unidentified phenomena

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After a bad day at work, Leon was there to help you wind down for the night with some attention & comfort !

tags: pure fluff, comfort fic, established relationship.

note: this is pretty simple .. i just wanted a self indulgent comfort fic lol. fem reader, RE2R leon. enjoy! // not proof read

After a long day, you were relieved to come home to the man who loved you most. You hated being away for so long, and struggled more with such a difficult day. The thoughts of how to fix your mood ran through your mind as you fumbled with your apartment keys. As you didn’t want Leon to see you that way. He had enough on his plate; the last thing he needed was you being upset. (or, that’s what you told yourself.)

You finally got the door open and tossed the keys on the side table. You stepped further into the house, hanging up your bag and announcing you were back. As if Leon hadn’t left you a couple calls you failed to answer.

He was quick to find you, almost knocking you over in a tight hug. You relaxed in his embrace, warm as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I was worried when you didn’t pick up the phone.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“I didn’t mean to ignore it. I just ..” You sighed, arms feeling useless at your sides as he held you tighter.

“Oh,” He loosened his grip to rub your back. “Is something wrong?” It was a simple question. Something people asked when they were being polite, but you knew Leon. You knew he meant it.

“I don’t know.” You spoke meekly, blinking back tears when he pulled away enough to see your face. You saw the empathy there, the way blue eyes softened at the sight of your hurt. Especially with the fact he couldn’t fix it.

“You don’t know?” Leon repeated, voice softer. You might’ve feared he was being condescending if he didn’t look so worried. You shook your head no, feeling helpless. With him, it was easy to let your guard down. He stroked his thumb over your cheekbone, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered for a moment, as if grounding himself just as he did you.

“Tell you what.” You felt his hands on your shoulders, then skimmed down to take your hands. He intertwined your fingers and gave them a squeeze. “Let’s just get all cozy for the night.” He offered, leading you out of the entry way.

You were tired, and being taken care of did sound nice. Even if it was something simple, it was the thought and care put into it. You followed behind Leon, the sight of messy blonde hair and the pajama pants you’d got him the past Christmas was a welcoming reminder of what you had together.

Once you made it to your bedroom, he was already coaxing you to sit on the edge of the bed. You obliged, watching him sink to his knees. In the position, he looked up at you with sheer devotion.

“I love you.” Leon pressed a kiss to your knee, running his fingers down your leg to your foot—carefully taking your shoes off for you. You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to do that, but being pampered felt good.

“So much.” He added, moving closer to you. He reached out to unbutton your blouse, his brows all furrowed in concentration. You could tell it came from a place of tenderness. He hadn’t been undressing you to see you, rather to do something for you.

“I love you too.” You hummed, running your fingers through his hair. He laughed something breathy, leaning into your affection like a puppy. Even if Leon was the one taking care of you, you’d always find a way to reciprocate it. It was a needy type adoration. One that you would always give into.

You relaxed as he shuffled your top down your shoulders, and carefully slid your skirt down your hips until they fit the floor. You didn’t feel awkward in only your bra and panties—not around someone who had seen every inch of you before. He didn’t stare or ogle you any, simply getting up off his knees to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Hang tight, sweetheart. I’ll grab you something more comfortable. How about it?” It was such a sweet offer that you couldn’t turn down. You nodded, and he turned to sift through your side of the dresser. You leaned back on your elbows, admiring the very man that went through the effort of making a bad day into a good night.

When he turned back, you saw a light blush on his face, if he’d noticed your staring. Cute. Leon was easy to fluster.

You kept still as he walked back over to pull a comfy T-Shirt over your head, and tug a pair of pajama shorts up your thighs. His hands were warm and steady, fingers brushing your skin in a soft manner.

“You look so pretty tonight.” He whispered, blue eyes darting up to your face. “I-I mean, you always look pretty.” He stammered, sitting beside you on the bed.

“I know what you meant.” You giggled, scooting closer to wrap your arms around him. “You’re so sweet. Even when you’re all embarrassed.” You tease, your cheek pressed to his in a warm embrace. You heard him huff in defeat. You’d never see the day where he resisted your touch.