#older!leon

you barely get the door closed before leon has you pinned against it.

his lips crash into yours at a speed reminiscent of a car going sixty miles per hour in a school zone: hungry, claiming, no time for sweet nothings. his muscular thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart, his hands already finding the hem of your house dress, yanking it up with a low growl.

“long time, no see, huh baby?” leon mutters against your neck, biting just hard enough to make your breath hitch as the pinch of pain blurred with pleasure. “been thinkin’ about you all damn day.”

you whimper, nodding but you aren’t at all sure what you are even rapidly saying ‘yes’ to, nonetheless, it’s obvious your body has subconsciously already made the necessary choices for you, as you’re already soaked through your panties. you have the worst kept secret burrowed between your thighs, considering your husband feels it immediately when he cups you, his oh-so thick middle and index fingers pressing right over your wet spot.

“fuck,” leon breathes, smirking against your ear as he pokes and prods at your clothed pussy. “she’s dripping… if i were to make an educated guess, i’d say you been thinkin’ about me too.”

just like his missions, leon can’t afford to waste time.

he pushes your panties to the side and sinks two fingers into you in one slow, delicious stroke. your mouth drops open, a breathy cry escaping before you can stop it, and leon loves the clinical satisfaction he gets from the soft, weak sounds that leave those saliva lined, plump lips. and so he presses deeper, curling his fingers just right.

“you’re gonna cum so fast,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, watching every twitch and tremble. “just look at you—fuck—clenchin’ already.”

leon pumps faster, his calloused palm rubbing against your clit every time he powers in and out of you like engineered machinery. you arch against the four-panel door, fisting his dirty blonde tresses, the other clawing at his bulky shoulder that caged you, legs already shaking.

“y’know i’m an agent, not a psychic. gotta use your words, baby,” he encourages, voice velvet yet steel. “tell me what you need.”

“you,” you gasp. “faster—please, leon—i need—”

leon is never one to leave his wife waiting, and so his fingers slam into you with purpose, precise and filthy. the wet sounds echoing off the walls as you become a mess, thighs trembling, moaning so loud it’s obscene.

“cum for me,” leon growls, breath hot on your neck. “cum all over my fuckin’ fingers.”

enervated, you do. hard. as if leon were a drill sergeant, your body listens unquestioningly to his command. those legs of yours jerk, fleshy walls pulsing around leon, soaking his hand as you cry out your husband's name like a prayer. with no reprieve, his fingers did not seize their attack on your nerves until you were left twitching and boneless, barely able to stand.

he pulls his fingers out, unhurried, before bringing them to his mouth, tongue out patiently awaiting for your flavor to kiss his tastebuds.

“mhmm… perfect baby,” sucking his middle finger clean with a hum of satisfaction. “nothing tastes better than a delicious, warm, home-cooked meal after a long day at the office.”

you would have rolled your eyes and sneered at his intolerable dad jokes, but you had already rolled your eyes with such frequency that they felt strained, together with the realization that your voice was simply too hoarse to respond with a snappy retort.

with his index finger still coated in you, he tilted his hand forward, eyebrows raised and a grin of pride on his face, beckoning you to indulge as he had, almost as if this were a wine tasting. as far as leon knew, it practically was. you opened your mouth to welcome him, and soon the empty space was furnished with leon's index finger, sucking and slurping up your own sweetness.

“taste that?” leon purrs. “that’s mine.”

But he notices the way your shoulders stay a little too tight, even when you think you’re relaxed. The way your eyes keep drifting toward the kitchen, then away again like you’re arguing with yourself. The way you keep shuffling from your work, halfway to the kitchen, then back.

He exhales through his nose and doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

“You ate today?” he asks, like it’s casual. Like it doesn’t matter.

You hesitate just long enough and that answers it.

Leon clicks his tongue softly, already turning toward the kitchen. “Yeah. That’s what I figured.”

