10✿ Pairing → Leon•Ada
✿ Word Count → 517
✿ Summary → You're standing there, arms length. So close, yet so far. I can taste the scent of your skin—fresh cinnamon, sweat, soap, and musky cider. My insides tingle and I feel the strange heat gathering around my heart, raising it higher and higher. I keep my eyes focused on you, my gun never wavering. Is it really loaded? Would you really want to know?
✿ Author's Note → The last scene of RE 4 when Ada is given the sample by Leon.
【No Doubts】
You're standing there, arms length. So close, yet so far. I can taste the scent of your skin—fresh cinnamon, sweat, soap, and musky cider. My insides tingle and I feel the strange heat gathering around my heart, raising it higher and higher. I keep my eyes focused on you, my gun never wavering. Is it really loaded? Would you really want to know?
I smile as the words pour easily from my mouth. You stand up cautiously, the glass tube glinting in your hand. The persistent wind blows through your hair, suffocating me with your sweet scent. I conceal a shiver of delight at the smell of your sweat, your own natural cologne. Your eyes find mine, fathomless grey with that intriguing hint of silver. My name is a husky sigh against your lips. Your question is guarded yet hollow. You already know my answer. I take the sample easily, careful not to touch your hand. But, I still feel the warmth of your skin nonetheless, welcoming, genuine.
You know, they say healers have abnormally warm body temperatures. I wouldn't be surprised if it's true. For these past few hours, I've felt more alive dancing around you than I have in the past six years. Though, the truth is you're a handsome trinket behind a window, unattainable.
The way you're looking at me, your eyes demanding the truth. You know the truth, handsome. At the sound of the approaching helicopter, I about-face and sprint across the platform. You give chase, but I'm already jumping, my dress fluttering around my legs. I fire my grapple gun into the chopper's side and veer into the cabin, very narrowly missing the blades of the rotor. As the helicopter ascends, I find you standing near the edge of the platform, your expression frustrated. Your tone matches your face as you holler my name over the noise of the engine.
It's better this way—to keep you just before my aching fingers, but not too close. You're like a breath of fresh air to my wary life. And, I want to continue with you this way... my occasional respite.
I toss you the keys to the jet sky. You can make it. I have no doubts as I press the button to arm the C4 planted all throughout the island. You wouldn't have made it this far and still come out smelling like roses if you weren't the best.
The engines to the chopper snarl loudly as the pilot drives it into the rising sun. I blink against its brilliant rays as I clutch my mission. Wesker will not be pleased with my betrayal. Hmm… This could prove to be interesting.