Wearing Leon's Shirt
Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting
CW: stated sexual relationship, suggestive
Leon's brain short circuits when he first sees you wear his shirt.
It wasn't the first time you two had had sex. In fact, it wasn't even the first time you'd stayed the night. But you were usually outta there right after waking up the next morning. Leon would walk you to the door, sweetly kissing you goodbye.
This time, he was determined to keep you over. You woke up to two muscular arms wrapping around you. "I'm making breakfast," a gravely voice whispered in your ear. You hummed in response. "Any requests?" Leon continued.
"Whatever, I don't care," you replied, voice high with sleep. He left the room with a kiss to your forehead. Though, you were pretty sure that whole interaction was a dream. Until you woke up to the smell of bread, butter, and coffee.
Stomach rumbling, brain craving caffeine, you grabbed the first article of clothing you could find.
Leon heard the bedroom door open, ready to deliver a "Look who's finally waking up" (it's still only 9am), but stopped short. You'd emerged with tousled bedhead and wearing his t shirt. It reached your knees--you were that much shorter than him--and it swallowed your frame. Somehow, that was sexier than any lingerie or tight dress you'd worn.
"Morning?" you said when he just stared at you.
You had no idea why he was standing there, holding a plate with what smelled like heavenly french toast, brow knit in concentration.
You looked down, realizing he might not be cool with you wearing his clothes, "Oh, is this not okay?" He put the plate down, stalking over to you, "Sorry, I was just really hungry and--"
He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you flush to him. His lips met yours with a groan, hands wandering your body, gripping both the plush fat of your hips and sliding his hands beneath his tshirt. Knowing it was draped around your naked body was getting him ready for another round.
"Actually, I think you should wear my clothes more often."
