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Shower after a hard shift… with a spicy throat drink
A SIMPLE DOODLE NEXT TIME I SWEAR because I have no timeeee😭😭
yoga session- leon kennedy x fem!reader
warning - nsfw/blowjob
not proofread.
authors note: just a short and sweet fic
*buzz* *buzz*
a slight vibration wakes you from your midday nap. you pat the bed to find your phone while trying to keep your eyes closed, not wanting to let the sleep wash away.
“hello?” the sleep is evident on your voice. slowly starting to open your eyes as you hear a dark laugh on the other end of the phone. checking the screen you see the header “leon”. “i just left honey you fell asleep already?” shifting into a sitting position you start to defend yourself
how you and leon met/started dating: not proof read
imagine..
you starting working at the dso, shy, and intimated by all the professionals. as you’ve never worked such a high level job before. working under sherry, you are training to be leon s kennedys secretary.
at first it’s scary, seeing as he comes into a room and immediately subconsciously demands it’s attention, all eyes on him. the way he constantly watches his surroundings, making sure there’s no danger. everytime you talk to him you fumble up, or start to stutter because your brain can’t properly think around him. sherry adamantly reminding you that he’s harmless to calm you down.
but eventually as you continued to work under him, you get to know him more, get to know the real him. the small huffs as you place more paper work on his desk. the way he either goes out for his lunch breaks or doesn’t eat at all. or maybe it’s the way you can catch him in your peripheral vision glancing at you, more and more each day.
the pair of you starts eating lunch together after you made too much food one night, packing him some of your own food as you know he doesn’t eat well. he was grateful dispite his beginning bouts of protest, which you quickly shut down.
after that day you started packing more food, telling yourself “in case i get real hungry” or “might as well, we usually stay late anyways”. even tho in the end, you always gave him your extra food. he would joke and say “can’t get enough of me during the day huh?” or “need me to keep you company at lunch again?”
your conversations started out slow, awkward as you never knew what to talk about. but leon is an amazingly great talker, asking you about your lunches, how you learned to cook, your family, all your hobbies,.
the more and more you two learned from each other the more you fell for him. you knew in the beginning you had a crush on him. i mean, with those looks who wouldn’t? his witty remarks? great personality? you’d be insane not too.
until one night, you both finally finished a project you’ve been working on for ages. you suggest that celebrations are in order. leon definitely agrees, betting to see who can hold their liquor better.
as the night stretches on, the both of you drinking more and more, you’re definitely out of it. i mean could you really hold your alcohol that well? you didn’t think so but kept going anyways. wanting to see his cheeks flush more at the alcohol every turn, eyes getting hazy as he starts to lean in more as
the night turns into a blur, all you remember is leon, guiding you to his car, taking you home, and you convincing him to come inside your apartment with you.
the next morning, you wake up surrounded by big, warm arms. your back pressed up against an even warmer wall? no, body.
you turn around and are met face to face with your boss, leon kennedy.
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