Ally!

Behind you in the mirror, Leon brushed out your hair, getting every last tangle as gently as he could, and made a single loose braid down your back. He had become a natural at braiding your hair, after lots of practice and you not squirming every time his fingertips would brush the back of your neck. The first braid he’d ever attempted had fallen apart before he had even reached the end, now his fingers moved automatically.

After he secured your hair, his hands traveled back up to your shoulders, his fingers working deep into your knotted muscles. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped your lips as Leon’s thumb pressed deep into your shoulder, hitting one of your most tense spots perfectly.

He chuckled as his hands smoothed over your back, placing a soft kiss to the side of your neck as he looked at you through the bathroom mirror. Although exhaustion lingered in his eyes, the way he looked at you made your chest ache.

It didn’t take long until the two of you were cuddled in bed, Leon’s chest cradling your back with his arms wrapped tight around your waist. His nose was buried in your hair, inhaling that familiar scent of your shampoo that always reminded him of home. 

Nothing compared to the way it felt for Leon to see you again after a mission. Even one as simple as tonight, there’s always that risk of never seeing you again that lingers in the back of his mind. 

Somewhere along the way, Leon had become superstitious too. He’d never admit it out loud, he’d spent enough years fighting monsters to know that luck wasn’t real. Yet every time a mission went sideways, every time he found himself trapped in some impossible situation, his mind would drift back to the same thing.

The kiss you pressed against his lips before he left, the way you straightened out his collar, the familiar come home safe whispered against his skin. 

It wasn’t magic, it wasn’t luck. But it was something to hold on to when everything else felt uncertain. 

And after days spent surrounded by danger, exhaustion, and people who needed something from him, there was no feeling in the world that compared to finally coming back to the person who only wanted him home. 

That was why when he felt you relax against his body, breathing regulating and head nestling against your pillow as you drifted off to sleep, he was determined to show you just how much he loved you.

Leon always woke up before you. This morning was no different. As he opened his eyes, light filling his icy blue irises, they landed on you. 

You were lying on your back, arms sprawled out and head slightly turned to face him, lips just barely parted as you slept contently. Leon propped himself on his elbow facing you, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. He noticed the dark circles forming under your eyes, evidence of the multiple sleepless nights from watching over him after the Spain mission.

His chest tightened seeing how much this had taken an effect over you. Someone as caring, selfless, and kind as you didn’t deserve to be so anxiety ridden for the last twenty four hours. Leon continued to observe your sleeping state, lashes fluttering every so often like you were captured in a dream, all he could think was just how perfect you were.

His hand came up to gently brush a fallen piece of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. He decided right then and there that today was about you, anything for his girl.

Your body jolted awake far before your brain did. You could feel yourself squirming, thighs pressing together and hips jerking into something keeping them pressed into the mattress. Hot, wet lips were attacking the side of your neck, nipping at the skin to create purple lovebites.

Your head turns, brows furrowing the more your brain wakes up and registers the sensations overwhelming your body. The more your thighs press together, you feel a strong hand getting crushed between them, fingers swiping through your slick coated folds and toying with the entrance of your core. 

“Wha-”

“-Shh shh baby,” Leon whispers in your ear, kissing the outer shell as he continues to tease your hole, dipping two fingers inside to the first knuckle before pulling them out again. A groggy moan escapes your lips, eyes finally fluttering open and taking in your surroundings.

Your eyes squint at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, illuminating the bed and the man lying next to you. Leon’s hair is sticking out in all different directions, skin glowing under the sun as your eyes trace his bare chest. He’s propped up on one elbow, while his other hand disappears under the covers and into the depths of your pyjama shorts and panties. He looks at you, eyes half lidded and pupils completely blown, lips wet and swollen from kissing at your neck.

“Just looked so beautiful sleeping next to me,” Leon muttered, his two fingers collecting the absurd amount of slick from your core, “wanna show you how much you mean to me.”

You whine as his fingers easily slide back in your entrance, as deep as they can go and curling into your sensitive spot. Your hips attempt to buck into his hand but they’re stuck in place on the mattress, instead your thighs quiver around Leon’s hand getting faster and faster. 

