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“babe” leon said, poking your side “babe, hey”

you swatted his hand without looking up “i’m reading, leon!”

“yeah, but it’s a boring book” he poked you again, this time at your ribs, followed by his infuriatingly cute smirk. he leaned over at your side, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he dangled a finger right in front of your page. “what’s it even about? vampires? no, wait—government conspiracies? i could tell you some real ones if you want”

“leon.”

“hm?” he tilted his head, all innocently and then reached over to gently tug at your hair “you look adorable when you’re trying to ignore me. kinda makes me wanna try harder”

you finally closed the book with a snap and he only grinned wider.

for the next ten minutes he kept it up—stealing your bookmark, whispering terrible one liners about his missions, resting his chin on your shoulder while making obnoxious kissing noises against your neck.

you’d had enough. gathering every bit of strength you had, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pushed him back against the couch. leon landed on the cushions with a surprised ‘oof’, his eyes wide as you climbed on top and pinned his wrists above his head.

“enough” you rumbled

but before he could do anything, you leaned down and kissed him hard, trailing your lips across his jaw, down the side of his neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just below his ear. you moved lower, kissing along his collarbone, pushing his shirt up so you could press your mouth to his stomach, tongue flicking over the faint scars there.

every kiss serving as a payback all the poking and teasing.

leon let a shaky breath beneath you “shit…okay, you win—”

you kissed his hipbone, right above the waistband of his jeans and felt him twitch

but then, suddenly, his wrists flexed under your grip and in one smooth motion, leon reversed your positions, rolling you beneath him so fast it made your head spin.

“alright, sweetheart” he murmured, his voice low as he now pinned your hands to the couch with one of his “my turn”

he didn’t waste any time slipping his free hand under your shirt, his palm hot against your skin as he pushed the fabric up and off.

his mouth followed the same path you’d taken on him. he pressed slow, messy, teasing kisses along your ribs, a gentle bite just under your breast that made you arch. and when you tried to move, he pressed you down harder, his thighs straddling you.

“leon—” you breathed

“shh” he kissed the corner of your mouth, then the other. he slid his tongue against yours in a way that left no room for argument. his hands wandered lower, fingers slipping beneath your waistband, stroking until you were gasping into his mouth.

“you pinned me first, baby” he whispered against your throat, nipping the skin there before soothing it with his tongue. “cute. really fucking cute. but we both know how this ends, don’t we?”

he let go of your wrists only to pull your hips up against his, grinding slowly, so you could feel exactly how hard you made him. his other hand was tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could press even more kisses onto your neck.

“…still reading that boring book?” he asked, his voice smug

and you pinched his side. hard

“You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker,”

“I did.”

dso’s golden boy, legendary agent leon scott kennedy is reduced to nothing but a human pillow. don’t fret, though. he’s exactly where he wants to be in life.

it’s no secret to anyone that leon kennedy has a physique that most women and men simp for. they can gawk however they like but touching him? that right is reserved for you and you only.

leon knows you’re a touchy person by default. first time he met you, he was immediately engulfed in the warmest hug known to mankind—his knees buckled just a little but that’s a secret he’ll take with him to the grave. when he drove you home after the first date? another hug and a kiss to the cheek that he felt even after days passed. he almost didn’t want to wash his face but thought about your preference for hygienic men.

after four years of dating and three months being engaged, your physical love meter has amped up intensely. before, the most he’ll get is a kiss to the corner of his mouth. now? leon’s lucky if he can even get up after getting mauled into the bed due to your sudden urge to “kiss him all over and eat him up and chew him all up.”

this leads us to now, early morning with the sun peeking through the blinds. leon insisted on a blackout curtain but your argument of “you can’t live in darkness forever” resulted in soft baby pink sheer flower patterned curtains.

it was one of those rare times where you awake earlier than him. to be fair, he just came back from a month-long mission in europe.

