Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who's a "do you like it?" Guy rather than a "do you want it?" Guy. Without any hesitation, as soon as he hears your lips open with the word "yes," he's instantly looking for your size, maybe even different colors of whatever it is this time, and placing it in the cart.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy that complains about the hoard of plushies overflowing your bed every time he stays over at your apartment. Complaining about how it "builds a barrier" in between the two of you, immediately groaning and dramatically sighing like the old man he is as he places stuffed animals on the chair in the corner--never on the floor, he learned his lesson with that one.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who takes you on vacations as many times as your job allows it. Of course, at least one place the two of you visit on every trip has to do with some historical event that he spends the entire time explaining to you. Even when you aren't with him on his vacations, he'll always bring you back a souvenir and some candy. And of course, he'll always send at least one cheesy postcard.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy that has his phones font size set to the biggest and the boldest. Yes, he scrolls with his free hands pointer finger. Oh, and occasionally furrows his eyebrows and squints his eyes, moving the phone closer and farther away from him, trying to read a text message without his glasses.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who despite the age gap, can't help to fantasize what the future will look like with you. He's in his 50's, his time is running out, you both know that. Him standing on one knee asking you those four most important words your lives is right around the corner, you standing in a white dress a little further down. You're the one that turned his dull, boring, depressed life around. Why not add one more to that happiness?
Just something quick I typed up with handsome requiem Leon in mind!! I love you all, stay safe!! - Priscilla 💝
Husband!John Price where its always "well, my missus'..." When the 141 is around, or pretty much anyone for the most part. Doesn't matter what it is, his missus does it better than other of the other mens.
Soap's sitting at the crews usual lunch spot with the crew, complaining about the slop of a lunch he was packed this morning. Two slices of bread, a slab of ham, and and orange. His lady was upset with him, something about him keeping the toilet seat up one too many times. Silence came from price as he chewed his warm meal, Gaz gave him a soft sorry, Simon just groaned. "Aw, mate, my missus 'd never." He simply compared, with a chuckle, taking another spoonful of the warm pot roast you had made just for him, mashed potatoes and asparagus on the side, homemade lemon poppy seed muffin waiting for him to finish him main course, sweet little note read once or twice already. Leaning back with that idiotic smirk on his face, knowing he won a nonexistent battle inside of his head. Reaching for a cloth napkin, a dark green.
"Even got my own napkin." Throwing it on the table after wiping his mouth, all Soap could do was stare at the stupid hand sewn "J.P" Initials on the right corner of the square fabric. Embroidered red heart followed right behind. Soaps sandwich already has his fingers deeply imprinted onto both sides of the bread. Fucking bragging piece of shit.
Oh John, the big mean bragger you are! Something I thought of. His missus could never do no wrong in Johns eyes. - Priscilla 💝
Brought this little plushie scenario to life since a lot of you liked it from this post!! :)
“Jesus Christ…Is there ever a day where you don’t sleep with these things?” Leon scoffed, as he looked down at the stuffed bodies of cloth sitting on your bed. Each one had its own place, and order.
It was like every time Leon walked into your room, those stuffed plushies beady little eyes judged him just a little more. Maybe it was because he was a grown middle aged man with a young pretty thing like you, maybe they secretly knew that he kinda liked them...
“Leon..! They’re my babies! Y-You can’t say that!” You whined, a pout threatening to form on your lips as you walked out from your closet, changed into a fresh new set of pajamas.
"And you better not throw them on the floor Leon S. Kennedy!" Quickly scolding with the point of your index finger, you didn't even give Leon a second to move before even knowing his next move.
With a groan, Leon obeyed your orders, a few on your bedside table whilst the rest were placed on a chair in the corner of your room. Perfect, now the two of you had audience.
"Just because animal is in the name doesn't mean they actually live and breathe sweetheart." With a shake of his head, he chuckled at his own joke before looking up for a reaction from you.
You placed your hands on your hips, squinting your eyes with that "are you serious?" look to your face.
"Tough crowd." Leon murmured to himself as he lifted your pink covers back, groaning like an old man as he got into bed. Typical.
"The only wall being built between us is your muscles!" You playfully whined as you copied his actions, a giggle falling from your lips, grin escaping even though you tried to keep your sassy little attitude up, a total fail.
As soon as Leons ears piqued the sound of your giggle, he slowly turned around with a smirk on his face.
