Summary : love shouldn't make you this pathetic or atleast that's what Leon used to think, until he found himself falling for you: and now he is not only pathetic but also miserable in love.
⢠Leon in love is completely different than what you had thought he would be like if he ever fell in love. And far from it, you never thought he would fall in love with you. But here he was, and here you were, miserable because of it.
⢠in love leon is gonna be totally fucking smitten with you: like he had give you those puppy eyes, every time you breathe near him and he is gonna adore every little thing about your existence.
⢠Once he falls in love, it becomes terrifying for him, because he's not used to give himself away but after he falls for you, he starts giving away every part of himself to you and as he does, he slowly realizes he doesn't even regret it.
⢠Leon doesn't just fall in love: he stays in it, out of love for you and completely by his choice.
⢠Leon takes a while to open up after falling in love, but once you earn his trust, he becomes vulnerable with you in ways no one else ever gets to see, and the walls he spent years building slowly and finally comes down, and suddenly you're the only person he tells about his fears, his regrets, the things that keep him awake at night: which always get your breath stuck in your lungs, because the coldness in him starts to melt slowly.
⢠Being in love is something new to Leon, he used to think, he had never experience it, hell he never even thought he was ever deserving of it, and then utmost quite suddenly you came into his life and everything he used to think about it was ruined: every misconception, whatever it was, completely changed, and only thing he knew was you were the definition of love for him.
⢠Leon in love will always make sure you don't just know that he loves you â but he will make sure you feel it too, inside your bones, and no matter what, he'll always find ways to make you feel special, loved, and chosen even in mundane moments of life.
⢠Leon in love would randomly tell you, "how much he loves you", "how much you matter to him," at totally ridiculous moments (when you are completely a mess) or feeling like a burden, and he is always gonna say it at the right time, which will ease all the tension you carry inside your chest.
⢠Leon in love would not just heal himself but heal a part of you too.
⢠In love: Leon makes sure you are being provided for, being taken care of completely.
⢠In love Leon's going to worship the ground you walk on. Leon will make sure you know your worth, not just through his mere words but through the way he treats you every single day.
⢠he'll compliment the little things about you that everyone else overlooks, notice details you don't even think are important, and constantly remind you of how important you are, and eventually you will start to love yourself that way too.
⢠when leon is in love he will find himself staring at you doing most mundane or random thing and in his eyes it will be so precious , let it be -- you reading a book, cooking food, or just existing near him, or being cuddled up to him -- those moments would be rare and everything to him, and he had beam at your presence nod his head, like a complete fool, god he would truly be a fool for you, a complete addict of your--love--of your presence, and over time he had make sure to see yourself through his eyes, to help you see your strength, your qualities and how fucking extraordinary you are.
⢠To him, your happiness is his mission: and the only thing that matters to him, a bit clichÊ isn't it? But its the only truth that your happiness matters to him more than his own.
⢠Leon in love is utterly attentive, let it be something you had said years ago, he had remember it as clear as yesterday, he had know your favourite color, your favourite song, to every trauma you have had, and he had be careful with it (not walking on eggshells around you kind of careful) but more so treating you with more care than he does, and he had find ways to make you happy to help you heal.
⢠he would always boost your confidence by complimenting every little thing of yours: you got a new hair cut? He had notice that, you applied some new sort of lipstick? He loves that--because he becomes way-too detail oriented when it comes to you, moving on--you wore make up? He would notice it right away, you did something new? He had see it and compliment you for next few months lol.
⢠in love leon becomes touchy, like he had hold your waist, caress your arms, holds your hand in public even if its something he usually dont do, but with you? he had do every little thing you like, just because you like it, and he loves to see you happy.
⢠he is way too protective in love, once you are his, you are his, and god dont you love that.
⢠When Leon is in love, he doesn't just love the big romantic gestures -- he finds peace in the small, quiet, domestic moments with you. For him, it's the little things that matter most. That doesn't mean he won't do grand gestures, but what he values above all else is your presence. Honestly, he'd be happier living in a tent with you than in a mansion without you.
⢠lord, leon rarely falls in love, but once he does he falls harder than any thunder striking the earth, and once you become his, you are the only future woven into his skin, and the only forever for him.
