Whipped

"You fight like a girl."

"...Does this make you the man?"

They were at it again.

One measly little comment slipped from his mouth, and suddenly he finds himself situated just behind his leather couch, survival knife gripped tightly in his hand. It wasn't like he wanted to fight the scowling woman across from him, but sometimes things just happened.

Like earlier today, for example. When Leon S. Kennedy oh-so-casually mentioned that he considered himself better than her—at least with a knife—it was almost like she snapped. Now, with her hands glued to the curves of her hips and ice-like eyes narrowed, she hissed out:

"You; me; knife fight; now."

He wasn't about to argue with that.

So here they were; Leon on one side with a rather amused smirk drawn upon his face and Claire on the other, holding her knife in a rather threatening position. It was almost like the woman was out for murder, but he knew better than that, right?

And then they clashed.

Claire retaliated while he back-stepped; it was like a dance between them. She cut up, he backed away in an angled position. There was silence between them, as though she was sincerely contemplating on the best method to take him down. When her knife sliced the sleeve of his jacket, though, that's when it meant war.

"Redfield," he said, breathy-chuckle to his voice, "that's it. I don't care if you're a girl, I'm kicking your ass."

The redhead across from him only smirked, "It's about time you got serious. You were starting to bore me, Ace."

Leon rushed forward, using lucid movements to narrowly avoid her knife's tip and then powerful ones to knock her back without hurting her. Ten minutes later and he had successfully pinned her down. He breathed heavily, knocking her knife away and peering down into those endless ocean-colored eyes, "I win."

It was almost like she took some sort of thrill in those words. Devious smile on her face, Claire merely lifted up her free hand and yanked his face down to hers.

Their lips collided.

Shocked and feeling rather tingly, Leon's eyes widened, but it was far too late for that. Pushing him over and off of her, Claire situated herself on top of him so now she was the one straddling him. With a simple twist to his wrist, the knife once residing in his hand was now being pointed at his neck, "You were saying?"

He glared up at her, trying to allow his eyes to convey all the different emotions he was feeling. One, however, took the lead, "You play dirty, Redfield. That was cheap."

Rolling off of him, Claire offered an amused smile and flipped the handle back out to him, "There was one thing Chris taught me about fighting: there is no such thing as 'dirty tactics', only good ones."

He hated it when she outsmarted him.

"Let's go now," she brushed her clothes off rather roughly, "because since I won, you are not only going to admit me superior to you in knife combat, but you're also buying me dinner."

Hook, line, and sinker.

Notes from Laurin: This little idea just kind of came to me. o_o I was sitting there, thinking to myself about something my friend Rachael said while we were rping. Basically, she said the only way for her OC to win [against my Canon character] was to use female charm and play dirty. And then I totally thought of this idea. I mean, come on; you can't really expect Claire Redfield to not play cheap, especially with Leon. I'm not even sure if they are dating in this one-shot. It's more on the lines of they just...are there. Maybe friends-with-benefits? -Shot- Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!