"Oh yeah? These muscles?" He spoke, wrapping his beefy arm around your neck and bringing you in closer, high pitched squeals coming from you as he flexed and applied more pressure in a gentle manner.
"L-Leon! Stop it! You're so mean! Get off of me!" Even if the words coming from your mouth were negative, you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.
Laughs belted from your belly, feet playfully kicking up and down as Leons hands poked and prodded against your skin, ticklish sensation taking over your nerves, soft strands of his ashy brown hair tickling your forehead before he finally stopped and let go once he got his little 30 second fill of messing with you.
"Alright alright--I'm done. To bed it is."
Leon announced with a sigh, but not before scooting in closer and engulfing you with those muscle you "hated" so much, your chest pressed up against his back, close. Thick fingers trailing your face before jokingly closing your eyelids, but not without a protest from you.
"Leon i-it's so early! It's only 9:00, then you'll really be an old man! Lets watch a mo--"
Your protests were soon cut off as a deep snore emitted from his body behind you, one of his arms going lips, hitting the mattress with a soft thud
“Oh my goodness Leon you have to try it! Ugh, it’s sooooo good! Tomorrow we can walk to the coffee shop and you can try it!”
You blabbered on about the newest drink your favorite coffee shop had just released. Playing around with your favorite plushie as you talked, drawing shapes into the soft fur. The soft blurb of the TV playing quietly in the background, local news personnel covering the most recent events in the community.
“Oh! A-And then, tomorrow we can go to the grocery store, and I’ll make you that pasta you love! Maybe some steak too, I’ve been craving it.”
Continuing on, Leon was stuck in a trance against your will. His arm resting against the top of your headboard, fiddling with a toothpick in his other hand. Eyes going in and out of focus, he was listening to your words, yet wasn’t really thinking about them. He just let you go on and on and on…Like he always did.
Although one thing was the main culprit of taking your boyfriend’s eyes off of you…That goddamn headboard. His hand pushed up against it, creak. Releasing pressure, creak. Pressing again, creak. Quietly groaning, he readjusted himself in bed, squeak, from the mattress.
“Do you think desserts too much? I should probably bake dessert tomorrow right? But I’m not really in the mood for cake and stuff…Brownies? No. I don’t know. Maybe ice—Leon are you even listening to me..?”
Looking over at Leon with furrowed brows, the smile that was once on your face quickly turned to an angry frown. Like a child who didn’t get what they wanted.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong with your headboard?” Leon mumbled as his eyes met yours, looking back up to press the palm of his hand against the headboard. Creaks and soft movements shook the bed, practically indicating this thing was about to fall loose at any second.
“Oh! It’s been like that forever, it’s not really a problem.” Answering his question, you smile once more before focusing your attention back onto your plushie, about to continue your talking before Leon spoke up once more.
“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you? It’s driving me nuts…How the hell haven’t you fallen through yet?” He casually joked with a laugh, earning a scoff and a roll of your eyes from you. Tough crowd. “You just gotta tighten the screws. Do you have a drill?”
“…Does it look like I own a drill?” You replied with a serious look on your face. Practically saying he was insane for even thinking of you owning a drill. When would she need all of those tools anyway?
“C’mon doll how are you gonna have your neighbors hearing all of that banging? That’s just rude.” With a smirk, he crossed his arms with a stupid smirk on his face. The two of you knew exactly what he meant, what a total perv!
“Leon! You can’t say stuff like that in front of our children!” With a gasp, you quickly covered your plushies ears, pretending like they could really hear you. The amount of times those god damn plushies got in between you and Leon’s sex life made it feel like they were children…
“Alright, alright, I’m done. We’re buying you a new bed tomorrow, my backs too old to be sleeping on shit…” He murmured the last part to himself, groaning as he repositioned himself in bed once more. Squeak, squeak, squeak. God that sound was already driving him up the roof. “We’ll test it out tomorrow too.”
Summary: Its your fourth and final year of nursing school, and it was time to put all those simulation labs to good use! For your first day, you were able to practice blood drawing on none other than Leon S. Kennedy. He expected to see the usual nurse he had grown to know, but he was in for a surprise with you as you walked through the door. Sweet smile, sweet demeanor, sweet compliments about his...Veins. You were totally a nurse.
