Summary: different Leon eras telling you for the first time he's yours.
This part includes Re2 Leon and Re4 Leon. Next part here!
The first time Leon told you he loved you was sweet. You thought that was the sweetest thing someone could ever tell you. But the time he told you he was yours felt completely different. It felt even better.
It all started when you two arrived at the restaurant after a long day at the station, still in uniform. The young waitress came to your table, and you noticed it immediately, the moment her eyes landed on Leon. On your rookie. On your Leon. The way she smiled like the night had suddenly become interesting. She scanned him without even noticing that you were scanning her right back.
Young, confident, and extremely bold.
She leaned a little too much on the table, looking directly at him, completely ignoring your presence. Leon, who was already planning on ordering half the menu, was too focused to notice. But you did.
“Good night, officer,” the girl purred, playing with her hair.
Leon didn’t even look up. Of course he didn’t. He was naive. Naive in a way only he could be.
“Night,” you said, cutting straight to the point.
She finally looked at you, and the small flicker at the corner of her lips gave away the annoyance on her face.
“I’ll take your best wine. The boy will have a burger. Extra cheese.”
Leon looked at you with a smile. You were perfect for him. If you hadn’t ordered, he would have spent half an hour reading every dish just to end up choosing a burger anyway.
By the time the waitress came back, you were holding your glass like a lifeline, and once again, Leon didn’t notice anything wrong.
It wasn’t until mid conversation that he realized it wasn’t really a conversation. He was the only one talking, going on about something while you weren’t even listening.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, reaching for your hand over the table.
You looked at him. He was still new to this kind of affection, you could tell by the way his cheeks turned pink.
“Yeah. Don’t worry your pretty head about it, rookie,” you said, taking another sip, but not letting his hand go.
“Is it because I messed up the paperwork earlier? I promise it won’t happen again. It’s just… you looked so pretty and I… you can’t blame me, I-”
“Rookie, you’re fine. It’s fine. Eat your fries and let’s get out of this place. I don’t like it.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“But you only ordered wine.”
“Yeah, the wine’s fine. It’s the service that I don’t like,” you murmured quickly.
“Why?” he asked, frowning in confusion. “The waitress was kind.”
“Well, that’s the damn problem, rookie. Now eat your food.”
He obeyed for about three seconds before everything finally clicked.
You. The prettiest woman he had ever seen. The one completely out of his league who had somehow ended up interested in him. You were jealous?
“You don’t have to be jealous,” he said softly, even softer than he intended. “I mean… you know I’m your rookie, right? I’m yours.”
The soft blush from earlier had turned into a deep crimson spreading across his entire face. The way he offered himself so honestly, so hopefully, made your heart jump.
Leon was a stubborn man. A really stubborn one. But he was also your partner. The one who stood next to you in life or death situations, the one who had saved your life more times than you could count, just like you had saved his.
And that was it. Just two coworkers who had somehow not killed each other yet.
So when you received a call from him in the middle of the night, you picked up immediately.
Music was playing on the other end. Voices in the background. Then a soft “shh” that made you double check the name on your screen.
“Leon?” you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.
“Sweetheart? You there?” he said. He sounded strange. That tone he only used with you was mixed with something else you couldn’t quite place. “I told you she would pick up, you asshole.”
“Leon? Who are you talking to? Where are you?”
“Oh, you know, just hanging out with some guys from the station,” he answered, trying to sound casual.
That’s when you realized.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he continued, laughing a little now. “Can you tell them you like when I call you that? They keep calling me a liar. Say you’re too bossy.”
Laughter followed, not from him. You recognized one or two voices in the background, murmuring and teasing.
“Leon, I need you to send me your location,” you said, trying to stay patient. Even if you wouldn’t admit it, you were worried. He wasn’t the type to drink, so his tolerance was probably nonexistent.
“Huh, you’re not asking nicely,” he replied, now laughing with them even though he clearly didn’t understand what was so funny. “Come on, sweetheart, just tell them how much you love me.”
“Put me on speaker, Leon,” you said.
The moment you heard the echo of your own voice, you sighed before speaking again.
“Listen to me. I will track this phone down, and if anyone other than Leon is still there when I arrive, you’re all fired.”
You hung up, already putting on your shoes. The last thing you heard was the laughter turning into nervous murmurs.
It wasn’t hard to find him. The place was just a few blocks away from your apartment.
Leon was there. Alone this time. Sitting at a big, now empty table, barely awake.
“Get up, Kennedy. We’re going home.”
“Mm… your home or my home?” he asked, trying to stand. He stumbled immediately, and you had to throw his arm over your shoulder to steady him.
He protested instantly, letting his full weight lean against you, making you stumble this time.
“No, sweetheart, don’t leave me alone. I wanna be with you.”
“That’s not negotiable, Kennedy.”
“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled. “Call me one of those pretty names you use. Please, sweetheart, I need it.”
“Leon, get in the car, okay? We’ll talk about it at my apartment.”
“Woah, ma’am. I’m not that easy,” he said, smiling like a complete idiot.
You couldn’t help it. You laughed.
“Well… maybe I can make an exception just for you.”
“Well, thanks, Leon,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“My pleasure, sweetheart.”
You got into the driver’s seat, focusing on the road, the streetlights passing by in silence. Leon stayed quiet for a while, staring out the window.
“You’re my sweetheart, right?” he asked, suddenly unsure. They had mocked him, called him a liar.
You had an answer ready. A simple no to shut him up for the rest of the ride.
But then your eyes met his for a second.
“Yeah, Leon… I’m your sweetheart.”
The way he smiled could have melted you completely. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding and turned back to the window.
“Great…” he murmured, eyes already closing. “I’m yours too, Sweetheart.”
That wasn’t what you meant, but he was already drifting off. “All yours.”
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