⢠in love leon, he finds it hard to open at first, but still; he had seek comfort in your cuddles and hugs and for him that's the only moment he could be himself again.
⢠So, that's how Leon fall in love: completely, miserably and forever.
pairing: leon kennedy x reader [no y/n used, gender netural]
summary: leon comfort
tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, choose your favorite leon
warnings: sad reader
wc: 1k
Leon hears you before you say anything. He always does, but the creaky floorboard in the threshold between your kitchen and dining room gives you away easily. He waits for you to announce yourself anyways. Ten, twenty seconds. But you don't speak. He's long past pretending to read the notes he's studying, and finally twists his head to peek at you.
There's something unusually small in your stature. A slouch, a creased brow, fingers knotted together in worry. Your eyes are rimmed red and a pit opens in his stomach. You stand there, in more of his clothes than yours; his shirt, his socks, his smell, likely. And normally this would make Leon feral; send him grabbing and nipping at you like a wolf. But the way your eyes shine in the dim light of the kitchen call for something much more docile.
"Hey, sweetheart," he starts, pushing his chair back enough to turn towards you. He rests an elbow on the back of the well-loved chair, your grandmother's handmedown. A warm walnut wood with olive green upholstery that's fraying at some seams. But you hold onto it, enjoy the character. And sometimes Leon thinks that must be your type. He, of all people, is full of fraying edges. Of character.
It's times like these that he's reminded that you're much the same. The difference is that you make it look easy. To share, to break, to ask for comfort. He can learn a thing or two from you, as always.
"Hi." Your voice is frail. Quiet. The pounding rain outside nearly drowns out your weak greeting. Leon rests his cheek on a fist and locks his gaze to yours. You can see the thousand questions in there; all the things he's neatly tucking to the side for now. You're overwhelmed enough. For now, his duty is to figure out what you need.
His first offering is a hand, his fingers loose and open as he reaches for you. It's an invitation of touch, a gentle poke to determine your boundaries.
Today, that's exactly what you want.
Your hand is warm when it folds into his. He holds it much like a knight greeting his majesty. His fingers squeeze once.
"Missed you."
"I was in the other room."
"Doesn't change it," he shrugs. You huff. It's followed by a sniffle that breaks Leon's heart just a little. He brings your knuckles to his lips for a short kiss, then presses them to his cheek. He says your name once, ever so gently. "What do you need?"
"I... don't know," your hand falls from his cheek to your side. A limp noodle of a limb. "Guess I missed you, too." After a moment, the lack of his touch tugs at your bleeding heart too much. You reach out this time. To brush his hair from his face. It's sticking up in all sorts of directions like it always does when he's bent over work. Running fingers through his hair with soft grumbles over the missions. Both to come and those that have already went.
Leon takes your touch as an opening, a want for closeness. He closes his hunk of a laptop and rises.
"Come sit with me," he guides you out on the balcony. It's covered from the now light trickle of rain. Thunder rumbles in the distance, lightning flashing through the clouds. You almost wish the storm would stay. The patter of drops against the wood is a heavenly distraction from the pounding, pacing thoughts in your head.
There's only one chair; a meager attempt at decorating it when you're hardly out there. The papasan had been an attempt to change that, but it's just sat empty and unused since then. No desire to spend time out in the sun when you could be in your bed.
It's much more inviting when Leon's settled in it.
You stand frozen as he makes a sigh of contentment once he's settled, and he practically scoffs at you. There's not a hint of malice in it; more amused disbelief that you're still an excessive three feet away from him.
"Come here, baby. It's cold out here." The excuse is laughable, really. Leon's a walking radiator. But you let it slide. He knows what you needâ knows your stiff movements crave his hands. To warm you like putty, to settle you back into your skin again.
He practically tugs you on his lap as you go to sit, settling you sideways over his thighs. His hand finds its way to your bare calves, to rub warmth over the goosebumps there. You let yourself curl into him, to exhale just a little.
"Better?"
"Yeah," you croak. Your tears have long since been spent, shed quietly in the shower while Leon worked away. You told yourself since it had all crashed onto you that you just needed a walk. A shower. A good cry. But none of it is enough, really. None of it replaces Leon's gentle hands, the low timbre of his voice, the warmth of his words in your ear. Sometimes, you just crave reassurance. Touch. Especially his. And it's long since past something you have to accept.
