leon's putting on his uniform while looking in the mirror as you lay in bed, oogling him. "you look so good in your uniform, leon."
"hmm, thanks, babe." leon replies, putting on his holster- not really paying you any mind.
"yeah. my strong, sexy, mean, cop boyfriend," you purr, strutting over and wrapping your arms around his waist, peppering kisses on his neck.
"who, me? i'm hardly a cop, still in training- i mean really everyone at the station just calls me rookie-"
"could just throw me around, huh? with these big muscles..." you feel up his biceps through his uniform, practically drooling. leon doesn't really catch where you're trying to go with this, more focused on getting ready for work. "apprehend me for all my wrongdoings. oops, officer, i smoked weed yesterday. forgive me," you mock.
"god, um, smoking weed isn't a crime anymore. i buy it for you, y'know... and i would smoke it with you, but i can't-"
you purse your lips in annoyance as he continues to adjust his uniform. "leon."
"yeah?" he finally looks at you in the mirror with his baby blue eyes. god, he's so cute. innocent, even. it pisses you off.
"fucking just play along with me."




















