroke his thumb across the tight bud of her nipple as he began - cautiously - to move his other hand forward, further into the musky sweet depths of her heat.

“Mmmm.”

Something was missing, something he needed to do to make her enjoy herself. Moving his mouth from hers he started to massage the sensitive juncture between her legs moving his fingers in slow circles as skin was folded back purposefully with a gentle thumb. He kept that up for a moment, his mouth kissing her along the neck, nipping at the soft flesh to give her free reign to moan. It was beautiful, and the warm slickness below only served to egg his explorative fingers further.

“Found you…”

Soaking his fingers in the moisture between her legs his slow languid movements finally stopped as an index finger found a tiny hidden ball of flesh. Her clit? There was no mistaking it hidden amongst the folds of flesh he’d had to pry open. He smiled proudly, now nestled between her bosom.

“Think I can get a closer look. Well worth it -- I promise”

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"Hmmm, will." she promised, oddly not moving to do so in the least. After all, the jeans made an interesting contrast, rubbing along her back and waist as his hand moved. Since he seemed to have gotten the idea, she withdrew her on hands, running them lightly up his arm until she could trail her fingers along his shoulders.

"Oh..." Hello. That moaning he wanted to hear? Well it came and ended on a gasped sigh of pleasure as his clever fingers played with her. There was a slow, languid writhe that started at her shoulders and slid downward, her breasts quivering, then her belly, her hips closing those few inches of space to rub warm and wet against his hips and the fingers in between...just once. She wanted him to know she appreciated the attention.

Her hands found his hair again, knotting gently in rhythm to the stroking in her nether region, and god he wanted her to talk again. Talking...talking..."Oh....you promise?" she laughed, more than a little breathy. The action, of course, shivered through the flesh he was nestled among.

"Might hold you to that Mr. Kennedy." For encouragement purposes she teased one hand away from his hair and along the swell of his shoulders before suddenly, and wickedly, teasing her nails along his skin.

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With only the rush of his own heated lust to loose, Leon ceased his actions, dragging his hand from its teasing position into the open air, turning his full attention to peeling the rest of her pesky clothes from that beautiful body. As per his style the next move was a little more calculated

With no resistance he eased her pants down under her backside and past her hips, slowly exposing the whiteness of her legs as well as the thin layer of hair pointing down to her effeminate parts. It was hard, too hard, to want to do anything else now.

“Will you now? Don’t think I’d chicken out do you?”

Upon reaching her knees the jeans were easily discarded with a quick shuffle, leaving her totally exposed to his touch. Leon couldn’t help but behold her nakedness, discovering with lusty glee that she was indeed quite excited herself, responding to his actions just as he’d hoped.

“Helllooooo Miss Brea”

His left hand slid up her thigh and danced across the naked skin of her sex again, like an explorer finally able to investigate his surroundings, delving into a familiar pool of liquid heat as his fingers trembled. Keeping the other hand hand firmly on the soft insides of Aya’s legs to keep them separated however Leon knelt down between her knees and inhaled her scent deeply, memorizing it the way he would soon familiarize himself with her taste. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to remember this for a long time.

Oh god

Encouraged, Leon made good use of his tongue to the best of his abilities, making her wait just a second or two before leaning in and pressing the flat part of his tongue against the back of her sex, gliding it forwards to meet a small but excited clit. It was what Aya deserved after all and he took joy out of teasing it, nibbling on it gently. Between lapping at her and probing his tongue deep into the cavernous plaits of flesh he concentrated his efforts on it. On and on it went. Over and over. Slow to fast. Lapping then teasing. All the while enjoying every second of it.

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Aya shivered as her bare bottom was revealed to the kitchen counter. Feeling that cool length literally from the back of her head to her knees made the burning heat of Leon's ministrations all the better. The variance pulled goose pimples up over her flesh everywhere except where his palm lay heavy and warm on her thigh. The sound of her jeans tossed somewhere else made her chuckle in triumph; a soft, husky sound that bled into a true laugh at his wolfish greeting. Hellloooo Miss Brea indeed!

It had been...a long time. As a consequence his fingers felt far, far larger than they should when they reintroduced themselves. it made her wiggle and almost inch away before she bumped her head against the wall under her cabinets. Well, no escape...even if she truly wanted to. The first touch of his tongue though...oh God. She had thought his fingers were warm.

They were nothing compared to this.

And she couldn't reach him, not effective. With a guttural growl she lifted herself on an elbow so she could at least play with his hair...and god how she she wanted to grind against that tongue, beg and whimper for more.

Deeper.

She didn't manage to stay up on that elbow long. A deep gasp tore from her throat as she sank back down, unable to fight her spine's desire to be laying down for this...but how she wanted to watch him...

Maybe...

She bit her lip on another gasp and slipped one leg free from his large hands in order to drape it over his shoulder, her toes playing along his back rhythmically. Her fingers, now, in a fit of concentration on her part, danced down her flat belly to tease in front of him before slowly sliding up her ribs to tease and play with her breasts. If she couldn't reach him, then, well, she would just have to give him something to watch from afar.

She didn't notice when she stopped trying to fight the soft, delighted screams and whimpers when he alternated his attentions. Being quiet just didn't seem to matter so much through the liquid heat building under that wicked, wicked tongue. She felt that draped leg tightening, trying to hold him closer and harder. A tricky thing from this position but she tried desperately as slight shivers started under her skin.