"This a talking kind of sad?" You don't even ask how he knows you're sad anymore. He clocks every single shift in your presence. He's trained in observation, sure, but more importantly he loves you. He knows you, he sees you.
And, in turn, he holds you.
"Not today," you bury your face in the crook of his neck. The vibrato of the hum he lets out in response soothes your shaking body still. His arm tucks itself around your waist, fingers brushing under the hem of yourâ hisâ shirt to touch your skin. It's like a salve to your burning, long-irritated soul. "Just need you here."
Leon dips his chin to look at you, your gaze far away in the distance. Tracking the streaks of rain as they fall across the city. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then another between your eyebrows. They're gentle. Warm. It squeezes the hole in your heart shut. Just for a bit.
its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"
type of pictures husband!leon s kennedy sends you while he's at the office doing paperwork (please send one back, preferably something that will make him race home)
You have to let people love you. You have to let people get to know you. You have to let people help you. Being so completely selfless that you try to erase yourself off the face of the planet and never ask for anything and reject everybody's offers of support makes you very hard to love! Unfortunately. Emptying yourself out of everything that makes you, you is not actually what your loved ones want from you, generally. They want to make you happy! They will be so so sad if you don't give them the chance. It's not all selfish. I promise.
what about a fic where rookie leon has a crush on y/n, and everyonee at the station knows but her? hed leave notes in her locker, hed stay later after hours just to walk her to her car, or wake up really early to get breakfast for her
â -  ۍ × Â I wanna kiss your neck and make you purple all over
Leon is so hopelessly in love with you, and it's so obvious to everybody but you.
â°ââ¤Â ･ content & warning(s) : no smut! Angst mixed with fluff, hopelessly in love!leon, this takes place in RE2, oblivious!reader, Leon bad with confessions, yearning!leon, no y/n, just [name].
word count: 913
summary / synopsis : You recently started working as a secretary at the Raccon police department, catching the attention of a new rookie, Leon, who fell in love with you at a single glimpse of your face and tries to find ways to earn your attention.
It was fairly obvious that Leon had an extensive crush on you. Everybody knew about it! everybody but you, unfortunately. He was your secret admirer, love at first sight, yet you simply thought he was just being a total sweetheart to you. You need help? Leon is always there to help you. You need a drink of water? Leon has an extra water bottle for you
Leon was also so horrible at talking to you, always stuttering over his words; you didn't notice how the other cops teased him relentlessly whenever Leon was an utter mess in front of you. You'd remember the times when he would stay late with you and walk you to your car.
But when you ask? He immediately gets flustered and stutters over his words, making the same excuse about how it wasn't safe for a young lady to walk in the parking lot alone, where creeps could be lurking. Yet of course, you believed his poor excuse every single time.
You would notice small notes in your locker. One time, you even saw a bouquet near your locker with a neat note on the side. The handwriting looked suspiciously similar to Leon's handwriting, but you brushed it off every time.
You wouldn't notice how he would stare at you with those wide, curious eyes of his, how he would be eager as a puppy to get you lunch or breakfast whenever you said you didn't have the time to get some. You mistook him for being kind to you, as he was to everybody else.
But Leon would always linger around you, always staring at you with loving eyes, even if his superior is scolding him. When you walk past them and offer a small smile to Leon, his heart would stop, and he would replay that moment so many times in his head.
It was like one of those corny rom-com movies, and of course, EVERYBODY noticed it. Leon would drop everything for you. One time you didn't show up to the department, he got so worried about you that he considered using his sick time to go see you.
Leon would literally go to work sick just to see your sweet face, to see you fret over him whenever he coughed or sneezed; he loved seeing you worry over him over the simplest things like a cold. Everybody called him a hopeless romantic, always rolling their eyes whenever they saw you two together.
One night, when you were finishing up at your desk, stacking some documents away as you turned off your computer, you heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat, catching your attention immediately as you looked up to see Leon standing there, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression somewhere between determined and nervous.
" Hey, uh... c-can I ask you something? " he started, stepping close to your desk where you were. His voice was quieter than usual, as if he was worried about being overheard or something. You slowly put the papers you were holding down on the wooden surface, trying to catch his lowered gaze.