you’ve always known leon kennedy was pretty but in these instances of serenity and peace, he’s looking extra gorgeous under the warm sunlight. you lay on your front, head slumped over his stretched out bicep. your cheek is skin-to-skin with the muscle, firm yet comfortable. leon’s on his back, chest rising periodically in deep breaths.

glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you decide it’s time to wake him up. you turn your head, open your mouth, and then—bite. hard enough to jolt him awake but not so much that it bleeds out.

you grin as you watch him rub the sleep away from his eyes. “hi, baby. good morning.”

leon squints at you for a moment, still caught up somewhere between dreaming about flowers with faces chasing him and actually facing the prettiest flower ever (you), before he pinches your cheek.

then he registers the dull ache in his arm.

he stills, contemplating on whether to ask you about it or not. instead he settles for, "...mornin'.”

his voice comes out rough, just the right about of deepness and softness that makes your heart flutter. you lean forward to kiss his stubbled jaw.

the arm you were laying on slips under your shirt, calloused fingers caressing the smooth skin.

usually, leon’s internal clock is impossible to shut off, especially after a mission. years of training have hardwired him into waking up the second he’s conscious. most mornings, he’d already be halfway to the coffee machine by now.

instead, he lets his arm flop back onto the mattress, right in front of you. then stares blankly at the ceiling.

you blink. once. twice. "breakfast?”

a beat passes.

"later.”

the answer comes immediately, accompanied by a sleepy exhale.

leon scott kennedy, the man who survived thousands of bioweapons, government conspiracies, parasitic cults, and whatever the hell europe decided to throw at him this time, was choosing to stay in bed. voluntarily.

"i’m tired." his eyes remained at the ceiling.

there’s no complaint in his voice. just a simple statement of fact.

"you should rest, then.” you hummed. he curls his arm loosely around your shoulders in response. for a second there, leon thought he heard purrs of content from you. huh, he must still be dreaming.

you settle comfortably on your stomach again, phone balanced in front of you. your legs swing back and forth behind you as you load up your game, leon snickers at the sight.

a few seconds later, you lean down to take another bite of his bicep. not enough to hurt. never to hurt him.

leon sighs. “i feel like a chew toy.”

“you are. my chew toy.”

“is that all i am to you?”

“most times, yeah.” and another bite. it doesn’t even faze him anymore.

“love you too, i guess.”

“aw, thank you, lord kennedy.”

you grin triumphantly before returning your attention to your phone. one hand taps away at the screen while your cheek remains pressed against his arm like it’s the world’s most comfortable pillow. the 4000 dollars pillow currently on the floor glares at you with scorn and betrayal.

every now and then, you absentmindedly nibble at him. to which, he retorts with faux annoyance.

the room falls quiet after that.

only the sounds of your game, the rustle of sheets, and the occasional bite to his arm interrupt the silence.

leon keeps staring at the ceiling.

not because he's thinking about work. not because he's replaying mission reports. not because he's wondering when headquarters will drag him into another disaster.

for once, he's letting himself do absolutely nothing.

he can feel you beside him. your legs kicking lazily in the air. your weight against his arm. your teeth occasionally finding his bicep because apparently that's become a normal thing in this relationship.

and when you shift closer and practically drape yourself over him, leon doesn’t complain. he never does. you’ve got a soft spot in his heart, after all.

he just lets out another slow breath and settles deeper into the mattress. he reminds himself that he’s home. to you.

and if that means another hour of being a chew toy and a human pillow, leon figures he can deal with that. after all, he’s been through worst situations than this.

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summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap

notes : really self indulgent tbh

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leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.

as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.

you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.

"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.

"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.

you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.

"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.

a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.

leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.

guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.

with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.

the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.

"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.

"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".

obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.

so soft and warm.

you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.

leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.

"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.

he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.

"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.

"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.

you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.

"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.

you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.

your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.

"pick me up later?". you asked softly.

"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".