#priscilladawn

After every mission, as expected, Leon was seen by a doctor who performed a thorough routine physical. It was something that had to be done—Any cuts, breaks, bruises, etc were much taken care of, and even if there were no signs, it was an extra safety precaution.

The DSO couldn’t lose their best agent after something so minuscule, could they?

So, he found himself here. In the doctors office laboratory, patiently waiting for the usual older woman—Karen—to come in and draw his blood.

That wasn’t what he got today.

“Hello Mr. Kennedy! It’s so nice to see you again today! How was that mission?” Karen happily walked in, a bright smile on her face as she greeted and asked her usual question. Bright smile on her face.

“Good. I came back alive. One piece unlike last time.” He replied with a dry laugh, usual smirk on his face as Karen laughed back at his humor.

“Now, I have a student with me today!—Y/N can you come on our hun?—Her name is Y/N!”

Leon didn't listen to another word Karen said. His eyes were already locked in on you—young, shy, and slightly scared. Quietly introducing yourself with a soft wave, holding a clipboard in your hands, pink stethoscope dangling from your neck. School instituted light blue scrubs hiding the supple curves hiding beneath the fabric.

“H-Hi…I-I’m Y/N. Um, the student nurse for today!” You sweetly introduced, hugging the clipboard. Shy, witty, smile on your lips. Standing by Karin’s side like you were attached by your hip.

“Is it okay if she practices on you today Leon?”

He didn’t hear a damn thing. He was too busy gazing at you with hearts in his eyes, listening to his heart beat inside of his eardrums.

“Oh—Um, yeah, of course. We all gotta learn somehow.”

Karen clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Y/N, you can draw the blood. I’ll supervise.”

You nodded quickly, stepping closer to him. Up close, Leon suddenly seemed…larger. Broader. Warmer. The faint scent of aftershave and clean soap lingered in the air.

“O-Okay, Mr. Kennedy,” you murmured, setting the clipboard down, grabbing a pair of gloves. “Can you, um…roll up your sleeve for me please?”

He did without hesitation, pushing the black fabric of his compression shirt up his arm.

And that’s when you saw them.

The veins along his forearm were prominent, running in defined lines beneath his skin littered with scars—evidence of years of training, discipline, and hard-earned strength. Your eyes lingered a second too long.

Leon noticed.

“You good?” he asked, one brow lifting slightly, though his voice had softened.

Your cheeks turned pink almost instantly. “Y-Yeah! I just—um…” You swallowed before excitedly breathing out. “You have really nice veins..!”

The room went quiet.

Leon blinked. “I—what?”

“I mean!” you rushed out, flustered beyond belief. “F-For blood draws! They’re very visible and healthy and that makes it easier and safer and—” You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second. “—they’re very nice.”

There it was again.

Nice.

Leon S. Kennedy—government agent, hardened survivor, man who had faced bioterror threats without flinching, felt heat creep up the back of his neck.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the opposite wall. “Thanks. I… hydrate.”

You gently took his arm in your hands to tie the tourniquet, your fingers brushing against his skin. He stiffened—not from pain, but from the way your touch was careful. Gentle. Almost reverent.

“Try not to move,” you whispered, concentrating.

“I’m not,” he replied quickly, voice just a little too tight.

You swabbed his arm with alcohol, then glanced up at him through your lashes. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”

“Occupational hazard,” he said, attempting his usual smirk—but it faltered when you smiled at him like that.

“D-Do you want me to give you a warning?”

“I don’t need one.”

The needle slid in smoothly, blood immediately rushing into the tubing and waiting for an exit out.

“See?” you beamed, eyes bright, relief washing over you. “Perfect veins.”

Leon huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Never thought I’d get complimented on that.”

“Well,” you said softly, focused on the filling blood connection tube, “you should be. They’re… impressive.”

He was officially flustered now.

A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he avoided Karen’s knowing look.

