Summary: different Leon eras telling you for the first time he's yours.
This part includes Re2 Leon and Re4 Leon. Next part here!
The first time Leon told you he loved you was sweet. You thought that was the sweetest thing someone could ever tell you. But the time he told you he was yours felt completely different. It felt even better.
It all started when you two arrived at the restaurant after a long day at the station, still in uniform. The young waitress came to your table, and you noticed it immediately, the moment her eyes landed on Leon. On your rookie. On your Leon. The way she smiled like the night had suddenly become interesting. She scanned him without even noticing that you were scanning her right back.
Young, confident, and extremely bold.
She leaned a little too much on the table, looking directly at him, completely ignoring your presence. Leon, who was already planning on ordering half the menu, was too focused to notice. But you did.
βGood night, officer,β the girl purred, playing with her hair.
Leon didnβt even look up. Of course he didnβt. He was naive. Naive in a way only he could be.
βNight,β you said, cutting straight to the point.
She finally looked at you, and the small flicker at the corner of her lips gave away the annoyance on her face.
βIβll take your best wine. The boy will have a burger. Extra cheese.β
Leon looked at you with a smile. You were perfect for him. If you hadnβt ordered, he would have spent half an hour reading every dish just to end up choosing a burger anyway.
By the time the waitress came back, you were holding your glass like a lifeline, and once again, Leon didnβt notice anything wrong.
It wasnβt until mid conversation that he realized it wasnβt really a conversation. He was the only one talking, going on about something while you werenβt even listening.
βAre you okay?β he asked softly, reaching for your hand over the table.
You looked at him. He was still new to this kind of affection, you could tell by the way his cheeks turned pink.
βYeah. Donβt worry your pretty head about it, rookie,β you said, taking another sip, but not letting his hand go.
βIs it because I messed up the paperwork earlier? I promise it wonβt happen again. Itβs justβ¦ you looked so pretty and Iβ¦ you canβt blame me, I-β
βRookie, youβre fine. Itβs fine. Eat your fries and letβs get out of this place. I donβt like it.β
He tilted his head slightly.
βBut you only ordered wine.β
βYeah, the wineβs fine. Itβs the service that I donβt like,β you murmured quickly.
βWhy?β he asked, frowning in confusion. βThe waitress was kind.β
βWell, thatβs the damn problem, rookie. Now eat your food.β
He obeyed for about three seconds before everything finally clicked.
You. The prettiest woman he had ever seen. The one completely out of his league who had somehow ended up interested in him. You were jealous?
βYou donβt have to be jealous,β he said softly, even softer than he intended. βI meanβ¦ you know Iβm your rookie, right? Iβm yours.β
The soft blush from earlier had turned into a deep crimson spreading across his entire face. The way he offered himself so honestly, so hopefully, made your heart jump.
Leon was a stubborn man. A really stubborn one. But he was also your partner. The one who stood next to you in life or death situations, the one who had saved your life more times than you could count, just like you had saved his.
And that was it. Just two coworkers who had somehow not killed each other yet.
So when you received a call from him in the middle of the night, you picked up immediately.
Music was playing on the other end. Voices in the background. Then a soft βshhβ that made you double check the name on your screen.
βLeon?β you asked, your voice still heavy with sleep.
βSweetheart? You there?β he said. He sounded strange. That tone he only used with you was mixed with something else you couldnβt quite place. βI told you she would pick up, you asshole.β
βLeon? Who are you talking to? Where are you?β
βOh, you know, just hanging out with some guys from the station,β he answered, trying to sound casual.
Thatβs when you realized.
βHey, sweetheart,β he continued, laughing a little now. βCan you tell them you like when I call you that? They keep calling me a liar. Say youβre too bossy.β
Laughter followed, not from him. You recognized one or two voices in the background, murmuring and teasing.
βLeon, I need you to send me your location,β you said, trying to stay patient. Even if you wouldnβt admit it, you were worried. He wasnβt the type to drink, so his tolerance was probably nonexistent.
βHuh, youβre not asking nicely,β he replied, now laughing with them even though he clearly didnβt understand what was so funny. βCome on, sweetheart, just tell them how much you love me.β
βPut me on speaker, Leon,β you said.
The moment you heard the echo of your own voice, you sighed before speaking again.
βListen to me. I will track this phone down, and if anyone other than Leon is still there when I arrive, youβre all fired.β
You hung up, already putting on your shoes. The last thing you heard was the laughter turning into nervous murmurs.
It wasnβt hard to find him. The place was just a few blocks away from your apartment.
Leon was there. Alone this time. Sitting at a big, now empty table, barely awake.
βGet up, Kennedy. Weβre going home.β
βMmβ¦ your home or my home?β he asked, trying to stand. He stumbled immediately, and you had to throw his arm over your shoulder to steady him.
βIβm taking you home.β
He protested instantly, letting his full weight lean against you, making you stumble this time.
βNo, sweetheart, donβt leave me alone. I wanna be with you.β
βThatβs not negotiable, Kennedy.β
βDonβt call me that,β he mumbled. βCall me one of those pretty names you use. Please, sweetheart, I need it.β
βLeon, get in the car, okay? Weβll talk about it at my apartment.β
βWoah, maβam. Iβm not that easy,β he said, smiling like a complete idiot.
You couldnβt help it. You laughed.
βWellβ¦ maybe I can make an exception just for you.β
βWell, thanks, Leon,β you said, rolling your eyes.
βMy pleasure, sweetheart.β
You got into the driverβs seat, focusing on the road, the streetlights passing by in silence. Leon stayed quiet for a while, staring out the window.
βYouβre my sweetheart, right?β he asked, suddenly unsure. They had mocked him, called him a liar.
You had an answer ready. A simple no to shut him up for the rest of the ride.
But then your eyes met his for a second.
βYeah, Leonβ¦ Iβm your sweetheart.β
The way he smiled could have melted you completely. He let out a breath he didnβt realize he had been holding and turned back to the window.
βGreatβ¦β he murmured, eyes already closing. βIβm yours too, Sweetheart.β
That wasnβt what you meant, but he was already drifting off. βAll yours.β
germansingergirl
jacobvanloon
discoholicmusic
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