The nerves in your body feel exceptionally more sensitive, your walls stretch and flutter around Leon’s fingers continuing to pump in your core. Your head turns to look at him head on, his eyes already laser focused on your own and he dips his head to place a sloppy kiss on your mouth. While the kiss is still gentle, it’s passionate; like Leon will worship and serve your body with everything he has to give.

Your stomach tenses as you feel that familiar knot forming deep in your core, your breathing becoming more shallow the tighter it gets.

“Mm- fuck Leon,” you moan against his lips, which only encourages him to pump his fingers even faster. His thumb goes to rub tight circles over your clit, a loud whine emitting from your lips.

“That’s it y/n,” Leon groans against your skin, “can feel you squeezing my fingers, you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, yes please,” your words only slur together the closer you feel to the release, your thighs practically crushing his hand as you try to increase the friction. Leon’s lips trail back down your jaw, sucking that sweet spot just under your ear as his hand moves faster against your core.

His thumb presses down hard on your clit, releasing that knot in your belly and spreading it to the rest of your body. A broken moan escapes your slacked jaw as the waves crash through you, body convulsing under Leon’s touch.

He continues to thrust his fingers through your high, only slowing once your muscles relax and your breathing regulates. Leon plays with the sensitive bundle of nerves a little longer before pulling his hand out from your panties, your core suddenly feeling too empty. 

His fingers trail out from the covers, and press them gently to your lips to encourage you to take them into your mouth. You gladly accept, sucking Leon’s fingers, ridding them of your juices, swirling your tongue around them. 

“Atta girl,” Leon praises, eyes transfixed on your mouth watching his digits disappear further into it. When he finally pulls them away, a wet pop coming from your lips, Leon can’t help but kiss you one more time.

You smile into the kiss, your hands coming up to thread your fingers through his hair, “Well good morning to you.” Leon pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a lazy smile spread across his face. 

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” He caresses your face with his hand, a thumb brushing over your bottom lip gently. “You feeling okay?”

“I would say so,” you giggle, face still flushed from only a minute ago. 

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done yet,” Leon hoists himself to hover over top of you, your head caged in between his arms, knees spread wide for his hips to slot right inside. The covers get thrown off the two of you, piling at the bottom of your feet.

You can feel Leon’s painfully hard cock press against your hips, his own grinding down on you to create friction in his pyjama pants. You trail your arm down to grip on his cock through his pants, squeezing the length with your palm. 

Leon hisses through his teeth, head bowing down to look at his crotch, “Careful y/n, I wanna take my time with you.” He grabs your hand, along with the other one and pins them up above your head.

The grip is firm even for just one hand wrapped around both of your wrists, it still amazes you just how strong Leon really is. You let out a small gasp as you try to free your hands, his grip only getting tighter the more you try to resist. 

Leon kisses down your arm, teeth grazing your bicep as he makes his way down to your collarbone, sucking and licking in the dip between your shoulders. His free hand makes its way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at it and bunching the fabric just under your chin, your breasts now exposed. Your nipples quickly harden from the temperature change, goosebumps arising on your skin as Leon’s lips travel closer to the sensitive peaks. You gasp the moment Leon’s tongue flicks over your nipple, taking the entire bud into his mouth and sucking hard.

“God Leon,” you moan the more the suction increases on your tit, Leon humming contently in response. Your back attempts to arch off the bed as his mouth moves to the other breast, kissing the valley in between them, kissing every square inch of plush skin before latching once again on your sensitive peak.

 Leon’s eyes look up at you through his tousled hair, watching as your brows knit together, mouth ajar in that way he knows you’re enjoying every last bit of this. Watching you so relaxed and full of pleasure was enough to get him leaking precum into his pants. His hips grinded into yours again, your body jolting in reaction as he nudges against your sensitive clit. 

“Please baby,” you whine, wrists wriggling against his hand, begging to just touch him. Leon’s lips release your nipple with a clack, the bud illuminated with his saliva and swollen.

“Tell me what you want y/n,” Leon rasps, free hand grasping your jaw, tilting your head to look at him, “anything you want, just say the word.”

