Where Do We Stand?

Author's Notes
Just a quick one-shot I wrote for someone, thought the rest of you Resi smut fans might enjoy it as well :). As the description says, it's my first het fic, so I'd love some reviews and con-crit! That's about all really, this is just a nice, quick little piece that was great fun to write.

Claire stood by the hotel window, looking out at the sleeping town, a little piece of nowhere far from the horrors of Raccoon City and it's aftermath. They'd managed to arrange a brief meeting, a chance to work out where they stood, and what the future held for them. If it held anything at all...

And now here she was, with the man she thought she loved. Well, lusted for at least. Leon's worn-in jeans accentuated muscled legs, toned by a strict fitness regime, while his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a wisp of chest hair. She watched his reflection in the window, grey eyes watching her curiously. She tried to ignore the undeniable feeling of arousal that being alone in a bedroom with him brought on. They had spent the past few hours talking, a bottle of wine loosening their tongues. Just old friends catching up, perfectly innocent of course. But Claire's unspoken question hung in the air like an unbroken thunderstorm, that short sentence that would lead them onto topics of a less platonic nature, to just what they felt for each other.

Claire took a deep breath; closing her eyes as her shoulders rose, then fell with it, taking the narrow straps of her cami and bra with them on one side. The straps hung around her upper arm like a tempting hint of further states of undress, her narrow white shoulder shone alabaster in the chill evening light.

"What about Ada?"

So she had asked at last, and dreaded the answer. It was fairly obvious what was going on with Leon and Ada; she'd heard rumours, gossip from people three degrees removed from the supposed couple.

She watched Leon's reflection move towards her, tentative, and halting in the darkening room. A floorboard creaked under threadbare carpet; she felt the warm wash of his breath on the back of her neck.

"Ada and I...it's complicated", he answered, picking his words with caution. "I don't know quite where she and I stand. But I don't know where we stand, either, you know?"

She did know. How to choose between two lovers when one was uncertain of how either felt?

Claire felt a hand on the peach skin flesh of her neck, tracing the curves of a naked clavicle. She felt her nipples stiffening under her thin clothing, as Leon's other hand slid the straps off her opposite shoulder, both hands firmly sliding down her upper arms. His fingertips were brushing the very edges of her breasts as he leaned over her shoulder, eyes moving upwards to catch her own glance, so they were staring at each other in the window.

"Well, Claire?" He slid his fingertips across the gentle curve of her upper chest, tempting her, questioning her as much with his hands as his words: "Where do we stand then, hm?".

The answer seemed fairly obvious to Claire Redfield, as she moved his hands down to her pert breasts, turning her head to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. He dug his fingers roughly into her flesh, all attempts at suave seduction forgotten in the heat of animalistic passion. He moved closer to her, tilting his hips against the soft rise of her buttocks. She felt the bulge of his erection through their clothing as she guided his hand to her own genitals, making her intentions crystal clear.

Leon's right hand snaked up her firm thigh, sliding her already short skirt up to indecent levels. "Did you wear this deliberately?" he murmured, not trying to hide the note of satisfaction in his voice when he felt a distinct wetness through her lace panties. He slid the whisper of fabric aside and ran his fingers slowly over her sex, exploring her most intimate curves, rubbing one digit experimentally against the hard nub of her clit. Claire shivered slightly, spreading her legs invitingly, pressing back seductively against his lustful body. She almost cried out when Leon slid his finger inside her, not fully, but more than enough to hint at future possibilities. Before she had a chance to fully appreciate the sensation, he slid it out again, a certain smugness to the gesture.

"You know, people can probably see what we're up to, standing near a window and all. You best draw the curtains." His mundane, matter-of-fact comment seemed somewhat incongruous with the gesture that followed it, however. Leon raised his finger to smiling lips, the tip glistening slightly from Claire's arousal. His pointed pink tongue slid across the pad of the finger, and he seemed to visibly relish the taste of her most intimate area. He arched one eyebrow slightly as he looked her straight in the eye. A cheesy gesture, perhaps, but Claire didn't care. She drew the curtains as fast as she could.

Leon stood by the double bed; hand on hip and head cocked to one side, self-assured and provocative. He was caught of guard as Claire bowled him over, pushing him onto the cool cotton sheets with a surprising strength. She smiled slightly awkwardly as she looked down at him, slightly shocked by her own forwardness. Any second thoughts were swiftly forgotten as he pulled her down for a passionate kiss, tongues entangling as they pressed their bodies together. He was fumbling with her top now, trying to pull the skimpy vest over her head. Claire was more than happy to help him, and returned the favour, deft fingers undoing shirt buttons and trailing over his muscular chest, running through the soft hair that covered it. Her mouth found Leon's neck, licking, nibbling, as she felt strong hands reach around her back and unfasten her bra.

They were both breathing slightly heavier than normal, faces flushed with arousal. Claire leaned back, her small breasts exposed to the chilly air, nipples standing erect from far more than just the cold. Leon sat and looked at her for a minute, drinking in the glorious sight, caressing her with his eyes. Claire was straddling him, angling her crotch tantalizingly close to his desperate cock. Claire felt in perfect control of the situation, her earlier uncertainties having vanished in a swirl of passion.

"Sooo..." she began, reaching for the tail of his belt, threading it out of the buckle. "Sooo...do you want me, then?"