You finally put your work down and trail after him anyway, quiet on your feet like you’re trying not to be a problem. He doesn’t like that. Not even a little.

He opens the fridge, scans it once, then starts pulling things out like he’s done this a hundred times without thinking.

Because he has.

“Sit,” he says over his shoulder.

When you don’t move fast enough, he glances back at you, one brow lifting slightly.

“Sweetheart.”

That does it. You sit.

Dating was not something he was good at. 

It wasn’t entirely his fault. 

No, it wasn’t his fault that every time he went on a date with a pretty woman, something went wrong. “Something” usually being a call from the DSO telling him OH GOD LEON ANOTHER INCIDENT HAPPENED AND YOU NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW NOW NOW NOW or LEON SOMEONE ELSE WAS KIDNAPPED ONCE AGAIN AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN RETRIEVE THEM GO LEON GO!

He lived a stressful life. 

Leon Kennedy was a good-looking guy, plenty of people have told him that. He knew he was handsome and could easily pull chicks, and he does, but keeping them? That was a whole other story. 

It wasn’t his fault he was such a busy man. 

He was ranting to Chris about it once. He pretended to be a really dark and mysterious guy, but even a bad bitch like himself craved love. And he told Chris that. All about how he wanted that special girl in his life. 

And then a few days later, Chris called him. 

“I have this friend, right,” he had begun, “Rick. Nice guy. That’s besides the point. Anyway, he works at this office and there’s this girl there. Single. Very pretty. Lot of cute posts on her social media. He said she’s looking to date, and he’d set you two up if you wanted.”

“Wait, really?” Leon paused, thinking over his friend’s words. Another lousy date that is going to end in a few minutes because he was going to have to run out. Or they’ll finish the date, and never speak to each other again. “That would be nice,” he decided to say. What the hell? It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? He’s been out of the game for a few months anyway, he was feeling quite lonely.

And that’s how he found himself at a diner with pretty Y/N. She was much younger than him, which made him think she was going to excuse herself to the bathroom and never come back upon seeing him. 

But she stayed, giggling at his terrible jokes and telling him about her friends and interests and her favorite things. She was adorable, with the prettiest smile he ever saw. She just radiated… happiness? Joy? Things he barely ever got to experience. 

“Does my age bother you?” he asked after a long while. Their food was already finished, waiting for the waiter to come with the bill. 

She took a sip of her drink, a Coke, before replying, “Nope. It doesn’t bother me. Not at all!”

He gave her a nervous, tight-lipped smile, nodding, “Perfect. I’m glad.”

“I think you’re really sweet, Leon,” she said with that bright, bubbly smile that was driving him crazy, “And you make me laugh. How’re you not married yet?”

That made him bark out a laugh, a little too aggressive, he realized, because he awkwardly cleared his throat after, “Work. It’s always work. I work a lot, sweetheart, so be warned,”

“That’s okay, so do I,”

“And spontaneously,” 

“That’s okay,” 

He wondered how long she would keep that opinion. “If you say so,”

The waiter finally returned, plastering his customer service smile before speaking, “How would we like to get the check? One or would you like to split it?” Those words made Leon roll his eyes. Since when did people split checks on dates?

“One, of course,” Leon said like it was obvious, right as Y/N said, “Split it,” His eyes snapped from the waiter to her, brow raised impressively high. “One check,” he repeated, eyes never leaving her as the waiter scurried off to get the paper. 

“Oh, you really didn’t have to do that-”

“Why the hell would you pay for your food?” Leon interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’re on a date,”

“Well, yeah, we’re on a date. But it’s unfair of me to let you pay for the both of us!” 

He stared at her.

“What?” she giggled, playing with the straw of her drink as she looked down. Why was he looking at her like she had three heads? 

“How is that unfair?” He began, leaning forward and everything. He meant business now. 

“Well, because why should you pay for me?”

“Because I’m the man? And the man should always pay for his woman? What a silly question!” 