" Yeah, what's up? " you mused, looking at Leon as he nervously chuckled, " I was wondering if... maybe you'd want to get dinner with me? m-maybe sometime? " He shifted on his feet, cheeks flushed as he avoided your gaze. You paused at his words as you considered them for a moment.
" Like.. work-related? " you asked, your head tilted to the side as he quickly looked up and shook his head, " n-no! no.. uh- I was thinking just us.. I know a few good spots.. just, you know, the two of us... " Leon nervously corrected. He was getting more awkward by the minute.
" Are you trying to ask me out on a date, Leon? " you gently asked, your words made him go flustered, his blue eyes uncertain yet hopeful. " I- no?- well.. ye-yeah.. I was wondering if you would.. like to go on a date with me.. I- I get it if you're too busy!.. but I thought I'd ask.. " Leon nervously ranted, letting out a sigh as he looked down, ashamed to even look at you.
You thought it was cute, an odd way to ask someone out on a date. Leon looked like a nervous puppy in that moment; the poor guy couldn't even look you in the eye, his gaze focused down on the floor as if he wanted it to swallow him whole right now, and he was fidgeting with anything his fingers grabbed onto.
" ..sure, I'd like to go out on a date with you. " You smiled softly. Your words shocked him, but he quickly recovered with a few quick nods, excited that you agreed to go on a date with him. All of that previous nervousness drifted away in his body, replaced with excitement.
" r-really? I mean.. okay! y-yeah.. Can I pick you up after work? " Leon quickly offered with a timid smile, his eyes locking onto yours for just a moment longer than usual before he quickly looked away, afraid that you would say no, " yeah! I wouldn't mind that. " You chuckled, picking up the papers on your desk as you neatly sorted them out.
" okay- okay.. after work then.. I-I'll see you!.. " Leon tried his best to sound confident as he nodded, walking away from your desk as he stumbled into a wall, earning a soft laugh from you before he quickly rushed away, not wanting to embarrass himself any further.
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fluff hc drabble req for how re9 leon would spoil his partner please :)
howdy! i love this req!!! here are some little blurbies for you :)
leons a big sweetieeee. his partner is just a few years younger than them here, too because i love the idea of him teasing about it as if the age gap is significant at all lol. fem!reader in terms of him referring to u as girl
Leon makes calculated purchases for practical items that happen to be expensive. His Porsche, a nice watch, an espresso machine. All things he knows he will use everyday, and doesnât want to mess with replacing every few months. He has the financial comfort, so why wouldnât he go for some nicer things from time to time?
He only âsplurgesâ when it comes to you. And he wouldnât classify a lot of these purchases as even splurging. Theyâre not always necessarily expensive. And he thinks that even if they were all expensive, heâd probably cave and buy them for you anyways.
Heâd originally tried to give you his card a couple times, when youâd have to go buy some clothes or go to the mall with friends. But youâre stubbornly independent. You like doing things yourself. You'd pushed the card back toward him and gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Youâre very sweet, but youâre not my sugar daddy, Leon.
So he just starts getting you things without much pomp and circumstance.
Leonâs observant, he notices when your gaze lingers on the expensive brand of a snack, which unfortunately does taste much better than the generic version, but the latter is what ends up in the cart at checkout every time. So the next time heâs picking up groceries, and youâve asked for a box again, he picks up the nicer ones instead. He even gets two boxes. And they appear in the pantry without any word. When you go to retrieve your after-work snack, you wonder if youâve blacked out and spent too much at the store again.
âLeon?â
âYeah, baby?â
âAre these yours?â You ask. The question doesnât make much sense, he doesnât even like those crackers, really, but you donât know how else to say âdid you buy these for me?â without the words feeling foreign in your mouth. Leon meets you in front of the pantry, a hand towel thrown over his shoulder. The scent of the curry heâs been cooking trails behind him.
âNope.â He just says, and kisses your forehead. A silent I got them for you. You stand there, limp from his love, as he goes back to the stove. You clutch the cardboard box to your chest like heâs just given you a teddy bear. You smile at the back of his head as he resumes stirring the pot, like the gesture was nothing more than holding the door open for you or getting you a glass of water.
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The way you toss your hair and sing along to your favorite band in the car is one, very cute to him, and two, a little dangerous to other drivers on the road.