“You say that to all your patients?”

“N-No…” you admitted honestly.

That made him glance back at you.There was no teasing in your expression. Just sincerity.

The vial filled. One after another. You removed the needle carefully, pressing gauze to his skin. “All done. You did great!"

“I didn’t do anything,” he muttered.

“You stayed still,” you countered gently. “That counts.”

Karen stepped forward, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Excellent work, Y/N.”

You gently wrapped over the gauze with bandage wrap, smoothing it down with your thumb. Your touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away. Removing your gloves and washing your hands, following the expectations just like the lab simulation.

“Um…T-Thank you for letting me practice!” You said shyly, clutching your clipboard again.

Leon flexed his arm absentmindedly, then looked at you with that softer version of his usual expression—the one very few people saw.

“Anytime,” he replied. “Guess I’ll have to come back more often.”

Karen raised a brow. “Oh? Planning another mission already?”

Leon’s eyes stayed on you.

“Maybe,” he said lightly. “For medical reasons.”

Something silly for you all to read!! I tried my best to not put too much nursing lingo into this...Although it was difficult. I wanted all for you to understand! Love you all!! I hope you enjoy! - Priscilla 💝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬

The spring sun was warmer than yesterday, hinting to the fact that summer was near. Floral dresses and wind chimes blew through the soft winds, a soft yelp of glee breaking from your throat as you grabbed onto the straw hat atop of your head, white bow wrapped around the base of it. Leon promised he would come today, tools and all to help you set up your garden in your own backyard! No more tiny little pots littering your old apartment balcony, finally a chance to show off your green thumb.

Four large rectangular boxes laid on the grass, placed in the specific spot you wanted them to be at. Time ticked down on your vintage gold watch, counting down the seconds when Leon would arrive. He said he’d be here today, the same time you came over yesterday. A fresh pitcher of strawberry lemonade made and ready to drink waiting on the counter.

You laid on the grass quietly, letting the wind rustle through the leaves of all the lemon tree in the corner of your backyard, legs tucked underneath your bottom, fingers fiddling in your lap. Anxiously waiting to see that familiar figure. Honey blonde hair, ocean irises, cheesy breaking the ice jokes that were just so stupid it was a given to laugh.

Pushing yourself up, your heels dug into the damp soil, making a way for the three steps that reached your back porch. The back door closing with the jingle of a bell and the creaking of wood. Click, clack, click, clack the floor echoed back to you. It’s almost as if the universe knew it was the perfect time for you to stand up, proven by the knock on your door, and a head moving to the side in order to take a peek inside through the sidelight.

Scurrying over to the door, you couldn’t help but stop to take one final look at yourself in the small entryway mirror. Adjusting the skirt that ended an inch or two from the bottom of your knee, baby pink colored fabric hidden underneath a sheer layer of white lace, accompanied by a bow tied around your waist.

“Leon! H-Hi! Oh my goodness, thank you so much for coming over to help!” Your voice bellowed out as soon as you opened the door, witty smile plastered across your face, cheeks cascaded over with a pink blush.

Blue jeans, white shirt, toolbox in hand. The veins on his hand prominent with his grasp on the handle. A subtle smirk grew on his lips, accompanied by a semi awkward and lame wave from his free hand, quickly falling back to his side. You probably should have mentally prepared yourself more for this, especially the way that his shirt was clinging onto his biceps, your heart was already beating out of your chest!

“Hey. Yeah, no worries at all. Just stepping in because someone’s too scared to break a nail.” He joked with a chuckle, taking a step inside as you opened the door wider for his entrance. Leon took a second to look around your home, quickly skimming past the entryway and back onto you.

“Did you bake something, or does it always smell like that?” His brows furrowed, relaxing as he looked back down to you.

“O-Oh! No, surprisingly. It just always smells like that.” You brushed off with a chuckle, shoulders falling down as you breathed out a laugh. “Come! Just follow me, I-I already have the boxes waiting outside, I was just waiting for you to show up.”

