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The door latched closed with a small click as Leon turned the lock to the safe room, stopping to take a deep breath. The older agent surveyed the room, glancing around the darkness, able to make out the outlines of a bedroom in the shimmering moonlight. It was the most peaceful place they’d found yet, calm, quiet and dark. It was only then did Leon feel the grasp on his sleeve and the quivering body next to him.
“Hey- Hey, Grace, look at me.” He turned his entire body to be in front of Grace, looking her up and down to check she was still in one piece. “You’re okay, you’re safe. We are safe here, you can relax.”
Grace nodded slightly, still quivering like a leaf in the wind as she looked around the room. “I know…” her voice was small, shy, quiet. She seemed even more reserved than she had been so far, Leon watching her body almost curl into itself despite the fact they were perfectly safe right now. It was only as he watched her mannerisms a little more that it clicked. Despite being an FBI agent this girl seemed afraid of everything, from big scary monsters down to the sound of accidentally kicking a bucket herself, she jumped at anything, so this didn’t particularly surprise him.
“Grace?” The older man took a gentle hold of her chin, redirecting her eyes to meet his. “Are you afraid of the dark?” Grace nodded sheepishly as she pressed her body closer into Leon’s, her head burying into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. “That’s okay,” He ran his fingers through her blonde hair as he spoke, his voice soft and reassuring. “We’ll get through it, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Burying his face into the top of her hair, Leon left a soft kiss to her crown. “You’re safe with me.”
The body against his started to relax in his arms, untensing slowly as she sunk more directly into the affection, fully taking in his touch and scent. He smelt as she expected, a scent of leather with something musky thinly veiling his sweat, it was nice, grounding, something she couldn’t get enough of. They didn’t talk about this closeness between them but there was… Something there, something lingering int he air neither of them dared to mention, something manifesting in the hardness pressed against her leg.
At first Grace thought it was Leon’s handgun until it glinted in the moonlight, sitting on a desk she could barely see over his shoulder. The puzzle all fit together soon and Grace’s face was as red as the blood that stained her clothing after the day they’ve had. She didn’t dare question it, but boy, was she curious. “Leon?” That’s when the curiosity got the better of her, pressing her thigh into his crotch she peered up at his face, feeling his body jolt against her touch.
“Grace-”
“Are you?”
“Shh.”
She pulled away from the hug, looking directly at the tent in his pants as the darkness settled back into her peripherals. Goosebumps immediately crawled up her body as she stiffened again, seeing what the swore was movements in the shadows, the fear starting to eat at her again. Leon just looked at the girl freezing up again, ways to help running through his mind, buffered by the exchange they had just shared. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to lean into that… Right?
He took a hold of her hand gently, leading her over to sit on the edge of the bed, “Here, I’m going to show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of in the dark.” Leon rummaged around in his hip pouch for a moment before pulling out a long strip of black material, something he kept on him for an emergency tourniquet, just in case. “Do you trust me?”
Grace nodded back with full certainty, her movements steady and sure. “I do”
“If you change your mind… Raspberries.”
“Raspberries?”
“That’s our safe word.” Grace giggled and nodded again, her focus entirely on Leon.
He talked her through what he was going to do to her as he did it, wrapping the strip of material around her eyes as a makeshift blindfold, a sort of... Exposure therapy. They sat just like that for a moment, checking in that she was okay, he didn’t dare move his hand off of her leg to let her know he was there.
When she was fully comfortable, Leon finally shifted, leaning in to press a kiss against her smooth and soft lips. A sharp inhale came from Grace as the contact was made, taking a moment to realise what exactly was going on. She soon then melted into the kiss, feeling his stubble against her chin as it grew deeper, really taking in the feeling as she cupped his chin with her hands. God, she didn’t think they’d be doing this together, especially not in a safe room and especially not in the dark like this. Leon moved his hand, sliding it up her thigh and closer to her crotch, lingering around for a moment before pressing it flat against it.