So when that band announces a show in your city, you gasp and show it to him with stars in your eyes. But thatâs as far as it gets. He catches you lingering on the tickets on your phone from time to time, but you never make it past the map of the venue. And as the date edges closer and closer, the more wistful your voice is as you sing along to their music. Leon imagines the smile on your face and the pure joy in your demeanor at the show, dancing with your friends and screaming the words. Coming home a little tipsy on overpriced drinks and sporting a new tour shirt, cheeks tinged with the alcohol and excitement. He wishes he could see it in person, but he knows that itâd end with him sitting outside, ears ringing and an uneasy mind. Even so, he wants you to have that experience.
So one day you walk into the kitchen and two tickets are stuck to the fridge. You inspect them closer, sure that they have to be for a movie or something. The name of your favorite band reads in large letters, right in the center. You stare at it for a long time, a hand clutched to your chest like your heart may jump right into it.
Leon finds you like that, staring at the fridge in amazement. He leans against the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed and a smug look on his face.
âHope you didnât make plans for that day.â
âYouââ Youâre not even sure what to say.
âMe?â He raises his eyebrows, a grin pulling at his lips. He points at himself in faux shock.
âYou,â you repeat and rush into his arms, squeezing him as hard as you can. He chuckles and hugs you back just as tightly. âYouâre too nice to me.â
âYeah, too nice for someone who bullies me everyday,â he jokes. You pinch his side and he fakes an overdramatic ouch. âSee? Thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about," His voice goes soft as he pulls you in for another hug. âSo mean.â
âWhyâre there two?â
âHmm?â He has to pull himself back from you to focus on what youâre saying. His brain processes it slowly, slipping out of the grip of your warmth.
âTwo tickets. You donât really go to stuff like that.â He melts under the kind way you say it. Like itâs just the way it is; itâs just part of him that you take in stride. Because you love him for all of him, even the parts that arenât so pretty.
âI figured you wouldnât wanna go alone,â he shrugs. âYou can take one of your friends.â
âI wish you could go,â thereâs no pressure in it when you sigh, just a wistful wish. You always want Leon with you.
âMe too,â Leon smiles gently. âYou donât need an old man to drag you down, though.â
âShut up,â you smack his chest lightly. Youâre only a few years his junior, but he treats the age gap like heâs decaying on the spot to get under your skin. âIâll bring you a shirt, old timer."
And you do. It matches your own, and you spend the next month trying to accidentally match with Leon every time you get dressed. He thinks itâs cute. He'll have to buy you concert tickets more often.
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Like the snacks, Leonâs shopping for shampoo when he comes across the fancy conditioner he recalls you gushing about a year or so ago, when your friend had an extra bottle theyâd gifted you. Youâd rationed it, only using it once a week, loving the way it made your hair shine and smell like fresh fruit. Leon canât lie to himself; heâd loved it, too. Taken every opportunity to smother you in a hug so he could catch a scent of it. And the way youâd proudly worn your hair down for so long, radiating with joy, was a gorgeous sight. Youâve been going through a rough patch; a hard time at work triggering anxiety and self-image issues again. Although a hair product wonât solve it, he thinks that some extra self-care canât hurt. He wants to see you glow like that again. So in the cart it goes. The overpriced tag on it doesnât even cross his mind. Alongside it, he gets your favorite bath oils, some epsom salts for your tension headaches. On the way home, your favorite takeout with some gelato as a treat for you making it through the day.
He leaves the conditioner in the shower without telling you, and doesnât unpack the rest of his surprises quite yet. His usual MO for a gift. A few minutes after you go to take a shower that night, something youâd been putting off since the day prior, he hears your gasp from his spot on the sofa, under the soft acoustic CD youâd put on from his collection. This time you donât have to ask who itâs for; Leonâs very particular about his own hair products, so youâre certain itâs for you.
When you come out of the bathroom, warm and smelling of bright citrus, Leon takes you in his arms the second youâre within his grasp. He inhales shamelessly, combing his fingers through your towel-damp hair.
âThank you,â you mumble into his neck. A damp spot is forming on his t-shirt from the droplets still clung to your shoulders, but he couldnât care less. âThat made showering much easier.â
âGood,â he buries his nose in your sweet strands, cradling the back of your head to him. âFeel any better?â
âMuch more than usual,â you admit with a shy smile. He grins hard enough for the both of you.
