Leon Kennedy 8

Gaze clung to the mirror, following the car behind with the bat sign on the hood. "Naughty, naughty Mouse" Mischief was playing in yours eyes. Stomach tingled with anticipation.

There was a thud on the roof from the man's landing. Fingers wrapped around the gun, randomly releasing bullets. "Tenacious Mouse," There was a note of irritation in your voice. Batman was taking control of the situation. Hands gripped the steering wheel, twisting it the other way.

A splash of water. The car is sunk. There's nothing to breathe. Consciousness came when Leon was doing artificial respiration. Your lips moved, drawing him into the kiss. The man pulled back in an instant, keeping his face impassive. His hand was on your neck, excluding attempts at unnecessary movements. "Prison is the second home, right?" The handcuffs touched your wrists. Leon roughly pushed your body into the back seat of the car while all his actions were accompanied by your insane laughter.