“Let me ride you, please,” you beg, bottom lip pouting. Leon pauses for a moment, looking at you slightly confused. As much as he would love it if you’d ride him, he wanted everything to be about you. Wanted to make sure you were completely taken care of. 

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to, baby.”

“I’m sure Leon,” you reassure him, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips, “lie down.” 

It takes Leon a moment before finally nodding, the grip on your wrists slowly releasing. You shake your hands out to regain feeling, and waste no time in pushing Leon’s chest, swinging your legs to flip him over and straddle his waist.

Leon grunts as his back hits the mattress, his hands immediately coming to rest on your hips. His fingers play with the waistband of your shorts, helping you remove both your shorts and panties as you lifted your hips just enough.

The cool air hits your soaking wet core, coming down to grind against Leon’s still clothed cock. You both moan at the same time, your clit digging into the fabric, feeling him pulse underneath. Leon’s fingers dig into your thighs, grasping at the soft skin to try and refrain himself from flipping you back over and fucking you sensless.

“Let’s be nice, baby, don’t tease me like that.”

You smile playfully, watching Leon’s stomach tense and hips twitching on the mattress, “I thought I could do anything I wanted?” 

Leon was about to quip back at you until your hips lifted off of him, fingers delicately reaching for his pants and tugging them down. You pulled them just to the middle of his thighs, his cock bobbing free.

Leon groaned a dragged out “fuck,” as your hand wrapped around his length, thumb swiping across the slit to collect his leaking precum and spread it over the rest of his cock. You stroke him a couple of times, wrist twisting around the length before lining it up to your entrance.

You swiped the tip through your folds, mixing his precum with your slick for as much lubricant as possible. Lifting your hips just enough, you gently slide down on Leon’s cock, taking his length in full and bottoming out.

Leon’s head slumps back on the pillow, hips immediately bucking against you as soon as your ass makes contact with his thighs. You whimper at his movements, still needing time to fully adjust to his size.

Once your walls began to stretch, and the girth didn’t feel as jarring anymore, you slowly rocked your hips. You leaned your hands back on Leon’s thighs, grinding your hips on his cock, feeling every vein and ridge scratch the inside of your walls. Leon’s grip tightens on your hips, oh so gently guiding your movements in a slow rhythm. 

“Yeah baby, just like that,” Leon groans, eyes trailing all over your body, “look so beautiful on top of me.”

You can only whine in response, beginning to raise and lower your hips on his cock so painfully slow. You rise right up to the tip before sliding back down again, your ass slapping against Leon’s hips as you create a fluid rhythm. Your walls flutter around him, practically sealing him inside you, he can’t help but jerk his hips up against yours.

“So fucking tight,” Leon says through gritted teeth, sitting up on the bed more to grab a better hold on your ass. Your head rolls back when Leon begins to meet your thrusts, his hips snapping back up to yours, hands palming your ass guiding it up and down.

“Mm, feels so good,” your words slur, bouncing quicker on Leon's cock with every thrust.

The sunlight casted a glow on your chest as you rode Leon, bedsheets crumpled and pooled around your bodies, the air in your bedroom only getting thicker with sex. The braid that Leon had done in your hair the night before rested on your shoulder, stray hairs fallen out and framing your face.

As Leon’s hips continued to grind up into you, you picked up your head to meet his gaze, immediately locking eyes. His were dark, pupils blown, but there was still that glance of pure admiration and love that never faded. 

Your legs ached from holding yourself upright, knees shaking as you continued to lower yourself over and over again, your fingernails digging into Leon’s legs and chest heaving. As hot as riding him was, and how absolutely heavenly it felt every time Leon’s tip rammed right into your sweet spot, you could feel yourself tiring out.

And you guess Leon could feel it too, because in one swoop he flipped the two of you around, your back slamming against the mattress nearly knocking the wind out of you. He never stopped thrusting, only now he was able to plunge his cock harder and deeper inside of you.

A high moan rippled out your lips as Leon continued to thrust into you, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling them up to your chest, the angle at which his cock could reach just the tip of your cervix was intoxicating.

“Shit Leon!” Your voice is weak from moaning and whining, your eyes wiring shut when you could feel that familiar knot forming in your belly. Leon only fucked faster, cock sliding almost completely out before ramming right inside again, hitting that perfect angle every single time.