“But I’m not your woman,” 

“But you will be, of course,” 

Now she was getting shy, hiding her face in her hands, “Leon…” 

“If you paid for your food, then this wouldn’t be a date,” he continued, taking the bill as the waiter returned with it, “This would just be two friends having dinner.” Placing his card in the little leather folder, he looked back up at her, “Do men your age really expect you to pay for your own food?”

“Well, not all of them, but a lot of them do, yeah,”

“Ridiculous,” Leon chuckled with a smirk, shaking his head. He reached out, taking her hand from her face and intertwining their fingers, “No wonder you jumped on the opportunity of a date with one older,”

Her jaw dropped at his words, “I did not jump on the opportunity.” 

Your gaze flicked over to the front door where your 5 locks remained firmly in place before looking to the sawed off shotgun that was the only physical evidence of what happened to you. Three deep scratches on the remaining barrel, the deep red stain on its butt, and the fingerprint on the muzzle that had been burned onto it. 

Another flash of lightning pulled your eyes to the boarded up windows. Blue light bled through the cracks and you sighed with relief that no shadow followed. You forced yourself up from the corner, groaning as your joints crackled. The aged wood floor was cold against your bare feet, reminding you once again that you needed to attend to the slow rot working its way through everything. You stepped over the ever-growing split in the wood just in front of the fireplace as you meandered to the kitchen.

Thunder rumbled through the trees outside. It sounded more like the chuffing of the tiger you saw at the zoo when you were little than anything dangerous. It was soft enough to ease your clenched jaw and let you hear the indignant grumble of your stomach. The pantry was running low but you didn’t mind, the high schooler from the grocery store would soon make his trek up the mountain with a month’s worth of supplies for you in that shitty van that always backfired when it turned onto your drive. You ran your fingertips over the dusty jars of preserves before grabbing the last box of mac and cheese you had hidden from yourself.

The gas stove clicked on, obscuring the gentle purr of an engine at the opposite end of your yard. Your faucet spluttered, the ancient pipes groaning as the water shifted from the tank beneath your home. The crunch of gravel was a whisper behind the buzz of your hunger and fading panic. By the time your pot was full and the fire warm, knuckles hovered over the wood of your front door, hesitating.

Metal scraped against metal before your locks opened, one by one. The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight as a chill curled around the base of your spine. Your breath caught, the door latch clicked. You could see the knife block out of the corner of your eye, if you were lucky, if it was a slow one, you could reach it in two steps. The loose board behind the couch creaked, your hips turned towards the counter. 

You could do this, just like he taught you all those years ago. Don’t hesitate. Go for the brain or the knees. Never let it get close enough for it to strike. 

You shifted your weight onto your back foot but before you could even blink, there was a hand on the block and the solid mass of a man blocking your escape route, shadows dancing across his face.

“Probably should’ve kept a gun in the kitchen too huh sweetheart.” The deep timber of his voice pushed back against your mind and rooted you to the spot. Your eyes must’ve been the size of dinner plates with how he laughed before stepping closer, into the light. 

“It’s you.” Leon Kennedy. Older no doubt, but those eyes, you could never forget those blues for as long as you lived.

“It’s me.” A drop of water rolled off his coat and onto your bare foot, suddenly breaking you from your trance.

“Nope. There’s no goddamn way.” Just as quickly as the storm had appeared earlier, your anger flared. “There’s no way that you just broke into my house after all this time! Do you even get it Leon?” 

He smirked. There was no shame in the way his gaze travelled down the length of your body, far bolder than the rookie cop who’d saved you. You scoffed and took a step back. But he quickly followed.

Leon filled the small nook of your kitchen like he personally built it. His hand moved from the scant collection of knives to the boxed pasta still sitting on the counter. He raised an eyebrow at it to which you huffed. He reached around you and shut off the stove. 