After every mission, as expected, Leon was seen by a doctor who performed a thorough routine physical. It was something that had to be done—Any cuts, breaks, bruises, etc were much taken care of, and even if there were no signs, it was an extra safety precaution.
The DSO couldn’t lose their best agent after something so minuscule, could they?
So, he found himself here. In the doctors office laboratory, patiently waiting for the usual older woman—Karen—to come in and draw his blood.
That wasn’t what he got today.
“Hello Mr. Kennedy! It’s so nice to see you again today! How was that mission?” Karen happily walked in, a bright smile on her face as she greeted and asked her usual question. Bright smile on her face.
“Good. I came back alive. One piece unlike last time.” He replied with a dry laugh, usual smirk on his face as Karen laughed back at his humor.
“Now, I have a student with me today!—Y/N can you come on our hun?—Her name is Y/N!”
Leon didn't listen to another word Karen said. His eyes were already locked in on you—young, shy, and slightly scared. Quietly introducing yourself with a soft wave, holding a clipboard in your hands, pink stethoscope dangling from your neck. School instituted light blue scrubs hiding the supple curves hiding beneath the fabric.
“H-Hi…I-I’m Y/N. Um, the student nurse for today!” You sweetly introduced, hugging the clipboard. Shy, witty, smile on your lips. Standing by Karin’s side like you were attached by your hip.
“Is it okay if she practices on you today Leon?”
He didn’t hear a damn thing. He was too busy gazing at you with hearts in his eyes, listening to his heart beat inside of his eardrums.
“Oh—Um, yeah, of course. We all gotta learn somehow.”
Karen clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! Y/N, you can draw the blood. I’ll supervise.”
You nodded quickly, stepping closer to him. Up close, Leon suddenly seemed…larger. Broader. Warmer. The faint scent of aftershave and clean soap lingered in the air.
“O-Okay, Mr. Kennedy,” you murmured, setting the clipboard down, grabbing a pair of gloves. “Can you, um…roll up your sleeve for me please?”
He did without hesitation, pushing the black fabric of his compression shirt up his arm.
And that’s when you saw them.
The veins along his forearm were prominent, running in defined lines beneath his skin littered with scars—evidence of years of training, discipline, and hard-earned strength. Your eyes lingered a second too long.
Leon noticed.
“You good?” he asked, one brow lifting slightly, though his voice had softened.
Your cheeks turned pink almost instantly. “Y-Yeah! I just—um…” You swallowed before excitedly breathing out. “You have really nice veins..!”
The room went quiet.
Leon blinked. “I—what?”
“I mean!” you rushed out, flustered beyond belief. “F-For blood draws! They’re very visible and healthy and that makes it easier and safer and—” You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second. “—they’re very nice.”
There it was again.
Nice.
Leon S. Kennedy—government agent, hardened survivor, man who had faced bioterror threats without flinching, felt heat creep up the back of his neck.
“Oh.” He cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the opposite wall. “Thanks. I… hydrate.”
You gently took his arm in your hands to tie the tourniquet, your fingers brushing against his skin. He stiffened—not from pain, but from the way your touch was careful. Gentle. Almost reverent.
“Try not to move,” you whispered, concentrating.
“I’m not,” he replied quickly, voice just a little too tight.
You swabbed his arm with alcohol, then glanced up at him through your lashes. “You work out a lot, don’t you?”
“Occupational hazard,” he said, attempting his usual smirk—but it faltered when you smiled at him like that.
“D-Do you want me to give you a warning?”
“I don’t need one.”
The needle slid in smoothly, blood immediately rushing into the tubing and waiting for an exit out.
“See?” you beamed, eyes bright, relief washing over you. “Perfect veins.”
Leon huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Never thought I’d get complimented on that.”
“Well,” you said softly, focused on the filling blood connection tube, “you should be. They’re… impressive.”
He was officially flustered now.
A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he avoided Karen’s knowing look.
“You say that to all your patients?”
“N-No…” you admitted honestly.
That made him glance back at you.There was no teasing in your expression. Just sincerity.
The vial filled. One after another. You removed the needle carefully, pressing gauze to his skin. “All done. You did great!"
“I didn’t do anything,” he muttered.
“You stayed still,” you countered gently. “That counts.”
Karen stepped forward, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Excellent work, Y/N.”