Leon stretched out at hand to grasp at your jaw, pulling your face gently to make you look up, “Hey, eyes on me sweetheart.” Your eyes fluttered open, staring right into Leon’s, half lidded and never wavering contact. His hand squeezed at your jaw, mouth slacking open just enough for him to slide his thumb between your teeth.

You sucked hard on his thumb, Leon’s pace getting faster and sloppier, his own high not too far away. With your thighs pressed tight on your chest, and Leon’s cock rutting deep into core, your body was teetering on the edge.

“Please, it’s right there,” you muffle, your teeth biting down on his thumb as the tip once again nudges at your cervix.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock?” Leon’s voice is deep and strained, head dipping to rest his forehead against yours, shoulders slumping into your frame. All you could do was nod, looking up with pleading eyes as the knot only got tighter.

Leon pulled his thumb out of your mouth to kiss your lips hard, noses squishing against one another and teeth clashing, “Not quite yet sweet thing, I’m almost there.”

Leon’s rhythm became more inconsistent, stomach tensing and balls drawing up tight to his body, his release just only moments away. Your head slams down on the pillow, eyes brimming with tears from just how close your orgasm was approaching. Leon’s thrusts slowed, trying to prolong the anticipation, drawing his cock almost completely out of your core.

Your hands clawed at his biceps, trying to pull him back into you again before the knot began to loosen, “Leon! P-please!” That was all it took for him to slam his cock right up to the hilt, the tip nailing your most sensitive spot, your walls instinctively closing around him.

A broken yell rumbled out your chest as your orgasm came down hard, coursing through every vein in your body, locking every joint in place. You almost forget to breathe while the waves crash over you, legs trembling against your chest, finally letting out a deep exhale.

Leon’s thrusts get even sloppier, eyes transfixed on your face as you ride out your orgasm, the walls of  your core constricting his cock like it was milking him. Which seemed to do the trick, with a couple more thrusts and the fluttering of your core Leon completely unloaded himself. 

His hips stalled pressed against yours, cock twitching as each hot rope of cum spurted into you, the seed already beginning to seep out of the sides of your slit. All that could be heard in your bedroom were the heavy breathing, chests heaving and skin sticking together. 

You let out a small whimper as you feel Leon begin to pull out of you, cock softening and seed dribbling out of your core, pooling between your thighs. Leon brushed a damp strand of hair away from your forehead, followed by unfolding your legs from your and lying them gently on the bed.

“Too sore?” He asked quietly.

You nod, “No, I’m alright.”

“You sure?”

A weak smile tugged at your lips, “I’m sure.” Leon nodded once, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a glass of water and a warm washcloth, setting the glass down and carefully cleaning in between your thighs before climbing back into bed beside you.

“You always do that,” you murmured. 

“Hm?”

“Take care of me before I even realize I need it,” Leon gave a small shrug, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’ve been doing it for me for a long time.”

He settled onto his side, one arm slipping around your waist until you were tucked against his chest again. His fingers absentmindedly traced circles across your back, the same comforting rhythm he’d fallen into countless times before.

For a while, neither of you spoke. Neither of you needed to, the silence felt different now; comfortable and complete. Eventually, you tipped your chin up to look at him.

“I was really scared.” Leon didn’t ask what you meant, he knew.

“I know.”

“No…” You swallowed, searching for the right words, “I don’t think I let myself admit how scared I was until you got home.”

His hand stilled against your back.   

“I kept thinking,” you laughed softly at yourself, “if I didn’t kiss you goodbye, something was going to happen.” Leon watched you carefully, his expression gentler than you’d ever seen it.

“I started wondering if maybe I’d been making the whole thing up.”

“The routine?”

You nodded, “It felt ridiculous for a while.”

Leon was quiet for a long moment, “I don’t think it was ever about luck.”

You frowned slightly, “No?”

He shook his head, “I never believed your kiss killed monsters.”

“I’d hope not.”

“But…” His thumb bruised across your side, “Every mission starts with someone asking something of me.” He stared up toward the ceiling as he spoke, “A briefing, orders, objectives, expectations.”

