Leon Kennedy | Slow Dance
Alright lovelies it’s Leon time.
This is an imagine I wanted to make for the hard working babes that have bad days and need a little bit of a break. So I wrote this.
This is TOOTH achingly sweet. But that’s because it’s Leon. Please know that lol also I’m sorry for the fluff, I just had the idea and I wanted to make y’all have the experience you deserved.
Being loved.
ps i didn't spellcheck this lol
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Song for the dance
It was another day of chaos and upset, and quite frankly you had reached your limit today. The pounding in your chest and the tears that had welled up in your eyes were enough reminder that you had been more than done with the shitty Monday you had.
Since lunch you had daydreamed about a nice warm bath and a trash movie to watch just so you could reset. Sprinkle your boyfriend on top of that, it was an ideal way to wind down your day.
At the thought of Leon, you reached for your phone after parking the car in the driveway to your apartment. You hadn’t had to chance to get back to him with how busy the day was, and guilt settled in upon seeing the few missed messages you had. The last he had gotten from you was a text of “I’m so tired of this place” before disappearing on accident.
‘Do you need me to bring you something for lunch?’
‘Is it your manager again? You know that guy is a dick.’
‘Still think you should quit.’
So simple, but enough to remind you that he cared and cared deeply. Even a desk 9-5 job was enough for him to be ready to burn it all to the ground. The thought tugged a smile against your face as you clambered out of the car and made your way up the stairs to your apartment.
You brought your phone up to your ear, finally calling him back. You pinched it between your cheek and shoulder as it rang and dug through your bag to find the keys. You came to a brief stop hearing a jingle going off behind the door, bringing you to finally push the door open and blink in confusion.
Sure enough there he was, mid-step down the hall to get to the entryway only to stop as he saw you come through. His tentative smile was infectious. You immediately gave a puzzled one back to him, and shut the door behind you with a small laugh.
“Hello? What are you doing here?”
He shrugged and made his way to you, plucking the phone from you and hitting ‘end’ as he sighed.
“You never got back to me so I was afraid you had killed everyone at your job and came home early in hiding,” he lightly joked. Only lightly because at some point he was afraid maybe that would indeed happen with how often those people drove you crazy.
That got another laugh at you, and you happily let him take your things before meeting him for a gentle kiss. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands settled on your waist and held you close. The comfort was enough to bring another lump to your throat.
He left another peck on your lips, and pulled away enough to look your expression over with genuine concern.
“Ya think?” You chuckled. You sighed dramatically, and set your head on his chest, just enjoying the hold. “Thank you for coming. I was just a little…over it.”
“I can’t blame you,” he hummed. His hand rubbed lovingly up your back, binding his hold around you in a vine. “You know what would make you feel better?”
The question had a bit of inclination to it, bringing you to separate enough to see his face. You gave those suspicious eyes up to him, and he didn’t bother to hide the smirk that split his face and he moved, grabbing your hand to pull you further into the home.
You didn’t exactly know what to expect, but you didn’t expect the candlelight and flower petals on the ground to meet your eyes as you rounded the corner. Immediately a silent gasp left you seeing the state of what was once your living room. All of the furniture had been moved, leaving the floor open and the candles all around the ignite the dimly lit area. Pieces of your favorite flower had dotted the floor, making a perfect circle.
You had been so distracted, you hadn’t even noticed he left your side. Not until the soft music started playing throughout the room. You nearly broke your neck spinning behind you, seeing the bluetooth speaker set up as he pressed play on his phone. As quickly as he had moved to start the gentle melody, he was beside you again, and linking his fingers with yours.
A tearful smile met him as a response. You didn’t have the words to express your joy, so instead you simply nodded, and let him slowly lead you to the small circle.
Easily, his hand settled on your hip, bringing your own hand up to his shoulder as he kissed at your hand and you began to sway. Your head fell on his shoulder as he pulled you in, and you closed your eyes in bliss to simply be in the moment.
It was one thing to have someone try to make you feel better, but you had a boyfriend that wanted to acknowledge he could do a bit more. He wasn’t always there, and that much he knew, but he was here now. He had taken the time to go shopping and do what most people would think was too much. For a simple bad day? But for him it wasn’t enough. He wanted to always do more, and be there for you in ways a lot of other people couldn’t.
He wanted to make sure you weren’t always in overdrive…and this was the best way to slow you down and make you realize the small things mattered.
You mattered. Always.
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