“Well that sure makes things go along a lot smoother.” He added on, not being able to resist the curiosity of taking small glimpses of every part of your home. The kitchen, dining room, and crisp off white walls that outshined his place in every which way. You were si much cleaner, sweeter, organized. The parallels between the two of you already showed the inevitable end.

Walking through the kitchen to get into the backyard, the back door creaked once more as you pushed it open, with Leon following closely behind you, his toolbox clinking at his side. The late spring air brushed against your cheeks, feeling warmer now that the sun had reached its zenith, and the subtle citrus aroma from the lemon tree wafted between you both.

"There," you indicated towards the four large boxes already laying where you wanted them placed, your hands clasped behind your back as if showcasing your finest accomplishment. "I thought you’d know where to start! And I-I didn’t want to risk messing anything up.”

Leon let out a low whistle, placing the toolbox down with a solid thud on the porch step. "You weren’t joking. This is quite the project," he remarked, rolling his shoulders as if gearing up for the task. "Looks like I’m really putting in my free labor today."

You chuckled softly, giggling like a child as he scurried down the steps, kneeling by the first box and waiting for Leon to follow. "Think of it as creating memories! Plus, you’ll be rewarded with strawberry lemonade! Unlimited refills of course!” You yelled out from your spot on the grass, cheeks full from your grin.

His gaze shifted to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm. Tempting offer. I’ll accept it." He crouched down next to you, the proximity of his frame making your heart race. His arm brushed against yours as he reached to examine the box, his hand broad and confident, veins visible beneath his skin.

Together, you started unloading supplies—you held the box down as he slipped different pieces of wood and screws out from the box. Laughing as he immediately tossed the instruction pamphlet to the side.

“A-Are you sure you don’t need instructions?” You asked with a laugh, eyebrows lifting up in surprise at the almost natural manly instinct to not even take a glimpse at the instructions.

Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head.

Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head. “Sweetheart, instructions are for people who don’t know what they’re doing.” His calloused fingers brushed against yours again as he slid a plank into place, the warmth of his skin lingering far longer than it should have. He glanced up at you then, catching the way your lips parted as if to argue, though nothing came out.

“W-What if it breaks?” you finally stammered, cheeks warming under his steady gaze.

“Then I’ll build it again. Or buy you new ones, whatever you want,” He replied easily, voice low and steady, as if the idea of failing didn’t even exist in his world. He gave the frame a sharp tug, the wood creaking into place beneath his hands, and the sheer strength in the casual movement left you speechless. With a satisfied grunt, Leon dusted off his palms, the faint trace of sawdust sticking to his skin. “See? Solid. Just trust me, doll. Just put the wood panels into place and put a few screws around the thing.”

You let out a small laugh, nervous but genuine, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The garden, the sun, the faint citrus in the air. It all blurred around you, leaving only him and that unshakable confidence as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“I’d say you could even do it yourself sweetheart…You just wanted an excuse to see me again.” Leon added with a teasing smirk, tipping his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. Putting his arms up in protest before they fell followed by a husky laugh. You froze. Shoulders tense, face pale as your mind tried steering some sort of mumbo-jumbo type of sentence that defended his argument.

“W-What? N-No! Not at all! I-I really needed help I-I dont know—!”

Leon’s laugh deepened, rich and warm, his shoulders shaking as he watched you stumble over your words, his hands opening the toolbox laying beside him on the ground. “Relax, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice dropping lower, his blue irises never leaving your flustered expression. “I’m only teasing you. No need to panic like I caught you red-handed.”

You huffed softly, puffing your cheeks in embarrassment before looking back down at the half-finished garden bed, desperately focusing on the planks of wood rather than the heat radiating off his body so close to yours. “Y-You just wanna make fun of me…” you muttered, your tone caught somewhere between annoyance and laughter.