His gaze returned to yours, “Yours was the last voice I heard before I left. Come home safe.” He smiled faintly, and your chest tightened. “You were just asking me to come back.”

You reached up, resting your hand against his cheek, “So maybe the superstition wasn’t that the kiss kept you safe.” Leon leaned into your palm, lashes fluttering gently.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe it just reminded us what we were coming home for.”

A slow smile spread across his face, “I think you’ve got it.”

You studied him for another moment before letting out a quiet sigh, “I still want to kiss you goodbye every time.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll probably still worry.” 

Leon nodded into your palm, “I know.”

“You’ll probably keep pretending not to worry.”

A small laugh escaped him, “I’ll probably fail.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

You sat up just slightly, eyes focused directly at Leon’s icy blue ones, “I don’t want you pretending with me.”

His eyes softened, “That’s not possible for me anymore.”

The sun poured brighter into the room, gold flecks in Leon’s hair shining against the light. He pulled you impossibly closer, his chin resting on the top of your head while you nestled into the crook of his neck. You placed a kiss against the column of his neck, a content sigh escaped your nose.

For the first time since Leon had left for the mission, neither of you were thinking about the next goodbye. Only the fact that he’d made it home. And that, for today, home was enough. 

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Leon had the briefing in his lap, looking over the details a final time before he drifted off to a restless sleep. He never slept well the night before a mission. Whether it was because he knew what he was getting himself into each time, or it was the too real possibility of the fact that he might never see your face again.

You, curled up into Leon’s side, back resting against the headboard as you watched his face focus on the papers in front of him, tilted your head down to plant a kiss on his bare shoulder.

“Hey, you’ve read that thing ten times front to back now. You need to sleep,” your lips murmured against his skin, a hand rubbing his chest in soft circles. Leon sighed, and folded up the briefing and placed it on his nightside table.

“Yeah okay,” he muttered tiredly, a yawn escaping out his mouth as he spoke. He switched off the lamp next to him and settled further into bed, you doing the same. 

Leon was on his side, arms wrapped around your waist as you snuggled deep into his chest, your nose digging into his collarbone. Leon always held you tighter before parting; memorizing every dip and curve of your body, the smell of your shampoo, the soft sound of your voice in his ear.

You inhaled the scent of Leon’s skin, freshly clean from a shower but still had a hint of his pheromones that drove you wild. You nudged your nose against his neck, placing a gentle kiss to his pulse.

“If I don’t hear your alarm wake me when you get up, okay?” You whispered against his neck, exhaustion beginning to creep into your body. Leon kissed the top of your head, keeping his face nestled in your hair.

“It’ll be too early for you, baby. I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered back, another sigh escaping his nose as he went to shut his eyes. You pulled your head back just enough to look at his face, and frowned.

“I have to say goodbye, I’ll fall back asleep once you leave.” Leon’s head rolled when you pulled yours back, his eyes blinking back open only slightly. He was exhausted, to say the least. His brain was consumed with the case, under eyes dark from lack of sleep. All he could do was lean in, slotting his lips into yours like they were made for each other.

The kiss was deep, trying to communicate the words he couldn’t come up with. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his arms pulling you impossibly closer to his body.

“Love you so much,” Leon whispered, words trailing off as he succumbed to sleep. You only kissed the tip of his nose, nestling your head back into the crook of his neck before allowing sleep to pull you in.

Your head was buried in your pillow when you began to stir awake. Face practically suffocating in the silk pillowcase, hair in all different directions on your head. You felt strangely well rested, muscles relaxed and battery fully recharged. 

Your eyes still closed, you flipped over in bed and extended your arms to reach for Leon, and was met with the cold mattress. You frowned, arms flailing as you tried to search for even a little bit of warmth.

That was when you opened your eyes, immediately squinting from the morning sun.

Wait, the sun? What time is it? 

You lifted your head, eyes adjusting just enough to read the digital clock on Leon’s nightstand. The time read 8:57am. 

You sat right up, head whipping across the room as you noticed Leon’s duffle bag was gone, briefing missing from the nightstand, and jacket removed from the back of the door. 

Leon had left. And didn’t say goodbye.

