a/n: I had to go to the DMV today and got his cute idea. implied younger!reader. About 500 words???
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
“Hey there, handsome. On a scale from 1 to 10, how busy are you right now?” you asked over the phone, chewing on your nail.
“It’s pretty slow today. Why?” your boyfriend replied, already suspicious.
“So hypothetically speaking, if I asked you to come help me, would you?” you asked, trying to sound casual.
“You okay, babe?” His already deep voice coated with worry.
“Don’t laugh at me, okay? Please, don’t.”
“You’re such an asshole, Leon.”
“You always this charming when you need something?”
“Baby!” You whined. “I can’t park. Please come save me.”
“There’s no space, and I can’t parallel park without risking public humiliation. Please. I’m begging you.”
You heard him start laughing on the line.
“Hey! Don’t make fun of me,” you snapped, even as your voice wavered.
Agent Kennedy, reporting for a rescue mission. Send me your location.”
You blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he said, still amused. “Stay where you are. Don’t hit anything.”
“You do know I’m known for being a bad driver, right?”
“Yeah, but I think I might be worse than you.” you said, your tone a little defeated.
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You spotted his car from far away before he even parked, pulling up way too confidently for someone who’d just admitted he wasn’t much better at driving than you.
He slid into a spot in one smooth motion.
“Show off.” You mumbled to yourself.
He stepped out, and for a second, you forgot why you were annoyed.
His signature leather jacket clung to his biceps in a way it made your mouth water. His dirty blonde hair slightly messy and those annoyingly calm blue eyes scanning the street until they landed on you.
Keys spun lazily around his finger as he walked over, confident in that effortless way that made you want to roll your eyes and stare at the same time.
By the time he reached your window, that familiar, crooked smirk had already settled on his lips.
He leaned down slightly, knocking on the glass.
“Hey, gorgeous. Need saving?” he asked, smug.
“You’re too cocky for an old man, you know.”
Leon opened your door before you could protest. “Alright, out. I’ll park it.”
You watched, holding your breath as he maneuvered the car into the spot you’d been circling for the last twenty minutes. It took him a couple of adjustments, but then, finally, the car settled neatly between the lines.
He turned the engine off and looked over at you through the open window.
“You just told me you’re a bad driver!”
“Selective honesty,” he shot back, turning off the engine.
“I think I can make it to my appointment, I’ll see you at home?”
He stepped out, closing the door behind him, then walked over to where you were standing.
“Yeah,” he said, stopping just a little too close.
He leaned in slowly, brushing just close enough to your lips to make your breath hitch before closing the distance properly.
“Drive safe,” he murmured against your lips, softer now.
Then he kissed you properly, your fingers curled slightly into his jacket.
“Love you,” you whispered when you pulled back.
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