“Mm, I guess so.” Leon replied easily, reaching for a screw and pressing it into place with those strong, steady hands. His forearm brushed against yours again, deliberate or not, and you felt your stomach flip. “But you didn’t deny it either. Maybe you did want me here.”

Your lips parted, ready to protest again, but his smirk softened into something less playful and more… sincere. He met your eyes, holding them steady with a glimmer of quiet honesty that almost knocked the air out of your lungs. “Not that I mind. Truth is, I don’t get invited over much these days.” The admission lingered in the air, heavier than his earlier teasing. The hum of bees near the lemon tree, the warmth of the sun—it all seemed to fade until there was just him, kneeling in the dirt beside you, offering a piece of himself without saying too much. You didnt wanna pry, so you let the confession linger in the air for a few seconds.

“I-I’ll go get you something to drink…Because im nice, and I dont make fun of people who need help.” Standing up from the grass, you brushed your skirt off of any dirt and grass, teasingly mentioning to him that he was the big mean bully in…Whatever this was. This neighborly relationship. Cheeky smile on your lips, watching as he just shook his head and opened the tiny packet of the screws and whatnot.

You slipped back into the house, the cool air of the kitchen brushing your skin as you grabbed the pitcher of strawberry lemonade you had prepared earlier that morning. Condensation beaded down the glass, the pale pink liquid catching the sunlight as you set it onto a tray, along with two tall glasses filled to the brim with ice. A thin lemon wedge and strawberry on the rim. For some reason, your hands trembled slightly as you arranged everything neatly, as if this simple act suddenly carried more weight than it should have.

When you returned, Leon was still crouched in the grass, focused on fitting one of the panels into place, but his head turned as soon as he heard the screen door creak open again. His gaze lingered on you. Not the tray, not the lemonade. But you, the sunlight spilling across your dress, the small effort you’d gone through to serve him something refreshing.

“Well, would you look at that,” he said with a quiet grin, setting his screwdriver aside as you placed the tray down on the porch step between you both. “A man could get used to this kind of treatment.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart raced when he reached for a glass. His fingers brushed the back of yours as he took it, deliberate and unhurried, and when he finally leaned back to sip, the soft sound he made afterward sent warmth crawling up your neck.

“Damn. That’s good,” Leon said, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward you. “Homemade?”

“Mhm,” you answered quickly, tucking hair behind your ear again, trying not to melt under his gaze. “Secret recipe. Unlimited refills, remember?”

“Dangerous offer, sweetheart.” His smirk widened, but his voice held a note of something gentler as he tilted the glass toward you in a silent toast.

You mirrored him, clinking the rim of your glass against his before taking a sip of your own. For a moment, the quiet between you wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable, almost intimate, the kind of silence that made your chest feel warm in a way you hadn’t expected.

Setting your glass down, you found yourself blurting out before you could stop yourself. “Leon? Would you… maybe like to stay for lunch?”

The words hung between you, fragile and daring, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Wind skimming through your hair, the bow on your hat following suit in the winds direction. His smirk faltered into something slower, deeper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the question for more than what it was. He set his glass down carefully, his hand flexing once against his thigh before he answered.

“Lunch, huh?” he drawled, leaning just a little closer, his voice low enough to stir the fine hairs at your nape. “Careful, doll. Keep this up and I’ll start thinking you actually like having me around.”

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhh chapter two is out! Guys the tension is rising oh em gee!!! Anyways! As always, if there is anything wrong, misspelled, or anything that needs improvement please let me know!!! Thank you all so much, and I apologize that it took so long to release chapter two…Chapters will now be coming out every Wednesday!! (Yes, I know so amazing!) I may be alternating between this andddddd businessman Leon :) Just depends how im feeling. Okay I love you all goodbye now! Have a great day loves, take care of yourselves!!! - Priscilla 💝 (P.S, I was so excited that I couldn’t wait until 5 pm…)