“They called me crazy! Tried to lock me up for talking about people coming back from the dead! And where were you? Got off scott-free with Claire! I’ve spent years terrified of my own goddamn shadow! Of the rain! And you just waltz back in here with your stupid hair and your surprisingly thick thighs! It’s not fair!” Your ass met the hard corner of the kitchen counter as Leon turned fully to you. 

He stepped between your legs, spreading them wider in order to accommodate his bulk. His boots knocked against your feet, rough jeans scratched against your pyjama pants. 

“What’re you doing here?” You tried to stay firm but the bite was gone from your tone as his palms splayed across your plump hips.

He hummed under his breath and squeezed your soft flesh. “I made a promise to you. I intend to keep it.” Your confusion made his grin widen. “You really don’t remember, do you, sweetheart?”

“I remember a lot from that night.” You dismissed. You turned your head away from him, almost desperate for this to be an anxiety-induced hallucination. Leon was your hero, the man who’d saved you from certain death (and subsequent un-death) when your coworker in the filing room of the RCPD had suddenly decided your flesh would make the perfect meal. He was so much younger then; a baby-faced rookie with a handgun and a determination to do the right thing. Not only did he keep you safe but he’d kept your spirits up as that nightmare descended upon you. It was pathetic, you knew, but by the end of the night, when you were safely bundled on that train with Sherry and Claire, you realised that you’d fallen for him.

And then he’d left you to deal with the real world, where monsters didn’t exist and super-villanous organisations like Umbrella were just science fiction. He’d made no promises to you, never vowed to stick around, and you’d learned to live with the heartbreak of that night.

Leon cupped your jaw, guiding your eyes back to his with a gentle hand. His expression softened for just a moment, then something dark settled on his brow. Your only warning was his hands returning to your hips before you were suddenly plopped onto the counter without so much as a grunt of exertion from the man. You yelped in surprise but he evidently didn’t care by the way he pulled you closer, your ass now on the edge of the table.

“You don’t know everything that happened that night.”

“I know enough to know that you have no right to be here.” Your thighs closed around his hips as you tried to push him away but Leon stood firm and something deep within you sparked to life.

“I stayed away to keep you safe. Claire and Sherry had been tangled in that shit before the outbreak even started, but you were innocent in it all. I told you I would come back when everything was fixed and I would take you out on a real date. I just needed to know that you were safe.” His touch moved downwards, brushing along the sides of your plush thighs as warmth flowed through you.

“That was just talk.” 

He pressed against you and you lost focus. Something hard was now nestled at the apex of your thighs and somehow you doubted it was a belt buckle. 

“Does that feel like ‘just talk’ sweetheart? If it was all ‘just talk’ then why did I come back?” Fingers dug into your generous backside as Leon leaned forward, his lips now pressed to your ear. “And why are you letting me touch you if you really believed that?”

You opened your mouth to reply but all of your doubts and anxieties were swallowed up by the way his lips finally, blissfully, pressed to yours. The part of you that bought this cabin to get away from everything and kept yourself isolated begged you to push him away, to remind the both of you that one measly, albeit wonderful kiss, would not solve years of repressed trauma and abandonment issues. But you melted into him, needing this more than any revenge or closure.

“You’re a bastard.” You moaned against his mouth as your hands wandered across the muscular expanse of his chest and to his shoulders, pushing his thick coat off them. 

“And yet you’re letting me have you.” The coat slid from his arms smoothly, landing on the kitchen tile with a rustle of fabric. Your shirt soon joined it, along with Leon’s. 

You bit down on his lip as you pulled back for air. “I’m not letting you do shit, this is your chance to make everything up to me.” You snarled even as you shuffled out of your pants and underwear, the cold material of the counter only briefly making you shiver before the heat of Leon’s bulge warmed you right back up.

“Of course baby. Whatever you want.” He muttered into your neck. He placed a singular gentle kiss to where your pulse beat the loudest before he dropped the act and sunk his teeth into your shoulder. You moaned into the silvery blond strands of his hair, your hips canting forward to bump against his pelvis.

