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annundrielFirst Brush
Chris/Leon
PG
410
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spacefragments, a bit of a Resident Evil au based on her art and the idea that Chris is still around in Raccoon City when Leon gets there.
“Crap, I’m sorry!” the guy says, kneeling to gather the papers he dropped when he collided with Chris. “I was—”
“Distracted by Wesker’s ass in those pants?” Chris kneels down and begins to help, paper edges wrinkling under his fingertips.
“I—No. What—I—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Chris says. “I was, too.”
Chris looks up, ready with a wink, but stops when he sees it’s the new guy. The one with the shoulders and the waist, the hair Chris has maybe wondered about sliding his fingers through. He’s blushing a little right now, pink high on his cheeks, and looking at Chris with wide eyes. He’s just as cute—in an earnest kind of way—up close as he was from across the station. Cuter, even, because—god—are those freckles?
“Should you be talking about your superior like that?” the guy asks, fingers brushing Chris’ as he takes the pages Chris has managed to gather.
Shrugging with one shoulder, Chris watches the guy’s hands as he shuffles the papers into a tight pile. They’re good hands; strong, by the looks of them. Steady. Capable. “I don’t really care.” He sticks his hand out. “I’m Chris, by the way. I’m a member of STARS.”
“I know,” the guy says. He nods at Chris’ uniform. “It says so right there.” He grins, sharp and bright. “How’d you think I knew Wesker was your superior?”
Chris feels his skin flush.
The guy takes his hand anyway, and Chris can’t help but appreciate the feel of it in his own, the breadth of his palm, the length of his fingers wrapped around Chris’ hand. He’s got a good grip; Chris likes it.
“Leon Kennedy,” he says, and Chris is about to ask how Leon likes it here in Raccoon City, if maybe he’d like to grab a beer after work, when Jill’s voice interrupts.
“Quit rolling around on the floor with your new crush, Chris, we’ve got work to do.”
Chris vows to kill Jill, but then Leon’s eyes widen and his blush returns. It’s stupidly adorable and attractive and maybe Jill doesn’t have to die if Leon’s reaction means he’d say yes to a drink.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around,” Leon says, standing. The movement treats Chris to a very nice view of Leon’s crotch, an equally nice one of his ass when he turns and walks away.
Sighing, Chris pretends not to hear Jill’s laughter behind him.
Chris/Leon
PG
410
For
spacefragments, a bit of a Resident Evil au based on her art and the idea that Chris is still around in Raccoon City when Leon gets there.“Crap, I’m sorry!” the guy says, kneeling to gather the papers he dropped when he collided with Chris. “I was—”
“Distracted by Wesker’s ass in those pants?” Chris kneels down and begins to help, paper edges wrinkling under his fingertips.
“I—No. What—I—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Chris says. “I was, too.”
Chris looks up, ready with a wink, but stops when he sees it’s the new guy. The one with the shoulders and the waist, the hair Chris has maybe wondered about sliding his fingers through. He’s blushing a little right now, pink high on his cheeks, and looking at Chris with wide eyes. He’s just as cute—in an earnest kind of way—up close as he was from across the station. Cuter, even, because—god—are those freckles?
“Should you be talking about your superior like that?” the guy asks, fingers brushing Chris’ as he takes the pages Chris has managed to gather.
Shrugging with one shoulder, Chris watches the guy’s hands as he shuffles the papers into a tight pile. They’re good hands; strong, by the looks of them. Steady. Capable. “I don’t really care.” He sticks his hand out. “I’m Chris, by the way. I’m a member of STARS.”
“I know,” the guy says. He nods at Chris’ uniform. “It says so right there.” He grins, sharp and bright. “How’d you think I knew Wesker was your superior?”
Chris feels his skin flush.
The guy takes his hand anyway, and Chris can’t help but appreciate the feel of it in his own, the breadth of his palm, the length of his fingers wrapped around Chris’ hand. He’s got a good grip; Chris likes it.
“Leon Kennedy,” he says, and Chris is about to ask how Leon likes it here in Raccoon City, if maybe he’d like to grab a beer after work, when Jill’s voice interrupts.
“Quit rolling around on the floor with your new crush, Chris, we’ve got work to do.”
Chris vows to kill Jill, but then Leon’s eyes widen and his blush returns. It’s stupidly adorable and attractive and maybe Jill doesn’t have to die if Leon’s reaction means he’d say yes to a drink.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around,” Leon says, standing. The movement treats Chris to a very nice view of Leon’s crotch, an equally nice one of his ass when he turns and walks away.
Sighing, Chris pretends not to hear Jill’s laughter behind him.
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Date: 2011-03-16 02:42 am (UTC)So does this comment. <3