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Slaved over his desk; Leon lightly tapped his pen against the surface of his desk. He’s stressing himself out once again about some stupid paper work. He could swear he felt like he was back in high school all over again with how he got all worked up. He had time to get it done—- but it was a good lot of writing and typing he had to do. That’s where he might have gotten his nerves riled up.
“You know it’s unhealthy to over work yourself, Leon.” An all to familiar voice informed. Flickering eyes land on the raven haired woman who now approached him. Lazily leaning herself against his desk as she watch him. Almost waiting for a reaction. One that wouldn’t be any different from the other times she came staking into his office.
“I’m aware, Ada…” Leon murmured. Sighing a bit as he slouched back in his chair. Gunmetal eyes drift to the screen of his laptop and back to the dark hues of the woman. “What are you doing here?”
A signature smirk is given in response. Those lean shoulders of hers shrugging the question off. The now audible tap of her heels sounding while she moved around to his side of the desk. Standing well over his seated form. Forcing his neck to strain as he peered up at Ada.
A gloved hand reached behind her back, only to reveal a crimson pedaled rose. How typical for the spy. It’s elegant green leaves and stem cleaned of its thorns. Another hand reached for his face. Gently pushing his blond locks aside as the flower is placed just above his ear.
Embarrassed by the rare affection from the woman he blushes. But only enough to give his cheeks a little pink coloring. “I—- thanks… I think.” He says with a grin.
 | scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; Fingers lace between his and she continues on walking beside him as if nothing is out of the ordinary. "Nice out today, hm?" |
He isn’t excepting a clutter of someone else’s fingers to curl together with his own—- attention snapping up to the woman from the hand that was occupied with his cell.
“Ada—-” He’s about to question the woman’s sudden appearance. Though that is another topic he’ll concern himself with later. “Yeah… Pretty nice out. Can’t disagree with you.”
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; Comes up behind and gropes the Kennedy. |
He gives a sound of surprise, lifting onto his toes as he arched his body away from the hand groping his fine behind. Craning his neck to peer over his shoulder. ”Ada, you better watch yourself—-” He warned teasingly, pointing at the woman.
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; Walks by, smacks the Kennedy booty, then continues on. |
Wants to smack the bootie back. Fears of being slapped across the face. Watches as she walks away with a yearning twinkle in his eyes.
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; I want the k bye |
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19. Forceful Kiss
It had all went of with a bang. A frustrated and heated argument, all because of a tiny little bump in their road. There was distance between the two as they snapped back and forth at one another. Leon was going to have the last word if it killed him. Ada was going to fight for to the death for that last word. Both hated to be proven wrong. Yet both their “rights” clashed against the two different opinions that spewed from their lips. Oh how this was getting under Leon’s skin.
The darker haired woman turned without another word. The heels of her shoes clicking loudly against the floor as she went for the door. Reaching out to grip the handle. A broad arm suddenly reached in front of Ada and slammed the door back shut. Leon spun her around to face him, gently pushing her back against it. The space between them closed off as his broad body pressed against her own. Hot breath ghosting over the pale features of her soft skin.
Parted lips are pressed to the raven haired woman’s in a starving and pressuring kiss. Fingers tangle in the dark locks as he holds her there. Leon kept Ada there for an moment, before finally she returned the sightly rough affection. There certainly wasn’t a fuss from the woman.
”You started it—-” He mumbled as he pulled back from the spy’s lips. Only to receive a disagreeing frown.
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; The spy looks up at Leon from her place on his lap with a small smile. "Very cozy, thank you very much." |
”Glad to hear I provide a comfortable place to sit.” He replied, a hit of sarcasm in his tone. Resting arms over the woman in a lazy half heartened hug. If one would call it that.
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; Drops into his lap tbh~ |
A smirk is given to the raven haired woman now sitting, what seemed, comfortably in his lap. Chuckling, Leon merely rested back in his seat. ”Well I hope you’re comfy.”
| scarlettxbutterfly-deactivated2 ; "Trick or Treat, Leon~" |
There was a tilt of his head, a smirking crossing his lips in mild amusement. His gaze flickering over the woman’s features. A chuckle slipped past his lips.Only on Halloween, he guessed.
”A little old for that, aren’t you Ada?” He teasingly asked, tossing a Kisses at the spy.