You gently wrapped over the gauze with bandage wrap, smoothing it down with your thumb. Your touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away. Removing your gloves and washing your hands, following the expectations just like the lab simulation.
“Um…T-Thank you for letting me practice!” You said shyly, clutching your clipboard again.
Leon flexed his arm absentmindedly, then looked at you with that softer version of his usual expression—the one very few people saw.
“Anytime,” he replied. “Guess I’ll have to come back more often.”
Karen raised a brow. “Oh? Planning another mission already?”
Leon’s eyes stayed on you.
“Maybe,” he said lightly. “For medical reasons.”
Something silly for you all to read!! I tried my best to not put too much nursing lingo into this...Although it was difficult. I wanted all for you to understand! Love you all!! I hope you enjoy! - Priscilla 💝
P.S. If there’s any mistakes please let me know it’s worse than just leaving it there and I realize later and get utterly embarrassed!
Too lazy to write…But never too lazy to write a few headcanons about Older!Retired Neighbor Leon and Young!Teacher Reader! Just a little glimpse into the future for this duo! ᵔᴗᵔ
Older!Retired Leon who watches you dance around in your kitchen from his homes living room every evening and early morning--Still in your tiny little frilly nightgowns in the early hours, switching over to adorable floral girly dresses in the evening.
Older!Retired Leon that pats your booty like they are a pair of bongos, humming the melody of some stupid silly rock song that's older than you, shocked you've never heard of it. Smirking down at your delicate figure, cheek smushed up against his chest, giving him those big eyes and cheesy smile he adored, staring at your exquisite features, all before giving those buns a few squeezes before you protested!
Older!Retired Leon that loves it when you're trying out a new recipe, calling him into your kitchen every few minutes asking him the same questions: “I-Is it good?” “Does it need more salt?” “Try it! I promise, I added something else!” Of course, nothing was ever wrong with your food. It was all amazing to him, especially since he couldn't even recall the last time he had a home cooked meal. Yet you were a worry wart, always wanting to make sure it was perfect before plating. Even if he scarfed it down in less than five minutes.
Older!Retired Leon who although older than you, more tired, and less energetic, still fulfills every single one of your needs and wishes. Buying you that pretty dress from that fancy boutique downtown, delivering fresh flowers to your home and job weekly, loving how you tell him the reaction of your students when they walked in and saw that giant bouquet on your desk.
Businessman!Leon flying to LA for a conference, only to stumble upon Reader sitting next to him at the airport terminal! <3
Crossing his ankle over a knee, looking around at the busy yet familiar environment of New Yorks most notorious airport; JFK. Many sitting and enjoying a few minutes of tranquility before boarding, others arguing with vulnerable staff, but only one looking around at everything just like him.
A young girl, no older than a teenager, looking around with dazed sparkling eyes like this airport was the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Straight posture, childish smile on her face, bouncing her legs in such a fast manner it seemed as if she was about to explode.
“You look a little too young to be traveling by yourself…How old are you sweetheart?” Leon questioned, eyebrows slightly furrowing—But not in a mad way, more of a ‘do your parents know you’re here?’ Way.
“Old enough that my parents let me travel alone…” She playfullt replied, dragging her words, childish smile now turning into a cheeky smirk, not being able to resist the giggle that fell between her lips. Turned to the side, hands on her knees, eyes playful.
“Ah—Smart, I’ll give you that.” He added with a chuckle, elbow against the hand rest, fingers holding his chin up. “First time on a plane?”
“Second!” She chirped, tweeted like a bird. “My first was when I came to New York, now this is my second, because I’m going back home.” Tilting her head to the side, providing silly information he hadn’t asked for. Not like Leon minded it one bit, it was cute. Especially with how happy she sounded.
An announcement blared over the intercom, announcing that gate was finally boarding after what felt like hours. It was all illegible mumbles, but everyone else was standing up, including Leon, so she followed cluelessly.
“Exciting. Enjoy the trip alright sweetheart? Don’t talk to any creeps like me.” He joked with a laugh, adjusting his sunglasses slightly, grabbing the handle of his expensive suitcase before walking away without another word. Passport and coffee in hand. Leon was first in line, handing the worker his ticket, causing the poor girl working to do a double take, about to speak up before she was cut off.