Your immediate reaction was to be enraged. You had told him to wake you up if you couldn’t yourself, and now you’ve been left to wake up alone without giving him that comforting farewell you always did. You felt your face get hot, eyes filling up with angry tears. 

You hopped out of bed, and made a direct route to the phone. You knew that you shouldn’t be doing this as you dialed Hunnigan’s number, but your mind was too groggy and frustrated to think clearly.

It only took two rings for Hunnigan to answer her headset, “y/n, what are you-”

“-What’s Leon’s status.” Your tone was flat and direct, not daring to let your voice crack as those hot tears fell from your eyes.

“He said this might happen,” Ingrid muttered to herself, “you know I can’t tell you that, y/n.”

“I’m not asking, Ingrid. What’s. Leon’s. Status.” 

The line is silent for a moment, you almost thought she had just hung up until you heard a deep sigh from the other end.

“He is on route to the location. If everything goes accordingly, he should be back to base by the end of the night. You really don’t need to worry-”

“-Thank you,” you hang up the phone before Hunnigan is able to finish her sentence. You let go a shaky breath, and wipe the tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand. 

The anger subsides as you stand in your bedroom, fingers running through your hair, and the fear settles in.

Maybe the reason why waking up alone hurt you so much is because of the first time he ever came back home to you. The first time Leon came back injured, you hadn’t even known he was on a mission.

You were sitting on the couch in your apartment, halfway through a movie you’d already watched twice because Leon was supposed to be home three hours ago. At the time, you were still learning what it meant to love someone like Leon Kennedy.

You knew he worked for the government, that he traveled, and you also knew there were things he couldn’t tell you. But you didn’t understand what that really meant.

Every time he left, he’d brush a kiss against your forehead and tell you he’d be back in a few days, and every time, you’d believe him. 

That night, the knock at your door came just after midnight. You remember being more annoyed than anything; annoyed he’d forgotten his keys, annoyed he scared you, that he made you wait.

You marched across the apartment ready to lecture him, and opened the door. 

You froze.

Leon was standing there swaying on his feet, shirt torn, blood stained sleeve of his jacket. There was a cut across his cheek, and another disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. His face was pale and exhausted. 

The moment he saw you, some invisible thread holding him upright snapped. He stumbled forward, and you barely caught him.

“Leon?” Your voice had sounded strange; small and terrified. You helped him inside, heart pounding so hard you could hear it. He kept saying, “It’s not as bad as it looks,” which only made the vision of your eyes get blurrier and blurrier. 

You remembered kneeling on the bathroom floor while he sat on the edge of the bathtub, your hands shook so badly you almost dropped the antiseptic. Leon had laughed softly, actually laughed despite the blood and bruises, despite the split skin over his eyebrow. 

You’d glared at him through tears, “Stop laughing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You could’ve died,” the words escaped before you could stop them. Leon stared at the floor as the bathroom went quiet. For the first time that night, he had nothing to say. 

Because you were right. You sat between his knees, still clutching the first aid kit. After a long moment, Leon reached out and brushed away a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I’m here, though.”

You hated how broken your voice sounded when you answered, “But what if next time you aren’t?”

The question lingered between you too honestly, too uncomfortably. Because you both knew that it was a real possibility. Leon didn’t answer immediately, instead he leaned forward and pressed a tired kiss to your forehead. Then another, as though trying to prove that he was real. Still breathing, still alive.

You remembered grabbing the front of his shirt before he could pull away, holding him close to you like you needed to feel him.

“Then promise you’ll always come home,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you rested your forehead on his. Leon had smiled, small, tired, but genuine.

“I promise.” 

The next time he left for a mission, you’d kissed him goodbye at the door. And every mission after that. Neither of you said it out loud, but somewhere along the way, the goodbye kiss stopped feeling like a habit. And started feeling like a promise. 

You stared at the silent phone in your hand. Leon had kept that promise every single time, until this morning.

It was Leon’s first mission back from the events in Spain. He had been forced on a leave for a month after suffering from night terrors every night the moment he came back. Even after the leave, they had put him on straight office work for a few weeks to make sure he didn’t lose all of his progress; they can’t ruin their best agent, right?