âI got some other things while I was out,â he tucks your wet hair behind your ears and revels in your soft skin, freshly moisturized after your shower. âThat ramen place you like. And we can have a nice bath together after dinner,â youâre at a loss for words as he keeps laying on a list of things heâs gotten for you. Just to boost your mood, to see you smile again. He finishes it with a teasing look. âIâll even rub your back. If youâre nice.âÂ
It doesnât matter if youâre grumpy or the happiest you've ever been, heâd do it anyway.
âLeon,â your head hangs from your neck, from the weight of his affection. âYouâre too much.â
âThatâs what you keep saying,â he hums. You feel his lips press a short kiss to the crown of your head. âBut nothingâs too much for my girl.â
fluff hc drabble req for re9 leon with an emotionally needy reader pretty please <3 love your characterization of him
tyyy that means a lot <3 as an emotionally needy girlie with anxiety myself i loveee this!! i mention that reader is only a few years younger than leon + wife!reader + wears a dress, i hope thats okay! this is a few blurbs strung together!!
When you first begin your relationship, he sees it. The way you shift uncomfortably in a new outfit that will surely be dumped in the corner in exchange for jeans and a t-shirt. The way you longingly look after couples in public who arenât afraid to share a kiss or huddle together. And above all, the glow in your face when he compliments you or brushes your back as he moves past you in a store. Reassurance ignites a confident, more open you. He loves every side of you, but he canât deny the joy that seeing you blush and smile under his words and touches brings him. So he pushes himself. Heâs never been a natural at flirting or sharing his feelings in general, really. But as heâs aged, Leonâs learned to be a little more forthcoming with his feelings. You loving on him has certainly helped, but he still falls into old habits sometimes. Keeping things locked away. But the second he realizes what heâs doing, he drags himself away from that old well and straight into your arms. It becomes easier the longer youâre alongside him. A second nature. You cherish his openness every time.
The two of you are puzzle pieces really; things he should learn to do fit perfectly right alongside your own needs. He fills in the spaces you canât help leaving blank.
You arenât much different than him sometimes; letting your anxieties get the best of you. Feeling like youâre too much, too clingy, too needy for someone like Leon. A man whoâs all tough lines and hardened memories. But the way he softens just for you and holds your hand, feather-gentle, reminds you heâs not that. Especially not for you. Itâs the sweetest icing on the cake that he verbally reminds you how he feels, too. Every time he leaves or ends a phone call, thereâs always a âlove you, see you soon.â If heâs there, heâll emphasize it with a firm kiss, pulling you into him to feel you close. Never a goodbye. Heâs had too many of those. He will see you again. He has to.
Itâs the same, even if itâs just for a brief moment.
âBe right back, babe, I love you.â
âYouâre just going to get the mailâŚ?â He chuckles, like youâve said something ridiculous.
âIâm going to get the mail, and I love you,â he confirms. A kiss finds your cheek.
Walking in the grocery store or taking a stroll in the park together, his hand is always somewhere on you. The small of your back, the belt loop of your jeans. If itâs not incredibly crowded, sometimes his hand finds its way into your back pocket as you walk, pulling you into his side. Heâs aware of his surroundings, he canât not be at this point, itâs just a habit. But every other ounce of attention is on you, on the way you look after the pigeons flitting around on the ground, on the smile that turns up your lips when a dog trots past. He memorizes every bit of it, brain a rolodex of different flavors of this sight of you. He will never run out of room for it. And he tries to communicate as such, to see that smile grow and the bashful way you still duck your head, after all this time.
âThis is my favorite place to be.â
âThe park?â
âItâs nice, too,â he pauses, presses a kiss to your temple. âBut I meant next to you.â
When you get a new outfit, one out of your comfort zone but something you couldnât put back once youâd picked it up. You put it on excitedly, and then look in the mirror. It all fades to worry, and suddenly the dress feels like a straitjacket.