“Upgrade her seat, right next to mine. I don’t care how much, give yourself a nice tip while you’re at it.”Leon demanded whilst digging though his Jean pocket, opening his wallet and placing that sleek black card between the attendants fingers. Snatching his ticket away without another question. There wasn’t anything to worry about, he knew he’d get his way.
Haha okay just something silly I typed up…Because this is how I met my hubby lol!!! Traveled to New York to tour around Columbia university’s campus before committing, and when I was flying home to LA, he upgraded my seat right next to his in first class! Anyways, stranger danger! Or else you’ll end up married a year later like me! <3 (P.S, Reader is 19! I apologize for not making it more clear, especially with the university description.)
The spring sun was warmer than yesterday, hinting to the fact that summer was near. Floral dresses and wind chimes blew through the soft winds, a soft yelp of glee breaking from your throat as you grabbed onto the straw hat atop of your head, white bow wrapped around the base of it. Leon promised he would come today, tools and all to help you set up your garden in your own backyard! No more tiny little pots littering your old apartment balcony, finally a chance to show off your green thumb.
Four large rectangular boxes laid on the grass, placed in the specific spot you wanted them to be at. Time ticked down on your vintage gold watch, counting down the seconds when Leon would arrive. He said he’d be here today, the same time you came over yesterday. A fresh pitcher of strawberry lemonade made and ready to drink waiting on the counter.
You laid on the grass quietly, letting the wind rustle through the leaves of all the lemon tree in the corner of your backyard, legs tucked underneath your bottom, fingers fiddling in your lap. Anxiously waiting to see that familiar figure. Honey blonde hair, ocean irises, cheesy breaking the ice jokes that were just so stupid it was a given to laugh.
Pushing yourself up, your heels dug into the damp soil, making a way for the three steps that reached your back porch. The back door closing with the jingle of a bell and the creaking of wood. Click, clack, click, clack the floor echoed back to you. It’s almost as if the universe knew it was the perfect time for you to stand up, proven by the knock on your door, and a head moving to the side in order to take a peek inside through the sidelight.
Scurrying over to the door, you couldn’t help but stop to take one final look at yourself in the small entryway mirror. Adjusting the skirt that ended an inch or two from the bottom of your knee, baby pink colored fabric hidden underneath a sheer layer of white lace, accompanied by a bow tied around your waist.
“Leon! H-Hi! Oh my goodness, thank you so much for coming over to help!” Your voice bellowed out as soon as you opened the door, witty smile plastered across your face, cheeks cascaded over with a pink blush.
Blue jeans, white shirt, toolbox in hand. The veins on his hand prominent with his grasp on the handle. A subtle smirk grew on his lips, accompanied by a semi awkward and lame wave from his free hand, quickly falling back to his side. You probably should have mentally prepared yourself more for this, especially the way that his shirt was clinging onto his biceps, your heart was already beating out of your chest!
“Hey. Yeah, no worries at all. Just stepping in because someone’s too scared to break a nail.” He joked with a chuckle, taking a step inside as you opened the door wider for his entrance. Leon took a second to look around your home, quickly skimming past the entryway and back onto you.
“Did you bake something, or does it always smell like that?” His brows furrowed, relaxing as he looked back down to you.
“O-Oh! No, surprisingly. It just always smells like that.” You brushed off with a chuckle, shoulders falling down as you breathed out a laugh. “Come! Just follow me, I-I already have the boxes waiting outside, I was just waiting for you to show up.”
“Well that sure makes things go along a lot smoother.” He added on, not being able to resist the curiosity of taking small glimpses of every part of your home. The kitchen, dining room, and crisp off white walls that outshined his place in every which way. You were si much cleaner, sweeter, organized. The parallels between the two of you already showed the inevitable end.
Walking through the kitchen to get into the backyard, the back door creaked once more as you pushed it open, with Leon following closely behind you, his toolbox clinking at his side. The late spring air brushed against your cheeks, feeling warmer now that the sun had reached its zenith, and the subtle citrus aroma from the lemon tree wafted between you both.
"There," you indicated towards the four large boxes already laying where you wanted them placed, your hands clasped behind your back as if showcasing your finest accomplishment. "I thought you’d know where to start! And I-I didn’t want to risk messing anything up.”
Leon let out a low whistle, placing the toolbox down with a solid thud on the porch step. "You weren’t joking. This is quite the project," he remarked, rolling his shoulders as if gearing up for the task. "Looks like I’m really putting in my free labor today."