“Leon!” You felt his jeans slide down his legs just enough to free himself from its confines. 

“Just let me have you. I’ve waited too long for this.” His cock throbbed against your pussy.

“And who’s fault is that?” You panted as you reached in between you and took him into your hand. His thick head notched at your entrance but you held him there. Leon lifted his head back up to you, his pupils were blown out with lust and something darker that had your heart racing.

He was no longer the man you thought you knew, and you were no longer the same woman he had saved. Life had taken its toll on the both of you. It wore you down until you were left with fragments of who you had hoped to be. And now, you were here.

“Promise me you’ll tell me everything.” 

He hesitated, probably for the first time in years. “I came back, isn’t that enough?”

“You know it isn’t.” Your grip loosened but he didn’t surge forward like you expected him to. 

“It’s the only way to keep you safe.” You huffed and laid an open palm over his heart.

“Look around, I don’t have much of a life to protect. Tell me. So when you leave, I’ll at least know why.” Your hand slid over the base of his cock to his v-line, tracing the warm skin with your thumb before grabbing his wait and pulling him into you.

His groan ricocheted off the kitchen cabinets and settled deep inside you. “I’m not leaving.” He growled. “Never again.”

“Then tell me.” You panted into his ear.

“Let me have this- you. Then I’ll tell you. Even show you fucking photos if you need. Just give this to me, please.” He trembled with the effort to hold back. You could feel his muscles contracting with his desperation. You wondered vaguely what had made him this eager for you when he could, and probably has, have anyone he wants. “Please.” 

Your legs wrapped around his hips, ankles locking on the small of his back. “I need you too Leon.”

Relief washed over both of you with the first roll of his hips. It was gentle and loving, exactly what you fantasised it would be in your early twenties but then something snapped inside you both. Leon yanked you almost entirely off the counter and began a brutal pace, his thighs slapping against your backside with each thrust.

You keened and threw your head back as you met each one, forcing him all the way inside you like neither of you could bear the empty spaces between you. The counter dug into your spine but the pain bloomed into a vicious pleasure that wound tight across your stomach. 

“Fuck!” He practically howled as your cunt rippled around him. “Baby you feel so good.” His head ducked forward and he sucked your nipple into his mouth. 

You chanted his name over the returning storm, your nails digging into his shoulders deep enough to leave marks. “It’s so much!”

“You can take it.” His teeth scraped the sensitive skin of your breast, fuelling the fire that was blazing more and more out of control within you. Your head thrashed as you struggled to regain some semblance of control.

“Take it baby.” Your back arched from the table, your thighs shaking with your impending end. “Take it and I’ll give you everything you want, you need. Just take it.” His thumb pressed firmly onto your throbbing clit but it wasn’t enough, not yet.

Your hands flew to his hair. You were so close that you could cry. Every nerve in your body was alight with the feeling of him, of his breath on your skin, with the sound of his groans, with the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. You wanted to be consumed by him and by the way his cock throbbed against your cervix, he wanted the same thing.

Leon nosed along your sternum, up to your collarbones before brushing your cheek so he could look you in the eyes. There was a beat as he seated himself to the hilt where everything went still and you were laid bare to each other. You could see his fears, his failures, his successes and no doubt that he could see yours as well. You had always been bound to each other like thunder with lightning, incomplete without the other.

His breath caught. And then he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” And you shattered.

Pleasure unlike any you’d ever imagined exploded through you, careening you off the edge of consciousness and into the comforting warmth of ecstasy as Leon followed, spilling deep into you. You went limp in his arms, finally letting go.

Leon grunted as his cock slipped from your walls and he bundled you against his chest. “That’s it baby. Let me take care of it.”

You were still out cold as he laid you onto the couch before quickly redressing and slipping your pyjamas back onto your plush frame. It was easy to find the abandoned duffle bag in your closet and fill it with the essentials you would need for the journey. 