You spent every night taking care of Leon; calming him down after each nightmare, making sure he ate and showered, even hid all of the knives and unloaded his guns in case he sleepwalked again.

You had been told that this mission wasn’t anything compared to the one in Spain. It was a simple gathering of intel, he shouldn’t have any need to even fire a weapon. But after everything you watched Leon go through, and the very little he told you that happened, you were still apprehensive about this mission.

That was why when you woke up alone this morning it pained you more than usual. You were afraid that Leon would lose all his progress, something could trigger a memory or feeling and he could lose his guard and then-

Before your own thoughts could spiral further you shook your head vigorously, and decided that there’s no good in dwelling on what’s already been done. All you could do was try to distract yourself until Leon came home, supposedly by the end of the night. 

So that’s what you did. You did everything imaginable to keep yourself busy; got showered and dressed, cooked breakfast, started a load of laundry, got groceries, cleaned the whole house, did more laundry, even washed your bedsheets so Leon could come home to a clean bed.

You were washing the dishes from dinner when your mind started to betray you again. The sun was just about set, the sky glowing shades of pink and orange, and all you could think about was what if Leon didn’t come home tonight. 

You thought about calling Hunnigan again, but decided against it as you really weren’t supposed to ask for his status and you wanted to trust that she would be right about his departure home. You packed up the leftovers, making a plate and leaving it on the stovetop just in case Leon came home hungry.

You settled on the couch in the living room, pyjamas on and wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a movie playing on the tv. You could hardly focus on the screen as you constantly checked the time, and twisting your head to the front door at every car that drove by or every creak you heard. 

The clock only read nine pm, meaning it would be quite a few more hours until Leon would be expected home. You thought about going to bed, skipping the agonizing hours and getting right to the part where Leon was pressed close against your back and head nuzzled deep in your neck.

But your brain felt so wired that sleep wasn’t even an option. You could feel your muscles aching to rest but your thoughts were so all over the place that it couldn’t shut off. You also weren’t sure how to handle the situation when he did come home. 

Your first initial feelings were angry. You wanted to yell, interrogate him as to why he would break a routine that was so important to you. But you also knew that Leon would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Maybe his alarm never went off and he slept in? Or he was still half asleep as he walked out the front door and forgot?

After all, this was Leon’s job. You didn’t expect him to dote around every time you left for work, so maybe it was the same thing? Did you feel like a hindrance to him? So many conspiracies encircling your mind it began to create a pounding in your head. 

You laid sideways on the couch, blanket covering everything but your eyes as you tried to focus on the tv again. A tear betrayingly slipped past your eyes, all you could do was count down the hours until all of this would be over.

Your body jolted awake the second Leon’s keys fiddled with the front door. You didn’t remember falling asleep, or even how long you had stayed up prior. The sky outside was still dark, a quiet rain trickling down the windows.

You sat up as you heard the front door open, but didn’t turn to look. You could hear the squeak of Leon’s boots as he kicked them off, duffle bag being dropped to the floor, and jacket hung up on the coat rack.

Leon’s feet padded quietly on the hardwood floor, trying to make sure he didn’t wake you. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner when he stopped, seeing your back upright on the couch.

“Hey,” he sighed, walking closer to the couch. You almost flinched at his voice, your brain already trying to convince you that this wasn’t real. Finally, you rose from the couch, and turned to face him.

And there he was. Tired, hair messy like he had been playing with it, clothes a little wrinkled, but he was here. Alive, and not even a scratch that you could see. It almost made you more upset that he was fine. Like the routine that you had set up in your head actually didn’t mean anything. 

Your arms hugged around your chest tight, eyes already starting to brim with tears, “You didn’t say goodbye.”

Leon’s shoulders tensed, eyebrows knitting together on his forehead. He attempted to take a step closer, but you took a step back.

“Sweetheart, please-” 

“-I asked you to wake me before you left, and you didn’t,” your voice cracked for the first time all day, not ashamed of showing how hurt you were, “I kiss you goodbye every time you leave.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks, arms tightening around your chest to stifle a sob. Leon sighed again, running a hand through his hair, your eye catching that faded scar over his eyebrow. 

