❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ (yup that's claire)
like a moth to a flame, her voice drags him in so easily, so much so that you'd almost think he's a man possessed. though that isn't out of the realm of possibilities- not when he still feels like claire saying yes to his kneeling proposition just years prior had been a made up fantasy. [ the luckiest, and best day of his life ] she calls, he comes. it's that simple. her requests will always be met with consideration, and an attempt to fulfill them.
and being asked to kiss her is the single easiest request to grant.
their bedroom basks in sunlight, curtains draped open, languid beams entering as the world awakens. it's not often they have the opportunity to enjoy a morning in bed together. typically one, or both of them, are rushing off, leaving nothing but an indent on a pillow in their wake. though after surviving the impossible within the crumbling walls of raccoon city for a second time, they've earned a much needed morning off.
leon, a being whom doesn't have the best track record with patience, allows himself to settle while facing her, hands sliding against the curve of claire's side, fingertips ghosting warm skin. taking his time in a way he never would in any other circumstance. he can sense his wife's impatience bubbling up, though it doesn't halt the words on his tongue, nor the hand traveling up her body at a snails pace, thumb swiping against the remnants of now white, almost scar like webbings from what once pitch black OMENS OF DEATH. " kinda looks like those people who've been struck by lightening, " a simple observation. " i read somewhere that you only have a 1 in 15,300 chance of getting struck. . . wonder what the chances of surviving two near death experiences in the same city 28 years apart are- "
it's then that she cuts in, and leon is glad for the pull back. ruining the mood with talks of RACCOON CITY was not something he'd look back on proudly. " yes, ma'am. " he might as well have saluted, shifting to close the small gap they've left, and capturing her lips. this is far better than any other nonsense about odds he could've spouted.