You groaned softly, just beginning to wake as he tucked you into the passenger seat of his car.

“Leon?”

Lightning flashed silently across the sky, the engine kicking to life with a gentle growl. “Get some sleep sweetheart, I’ll show you what you want soon.”

Thunder shook the trees as he drove into the night, he wouldn’t be making the same mistake twice.

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Sometimes she felt as if Leon treated her as if she was dumb, she knew this wasn't what he really thought of her, but when he was drunk he would treat her as if she was an idiot and it was getting on her last nerve, there is only so much a person can take before they snap, as Leon passed out on the living room couch Y/n had thrown a blanket over him and left a bottle of water and Advil on the coffee table before going upstairs to what used to be their shared bedroom.

Leon mostly slept in the spare bedroom when he was home, it was strange feeling to feel alone in her own house even with Leon home. Shaking her head Y/n closed the door and started to get ready for bed, such as doing her nightly routine of showering, changing into comfortable pajamas, drying her hair and doing nightly skincare and brushing her teeth and taking the last of her medication for the day.

When she got into bed, she couldn't help but wonder how did her and Leon's relationship end up like this, she knew Leon had alot of trauma before they had met, he had warned her that he wasn't the most easiest person to get along with but that didn't stop Y/n, she didn't see Leon as the government agent or the weapon that most people seemed too, but just a man that had the worse timing most of the time but once he started to open up he was a complete sweetheart.

When they had gotten married Y/n and Leon had gotten married in 2006 she thought everything would be perfect, they would have a house maybe out of town, maybe a fixer upper they could do together as a couple project, like an old historical cottage that has a nice front yard where she could plant flowers, maybe have a dog or a cat.

Leon would have left the government and got a less dangerous job after he found out she was pregnant, everything was meant to fall into place, but sometimes promises are broken even by the people we love the most, this had lead Y/n to start wondering was Leon still the man she had fallen in love with and married all those years ago, or was that man gone and replaced with an drunk, anger hollow shell of his former self.

Shaking her head Y/n turned off her bedside table lamp and layed back in bed, all this thinking was hurting her brain so she decided to try and get some sleep, even if she had to force herself too.

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Later on in the night the small city apartment was quiet, the only sound was a ticking clock and the soft hum of the fridge, but upstairs their was a soft buzzing sound and muffled soft mews filtering from under the door. Y/n had her eyes closed as she worked the toy on it's medium setting, after forcing herself to sleep only to end up tossing and turning, she knew the perfect thing to put her to sleep.

It was the ultimate relaxer or so she thought, her bottom lip was between her teeth as her middle finger and ring finger where working her clit, her other hand was working the toy inside her quivering walls. She couldn't remember the last time she had to use her toy to get off, usually her fingers would work just fine but she knew her body was craving something or somebody else.

In her mind was replying the last time Leon had touched her, when her hands where gripping his pillow as her hand was buried in it, his hand was in her hair, tugging firmly but not to roughly as he thrusted into her from behind, he had come home from a stressful work day and needed to let off some steam and who was she to say no to her husband, with Leon's stamina they would at least go for 2 maybe 3 rounds.

But she was soon pulled out of her fantasy when she heard footsteps, she slowly turned off the toy before hearing a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Y/n spoke softly soon the door opened and Leon sheepishly walked in only wearing his briefs and no short, he looked more sober but their was still bags under his eyes. "Did I wake you?" Y/n asked causing Leon to shake his head as he closed the door behind himself.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." Leon spoke as he started walking towards their old shared bed, Y/ was at a lost for words this was the first time he apologized for anything in the past few weeks, so she was a little surprised but before she could get any words out, Leon slowly lowered himself to his kneeled in front of her, his head down as if he couldn't make eye contact with her.