“It’s four in the morning, y/n. I’m tired, you’re tired, can we talk about this in the morning-” 

“-No, Leon!” The words came out sharper than you intended. “I waited all day for you.”

Leon tensed, you could see the exact moment the frustration drained out of his face and the realization settled in.

“I called Hunnigan,” you murmured, now suddenly feeling embarrassed of what you did. Leon’s eyes widened, head tilting to the side.

“You did what?” That got Leon’s attention immediately. He had given you Ingrid’s number in case of an emergency. If he didn’t show up when he was supposed to, or god forbid something happened to him during a mission.

So him finding out that you had called her made him put together just how terrified you were. Leon forced himself to stay put in front of you, you had already backed away once and he didn’t want to stress you any more than you were. 

So he watched, watched as you rocked on the heels of your feet, nose sniffling as more tears fell down your face. 

“I thought something happened to you.” The words felt like something you had been avoiding to admit all day. You never usually think of the worst when Leon would leave, especially when you’d be reassured with that goodbye kiss and the promise that he would make it back safe. So when you didn’t have that safety net to fall back on, it triggered something horrifying inside you.

Your arms unfolded, dropping to your sides defeatedly before a choked sob escaped you. All it took was you shifting closer to Leon that had him breaking free of his stance, barreling towards you and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

He cradled the back of your head as you sobbed into his chest, your arms squished at your sides from Leon holding you so tight. You could feel his shirt dampening from your tears but you didn’t care; the mixture of anger and hurt only formed into relief knowing you no longer had anything to worry about.

Leon shushed you comfortingly, brushing your hair with his fingers to soothe your cries, and once all that remained were quiet whimpers and sniffles was when he finally spoke. 

“You finally fell asleep.” His voice was just above a whisper, brushing against the shell of your ear. You pulled your head back just enough to meet his gaze, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“What?”

“You were sleeping,” Leon’s hand moved from the back of your head to cup the side of your face, “for the first time in weeks.”

That’s when it clicked for you. While you were so busy taking care of Leon ever since he came home from Spain, you were forgetting to take care of yourself.

You lost countless hours of sleep making sure he wouldn’t have another night terror, skipping meals when you were watching Leon make sure he ate everything off his plate, and only giving yourself enough time in the shower to clean your hair and body.

So when Leon woke up before his alarm actually went off, and saw you sound asleep next to him, he didn’t bother you. Leon had a hard time showing his gratitude with words, and he was extremely grateful he had someone like you to hold him together in one of his darkest moments. He figured the least he could do was let you get a full night's rest. 

“You looked so peaceful, and you haven’t been sleeping well because of me. So I didn’t wake you.” Leon stared deep into your eyes as he spoke, making sure you could read his genuine expression, how he would never do anything to purposely harm you.

You looked at him through your damp eyelashes, your face relaxing enough to understand why he did what he did. 

“That wasn’t your choice to make,” you whispered, “I always say goodbye.”

Leon clicked his tongue at your words, his heart aching so badly over how distraught you had been.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he muffled into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You finally wriggled your arms out of his grasp to wrap them around his back, squishing your face deeper into his chest.

“I hated leaving you without saying goodbye.” Leon confessed, rubbing gentle circles between your shoulder blades. You hummed in question, tilting your head to rest your chin on his chest. “I stood in the doorway for ten minutes. Because it means a lot to me, too.”

You could almost start sobbing again. You had gone all day contemplating whether this silly superstition you have actually made a difference to Leon, if a simple goodbye was enough to put both your worries at ease. Now that you knew it not only meant a great deal to him, and how he forced himself not to wake you this morning, it filled your heart right back where it was meant to be.

You gave him a quivering smile, body straightening to have your head reach closer to his. One of your hands reached to his face, your thumb grazing along his jaw.

“Well, I think you forgot something this morning.”

Before Leon could answer you leaned in and softly kissed Leon’s lips. It wasn’t anything intense; just your lips slotting perfectly into his and taking in everything you missed while he was gone. 

Leon sighed into the kiss, shoulders relaxing and pulling you closer to his chest as he deepened the kiss. Everything you had been so worried about flew out the window. All you knew was that Leon was home, he was safe, and he cared about your silly routine just as much as you did. 

“Welcome home.” 

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