Leon emerges from the bathroom as youâre staring at it, nauseous and about to rip it off. His eyes drag over you, hungry and affectionate, like heâs ready to take a bite from you. And he basically does, attaching his mouth to your exposed neck eagerly. He hugs you from behind and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. You sigh softly at the contact, but itâs not enough. You still fidget and pull at the clothes. Leon picks up on it and kisses where his teeth have just marked up. Leaves more soft smooches up your neck, to the skin behind your ear. He tucks your hair back and studies you in the reflection of the mirror.
âLet me look at you,â he pulls back just enough for you to spin towards him. You almost tremble under his gaze, the nagging part of you waiting for him to tell you that itâs awful. But Leon could see you in a potato sack and heâd still be on you like an excited labrador. âUh-huh, hmm,â he muses, pretending like he's figuring you out. Another kiss lands on your cheek. âYeah. Thatâs my gorgeous wife.â
âYou think it looks okay?â Youâre still unsure, shifting and pulling at the fabric on your legs. It hugs you tighter than your usual comfy clothes. Youâre not used to having your shape so exposed. ââs kinda tight.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â He grins, his crows feet crinkling in the way you find so effortlessly handsome. You canât hide the tug of your lips as they curl upward. âItâs a nice dress. But you make it look beautiful.â Warmth surges in his chest when a full grin crosses your expression and you pull him in a kiss.
âThank you,â you murmur against his lips. He hums, deep in his chest. Happy.
âThank you,â his hands drag up and down your sides before settling at your hips. âYouâre very generous to let an old man have all this.â
âIâm not that much younger than you,â you roll your eyes. A few years of an age gap and heâs acting like heâs elderly. He grins at you, eyes crinkling with smile lines that have you radiating joy, too. A man so fraught with pain has lived to almost fifty, and laughed enough that the wrinkles have made a home permanently. And youâre more than just partially responsible.
âMhm,â he tugs you forward, sharp until your front is pressed to his. His arms enclose your waist, snug around you. âAnd youâve aged like a fine wine, baby.â You blush at the compliment, feeling tingles down to your toes from his praise. Even as you age together, he looks at you like itâs the first time he saw you. He hits on you like you arenât already his; like heâs fighting with other men lined up to be the one to take you home. Even if he knows that, unquestionably, you're his, and he's yours.
His hands find the zipper of the dress as he kisses you once more, deep and open, with his heart pouring into you. You sigh against him and feel like you must be the happiest person alive. He pulls away just enough to look at you, blue eyes ringed with desire and wholeheartedly, love.
âThis dress is great and all,â he begins to shimmy it up your thighs. âBut I think Iâm more interested in whatâs underneath.â Youâre a little too drunk on his closeness to process the implication at first.
âIâm notâ oh.â
Leonâs already pulling it off before you can say much else.
i dont think leons the hand holding in public type of guy.
there are times he does reach for your hand, of course, like if you're spooning him, he likes to put his hand on yours where you hug him across his ribs.
if he notices you're fidgeting or nervous. he squeezes your hand to remind you he's there, that he loves you.
if he notices your hands are cold, his are covering yours in an instant, rubbing warmth back into them until he's safisfied that you are no longer apparently at risk for frostbite. if you're on the move together, he's holding one of your hands in his jacket pocket. and he will switch sides to ensure both of your hands are warm, if necessary.
additionally, he's never denying you or pulling away if you reach for his hand. he will gladly thread his fingers through yours, running a thumb over your knuckles until you're ready to let go.
but these are all specific circumstances. if he's needing to feel you, which he pretty much always does, he foregoes hand holding for something more intimate to him.
his go-to is a hand on the small of your back. whether he's passing by you in the kitchen and it's a brief touch, or he's standing next to you in the store while you're explaining something to him, palm pressed firmly to that dip in your back like it was carved out just for his hand.
if you're in the car together, his hand always finds its way across the console to grip your thigh. it doesn't matter which one of you is driving, his hand is always there, tapping his fingers to the radio, giving your leg a squeeze when you say something that makes him laugh.
you decide to wear bottoms with a pocket, with belt loops? his hand is finding its way in your back pocket as you walk wherever you're going. he can't help that you happen to own every pair of jeans that fit you perfectly. if he feels like it's a little too handsy for a public situation, he hooks his thumb into one of your back belt loops, his arm resting around your waist.
if his touches are a little possessive, so be it. you lean into him every time and he loves having you underneath his hands.
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