"I'm so sorry for being a shitty husband, I know I should have come to you, I just didn't want to burden you with my problems, I wanted to protect you from them, but instead I did the exact opposite." Leon says before he shakes his head before finally he looks up at her. "I know I don't deserve you Y/n or your forgiveness, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." Leon says causing her heart to skip a beat.

"You really hurt me." Y/n started and Leon put his head down like a puppy that was in trouble, "I know princess." Leon says shamefully. "But I am willing to forgive you if you promise this behavior stops now okay, I want you to go to counseling and get help." Y/n says and Leon listens and nods his head. "I'll start looking in the morning." Leon says causing Y/n to smile ever so slightly and nod her head, maybe this wasn't the end of their marriage.

"Good." Y/n said and just as she was about to move over in the bed, Leon reached out to grab her wrist to stop her, but as he did she knew he felt her hand was wet, she saw his eyes widen slightly before he started to bring her hand to his lips. "Leo-." she tried to protest but soon his lips where around her fingers.

the warm and soft feeling of Leon's mouth on her fingers caused her to gasps softly, their was something so erotic about a man on his knees lapping and sucking his wife's juice's off her fingers, especially a man that hasn't tasted her in months. she watched Leon her thighs clenching together as his tongue gently gliding between her fingers.

But soon Leon let her finger's go with a soft pop, a string of his saliva was between her now drool covered fingers and his lips, he looked up at her she could see the desperation and the lust in his eyes, because her were probley mirroring the same look ad if she was honest she was too pent up to let this moment slip through her fingers.

"Can I have more." Leon asked his voice was more husky but still had a slightly desperateness to it. "Will you be a good boy?" Y/n asked with a small tease in her voice but Leon nodded his head quickly, instead of getting up onto the bed so he could be comfortable, Leon was still kneeling on the ground but moved her so she was sideways on the bed but her ass was on the edge of the bed.

Leon started peppering kisses down her ankle, to her legs and then to her thighs, her body was starting to warm up, her thighs clenching with every soft press of his lips, she was nearly about to put him in a headlock between her thighs. When he finally got the edge of her panties that she knew where soaked, she let out a little mew as she could feel his warm breath against her.

"Please can I taste you now sweetheart." Leon softly pleaded as he looked up at her, she knew he was pulling the puppy dog eyes but even with the bags under his blue eyes and the stubble on his face that she knew would be scratching against her inner thigh. Y/n nodded her head again biting her lips.

She could see a small smile come onto Leon's face, as his index finger hooked into the side of her panties, he then lent in and placed a gentle kiss on her aching clit and quivering folds causing a soft moan to leave her lips and her fingers to go into his dark hair. She heard Leon groan softly as he started to lick and suckle as if he was savoring every moment of this.

His name falling off her lips in sweet moans and mews, the sound filled the bedroom as she gently gripped his hair, this was what she had missed the most between their fighting, she missed the intimacy between them, the love, affection, desire, want and need for each other what they can only get for each other, it almost made tears spring to her eyes.

Looking down Y/n saw Leon's face was buried between her holds, his eyes closed as he feasted on her like a starved man, she knew she wasn't going to last long as she already felt the familiar knot forming in her stomach. "It's okay, darling you can come for me." Leon grunted against her flesh, his stubble starching against her inner thighs.

With Leon's permission she came on his tongue with a high pithed cry of his name, her back slightly arching off the bed as her thighs trembled around his head, Leon helped her ride out her orgasm before he pulled away after placing a gentle and loving kiss on her folds, his face was coated in her slick but their was a small blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, there was a slightly glazed over look in his eyes.

But when she looked down, saw that Leon's cock was straining through his brief's he shook his head before slowly standing up. "Tonight was about you, I'll do deal with this." Leon spoke causing her to pout slightly but she nodded his head, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before he headed to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Maybe this was the start of the new beginning, maybe their was hope for their relationship, Y/n could only hope and pray but this was a good start and it could only get better for here....

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