The young girls hips bucked abruptly at the touch, firm but gentle all at the same time, he clearly knew what hew was doing. He pulled away just enough for their lips to ghost against each other “Is that okay?” A small peck came between exchanged, “Yeah.” They went back to their kiss, Leon’s tongue slipping into her mouth, a subtle taste of iron sitting on her tongue from where she’d bitten it earlier in the night out of nerves.
Leon carefully laid Grace back, handling her as if she was some fragile doll that could break if breathed on too hard. His hands roamed to her hips, hands pulling at her waistband until all layers were by knees, admiring her pale skin int he moonlight. “You’re gorgeous…” Leon muttered as he went in for more kisses around her neckline, listening to the little moans that were plucked with each peck. His own cock was at full hardness now, looking at her splayed out beneath him with her blindfold on and pants around her knees. His hand went back down to her cunt, clearly wet as he stuck a finger between the folds and pushed it inside her, revelling at the soft moan pulled from her. He moved slowly, holding a tender, rhythmic pace as he thrust a finger in and out of her. Another finger was added shortly after, his pace increasing marginally as he took her so very gently.
It was a gorgeous sight when she truly started to unravel, kicking her pants off around her ankles to the floor as she fumbled around the darkness trying to find Leon. Eventually resting her hands on his shoulder where she had a poorly caught death grip on his jacket collar. “Leon-”
Fuck, she was whiny and loud already, something Leon found unreasonably attractive. “Yeah?” Grace’s body squirmed again, thighs squeezing lightly around his hand.
“Please-” Her grasp got tighter as her hips rocked against his hand. “Fuck me, please.”
“Of course, princess.”
Leon pulled away, only to be rewarded with another whine as Grace found herself empty, hands searching again for Leon in the dark, only to come to settle on the bedsheets around her. He didn’t have to be told twice, pulling his hardened prick from his pants as he smeared the thin layer of precum around his tip, spitting on it to make up for the lack of lubricant. He lined himself up, pumping himself a few times before gently running the tip against her folds.
“Ready?”
“Yes- Please Leon-”
With that last whine he pushed his way in, the near squeal that came from the blonde was perfection, sinking into his ears in the most delightful way, a sound to devastate his senses. He pushed in all the way to the base, lifting her legs over his shoulder so he could get as deep inside her as he physically good. Leon pressed several kisses to the side of her face as he began to thrust, gentle, needy and clearly he knew what he was doing. Grace wrapped every limb she possibly could around him, as close as she could physically get. He felt amazing, filling her up so nicely it bordered on too much, the slight stretch at her insides being just enough to feel just perfect.
When Leon picked up his pace he got right into her sweet spot, ramming his cock directly into her g-spot with a lout, obnoxious cry from her. Her moans quickly turned into what almost sounded like pained whimpers as she begged for more, more, more, more. And more did he give, nearly jackhammering into her at a pace his body would not be able to keep up with for much longer. “Leon- I’m close! Please.” Grace’s arms wrapped around Leon’s neck so tightly she nearly choked the man, her legs around his waist nearly cutting off blood circulation as she came, a loud, high pitched wail of his name falling out of her lips as her body wracked through it.
Leon came shortly after, his hips shuddering to a stop as he shot his seed inside her, painting her insides as he wrapped his arms around her back so firmly.
They both laid there for a moment, holding each other in a sticky, sweaty embrace. Leon was the first to move, unwrapping grace from around him and laying her back again gently. he sat on his knees beside her now, taking off the blindfold now with the utmost care. She looked so fuck drunk, but happy, the corners of her lips upturned to press creases beneath her eyes, red and worn out looking but happy. Far better than her shaking from fear.
“See? The dark isn’t so scary after all.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The young FBI agent leant up and pressed a kiss to Leon’s lips, lingering for a moment before resting a head on his shoulder in a much more relaxed position.
“Actually, We might need to check again some time. Just in case.”
They both chuckled before settling into a comfortable silence, listening to the crickets outside in the night air as Leon watched the shadows of the trees cast by the moonlight and rubbing his hand up and down Grace’s back.