She was teasing him, and he knew it. It was clear neither of them had any intention of stopping until they were both naked and exhausted, sated from satisfying their lust for each other. In answer, Leon reached for her left breast, running his thumb softly over the nipple, feeling the eager flesh stiffen still further under his touch. He took it between finger and thumb, massaging the bud roughly, pulling on it to urge his lover closer so he could catch her mouth for another tangled kiss.

Claire's hands were busy, too, unzipping his trousers and working them down his body. They both stood up, Claire pulling down her skirt with one hand as they stepped out of their clothing. They were almost naked now, feeling one another closely through the thin fabric of their underwear. Claire grasped Leon's cock through his thin boxer shorts, pleased that he seemed as big as she had hoped. Pressing her chest against his, she squeezed him tightly, causing him to sigh slightly in pleasure, and then slid his pants down, moving herself down with them.

Facing his member full on, Claire felt slightly intimidated again. Oh, she had been with men before, a fair few too. But this was different, this was Leon, the man she had dreamed of for years, the fantasy of many solitary passions. Claire wanted this so badly to live up to her fantasies, she wanted to please him so he would never look at Ada again, she wanted him to satisfy her as she had long imagined him doing. She slowly moved closer, her hot breath sending a delightful tingle of arousal through his body. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue over the sensitive underside. Leon looked down, watching his fantasies come true before him as Claire Redfield slid his penis deeper into the warmth of her mouth, tongue working feverishly as she slid one hand up to fondle his balls.

Claire struggled somewhat to take his full length in her mouth, so she rubbed at the base of his cock with one hand, rhythmically and firmly, pulling his foreskin back slightly, the better to work her tongue over the sensitive head of the organ. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her actions, as her own feelings of arousal grew. She felt her pussy grow slick as she considered what might yet happen on this eventful evening. One hand moved down to her own genitals, gently stroking her clit in rhythm with his cock. Leon, seeing what she was doing, felt the urge to touch her himself, and moving her head gently away from his hard on (with a degree of regret, of course), he led her to the bed.

Leon sat back in the centre of the bed, watching Claire curiously.

"Well?"

She slowly slipped her lace panties off, and slid towards him, settling between his legs, her back against his warm chest. She resumed her stroking of his cock, while Leon reached around to reciprocate her touches, grasping one breast while massaging her clit. She spread her legs encouragingly, and guided his hand down to her moist entrance. Leon slid one finger inside, gently rubbing her as he moved to kiss her neck. Claire settled back into the sensation, lust building within her as Leon slipped a second digit in. His hand moved more rapidly now, his fingers curved to nuzzle that sweet place deep within her. She leaned her head back in delightful distress, breathing heavily as she fought back her impending orgasm, wanting to hold on to the sweet sensations spreading through her. As Leon fucked her tight hole still harder with his strong fingers, she grasped at him and cried out, tensing her muscles and relaxing as the wave of pleasure breaking over her. Leon prolonged her orgasm with gentle touches, slowly bringing her into the delicious haze of the afterglow.

Claire smiled luxuriously, savouring the last of the sensation and lying still for a moment. She looked up at Leon, a strange look on her face.

"I assume you'll want to fuck me now?"

He was slightly surprised by her bluntness, but also found it somewhat erotic. There was something about the auburn haired beauty talking dirty that was particularly appealing.

"Naturally, dear, naturally..." He moved behind her, angling her leg slightly up so he could penetrate her from behind. Claire leaned back, feeling the tip of his erection brush against her mound as he guided himself into her. Claire spread open to his touch, her inner slick walls welcoming his cock in, caressing it as she writhed in pleasure. Leon wrapped his arms around her, touching her on her breasts, her clit, her thighs, running his hands over creamy flesh, thrusting into her shallowly, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

He rested his chin on Claire's shoulder, a tender gesture suggesting something more meaningful than simple lust, and took one of her hands in his own, the other teasing her clit as he slid in and out of her, faster now, more urgently.

"Mmm... harder Leon, fuck me just how you want to!" Claire was not usually so vocal, but then sex was not normally so enjoyable, either. The combined sensations of a thick cock pistoning into her, and skilled fingers stroking her clit made her dizzy with excitement. She felt Leon's harsh breath by her ear, his thrusts growing more vigorous as he neared his climax.

Claire came first, the dual sensations electrifying every nerve in her body and sending her over the edge once again, moaning slightly as she pushed herself closer to her lover, taking his cock deeper inside her, grinding onto the stiff member to drive herself to new heights of pleasure. The sensation of her dripping cunt drawing his penis in, the feel of her writhing body against his, her low groans of pleasure...the combined delights of the heated moment drove Leon to orgasm soon after, filling Claire with his hot seed, his last slow, leisurely thrusts lubricated by his own cum.

He slowly slid out of Claire, lying on his back and pushing messy brown hair off his sweaty forehead. She turned to face him, lying on her side, a dreamy, faraway look on her face. She laid one arm across him, placing a hand on his far shoulder, looking lovingly at him from under her long fringe. She looked like she was about to say something.

"So...where do we stand then, Leon?"

He paused for a moment, reaching up to place his own hand over hers. Looking his lover straight in the eyes, he answered.

"I'd have thought that was fairly obvious by now. We stand together, at least for the moment..."

In the half-darkness of the late evening, he drew her closer to him, exhausted bodies pressed together with easy, post-sex intimacy.