The dim glow of the city’s neon lights filtered through the cracked window of the abandoned apartment, casting long shadows across the room. Leon Kennedy leaned against the wall, his breath steady but his heart racing. He’d been tracking a lead for weeks, and it had led him here—to this crumbling building on the edge of the city. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, but there was something else too, something familiar. A faint trace of perfume, subtle yet intoxicating. He didn’t need to see her to know she was there. “You’re getting sloppy, Leon,” came a voice from the darkness, smooth as silk and laced with amusement. “I could’ve taken you out three times already.” Leon smirked, his hand instinctively hovering near his holster. “And yet, here I am. Still breathing.” Ada Wong stepped into the light, her ruby-red dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The high slit revealed a glimpse of her toned thigh, and her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached. Her dark eyes locked onto his, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d notice me.” “Hard not to,” Leon replied, his voice low. His gaze traveled over her, lingering for a moment too long. “You always make an entrance.” She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “And you always follow. Tell me, Leon, is it the mission that brings you here… or something else?” He didn’t answer right away. The tension between them was palpable, a current of unspoken words and unresolved history. They’d danced around each other for years, allies and enemies in equal measure. But tonight, the air felt different. Charged. Dangerous. Ada closed the distance between them, her movements deliberate. She reached up, her fingers brushing against the collar of his jacket. “You’ve been chasing shadows again,” she murmured. “But maybe you should be chasing something real.” Leon’s breath hitched as her hand slid down his chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He caught her wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “Ada…” She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t think too much, Leon. Just feel.” Her words were a command, and he found himself unable to resist. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The heat between them was undeniable, a fire that had been smoldering for far too long. Ada’s lips found his in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing his as she deepened it. Leon groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. She was intoxicating, every touch igniting a hunger he’d tried to suppress for years. She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at him. “Still think you can handle me?” Leon’s eyes darkened with desire. “Let’s find out.” In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the nearby table. Ada laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. She leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress aside to reveal the lace beneath. Ada’s breath hitched as his fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing her through the delicate material. “Leon…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. He didn’t make her wait. He hooked his fingers into the lace and pulled them aside, exposing her to the cool air. His thumb brushed against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She was already wet, her arousal evident as he began to circle the sensitive nub with practiced precision. Ada’s head fell back, her nails digging into the table as pleasure coursed through her. “Fuck…” she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. Leon watched her with rapt attention, his own desire growing with every sound she made. He added a second finger, sliding them inside her with ease. She was tight, her walls clenching around him as he began to move. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. Ada’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a look of pure lust. “I need more,” she breathed. “Now.” Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He freed himself from his pants, his cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip pressing against her slick folds. Ada’s hands moved to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as he pushed inside her. They both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of being connected overwhelming in its intensity. He started slow, savoring the way she felt around him. But Ada wasn’t patient. Her hips bucked against his, urging him to go faster. Leon obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drove into her with increasing force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin and ragged breaths. Ada’s moans grew louder, each one driving Leon closer to the edge. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit once more as he continued to thrust. “That’s it,” Ada gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.” Leon’s pace quickened, his movements becoming almost frantic as he chased his own release. Ada’s nails raked down his back, the pain only heightening his arousal. “I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passion. Leon leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he felt her walls tighten around him. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sensation was enough to push him over the edge, and he followed her with a groan, spilling himself inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined as they caught their breath. Ada’s hands moved to his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Not bad,” she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. Leon chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Glad I could meet your expectations.” Ada’s smirk widened as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Who said we’re done?”

The dim glow of the city’s neon lights filtered through the cracked window of the abandoned apartment, casting long shadows across the room. Leon Kennedy leaned against the wall, his breath steady but his heart racing. He’d been tracking a lead for weeks, and it had led him here—to this crumbling building on the edge of the city. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, but there was something else too, something familiar. A faint trace of perfume, subtle yet intoxicating. 

He didn’t need to see her to know she was there. 

“You’re getting sloppy, Leon,” came a voice from the darkness, smooth as silk and laced with amusement. “I could’ve taken you out three times already.” 

Leon smirked, his hand instinctively hovering near his holster. “And yet, here I am. Still breathing.” 

Ada Wong stepped into the light, her ruby-red dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The high slit revealed a glimpse of her toned thigh, and her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached. Her dark eyes locked onto his, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d notice me.” 

“Hard not to,” Leon replied, his voice low. His gaze traveled over her, lingering for a moment too long. “You always make an entrance.” 

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “And you always follow. Tell me, Leon, is it the mission that brings you here… or something else?” 

He didn’t answer right away. The tension between them was palpable, a current of unspoken words and unresolved history. They’d danced around each other for years, allies and enemies in equal measure. But tonight, the air felt different. Charged. Dangerous. 

Ada closed the distance between them, her movements deliberate. She reached up, her fingers brushing against the collar of his jacket. “You’ve been chasing shadows again,” she murmured. “But maybe you should be chasing something real.” 

Leon’s breath hitched as her hand slid down his chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He caught her wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “Ada…” 

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t think too much, Leon. Just feel.” 

Her words were a command, and he found himself unable to resist. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The heat between them was undeniable, a fire that had been smoldering for far too long. 

Ada’s lips found his in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing his as she deepened it. Leon groaned, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. She was intoxicating, every touch igniting a hunger he’d tried to suppress for years. 

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked up at him. “Still think you can handle me?” 

Leon’s eyes darkened with desire. “Let’s find out.” 

In one swift motion, he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the nearby table. Ada laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. She leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he positioned himself between her legs. 

His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress aside to reveal the lace beneath. Ada’s breath hitched as his fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing her through the delicate material. “Leon…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. 

He didn’t make her wait. He hooked his fingers into the lace and pulled them aside, exposing her to the cool air. His thumb brushed against her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. She was already wet, her arousal evident as he began to circle the sensitive nub with practiced precision. 

Ada’s head fell back, her nails digging into the table as pleasure coursed through her. “Fuck…” she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. 

Leon watched her with rapt attention, his own desire growing with every sound she made. He added a second finger, sliding them inside her with ease. She was tight, her walls clenching around him as he began to move. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. 

Ada’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a look of pure lust. “I need more,” she breathed. “Now.” 

Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He freed himself from his pants, his cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip pressing against her slick folds. 

Ada’s hands moved to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as he pushed inside her. They both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of being connected overwhelming in its intensity. 

He started slow, savoring the way she felt around him. But Ada wasn’t patient. Her hips bucked against his, urging him to go faster. Leon obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drove into her with increasing force. 

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a symphony of skin against skin and ragged breaths. Ada’s moans grew louder, each one driving Leon closer to the edge. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit once more as he continued to thrust. 

“That’s it,” Ada gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop.” 

Leon’s pace quickened, his movements becoming almost frantic as he chased his own release. Ada’s nails raked down his back, the pain only heightening his arousal. 

“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passion. 

Leon leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he felt her walls tighten around him. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sensation was enough to push him over the edge, and he followed her with a groan, spilling himself inside her. 

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still joined as they caught their breath. Ada’s hands moved to his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Not bad,” she teased, a smirk playing on her lips. 

Leon chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Glad I could meet your expectations.” 

Ada’s smirk widened as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Who said we’re done?”

In the gritty underbelly of an abandoned city apartment, Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong reunite after years of playing cat and mouse. Their long-simmering tension erupts into a passionate encounter, as they give in to their mutual desires and explore the boundaries of their complex relationship.

Their reunion is charged with a mix of danger and lust, as they navigate the shadows of their past and present. They engage in a heated exchange of power and control, with Ada teasing and taunting Leon, while he responds with a mix of restraint and raw desire.

Reunion in the Shadows

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