You chuckled softly, giggling like a child as he scurried down the steps, kneeling by the first box and waiting for Leon to follow. "Think of it as creating memories! Plus, you’ll be rewarded with strawberry lemonade! Unlimited refills of course!” You yelled out from your spot on the grass, cheeks full from your grin.
His gaze shifted to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm. Tempting offer. I’ll accept it." He crouched down next to you, the proximity of his frame making your heart race. His arm brushed against yours as he reached to examine the box, his hand broad and confident, veins visible beneath his skin.
Together, you started unloading supplies—you held the box down as he slipped different pieces of wood and screws out from the box. Laughing as he immediately tossed the instruction pamphlet to the side.
“A-Are you sure you don’t need instructions?” You asked with a laugh, eyebrows lifting up in surprise at the almost natural manly instinct to not even take a glimpse at the instructions.
Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head.
Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head. “Sweetheart, instructions are for people who don’t know what they’re doing.” His calloused fingers brushed against yours again as he slid a plank into place, the warmth of his skin lingering far longer than it should have. He glanced up at you then, catching the way your lips parted as if to argue, though nothing came out.
“W-What if it breaks?” you finally stammered, cheeks warming under his steady gaze.
“Then I’ll build it again. Or buy you new ones, whatever you want,” He replied easily, voice low and steady, as if the idea of failing didn’t even exist in his world. He gave the frame a sharp tug, the wood creaking into place beneath his hands, and the sheer strength in the casual movement left you speechless. With a satisfied grunt, Leon dusted off his palms, the faint trace of sawdust sticking to his skin. “See? Solid. Just trust me, doll. Just put the wood panels into place and put a few screws around the thing.”
You let out a small laugh, nervous but genuine, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The garden, the sun, the faint citrus in the air. It all blurred around you, leaving only him and that unshakable confidence as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.
“I’d say you could even do it yourself sweetheart…You just wanted an excuse to see me again.” Leon added with a teasing smirk, tipping his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. Putting his arms up in protest before they fell followed by a husky laugh. You froze. Shoulders tense, face pale as your mind tried steering some sort of mumbo-jumbo type of sentence that defended his argument.
“W-What? N-No! Not at all! I-I really needed help I-I dont know—!”
Leon’s laugh deepened, rich and warm, his shoulders shaking as he watched you stumble over your words, his hands opening the toolbox laying beside him on the ground. “Relax, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice dropping lower, his blue irises never leaving your flustered expression. “I’m only teasing you. No need to panic like I caught you red-handed.”
You huffed softly, puffing your cheeks in embarrassment before looking back down at the half-finished garden bed, desperately focusing on the planks of wood rather than the heat radiating off his body so close to yours. “Y-You just wanna make fun of me…” you muttered, your tone caught somewhere between annoyance and laughter.
“Mm, I guess so.” Leon replied easily, reaching for a screw and pressing it into place with those strong, steady hands. His forearm brushed against yours again, deliberate or not, and you felt your stomach flip. “But you didn’t deny it either. Maybe you did want me here.”
Your lips parted, ready to protest again, but his smirk softened into something less playful and more… sincere. He met your eyes, holding them steady with a glimmer of quiet honesty that almost knocked the air out of your lungs. “Not that I mind. Truth is, I don’t get invited over much these days.” The admission lingered in the air, heavier than his earlier teasing. The hum of bees near the lemon tree, the warmth of the sun—it all seemed to fade until there was just him, kneeling in the dirt beside you, offering a piece of himself without saying too much. You didnt wanna pry, so you let the confession linger in the air for a few seconds.
“I-I’ll go get you something to drink…Because im nice, and I dont make fun of people who need help.” Standing up from the grass, you brushed your skirt off of any dirt and grass, teasingly mentioning to him that he was the big mean bully in…Whatever this was. This neighborly relationship. Cheeky smile on your lips, watching as he just shook his head and opened the tiny packet of the screws and whatnot.
You slipped back into the house, the cool air of the kitchen brushing your skin as you grabbed the pitcher of strawberry lemonade you had prepared earlier that morning. Condensation beaded down the glass, the pale pink liquid catching the sunlight as you set it onto a tray, along with two tall glasses filled to the brim with ice. A thin lemon wedge and strawberry on the rim. For some reason, your hands trembled slightly as you arranged everything neatly, as if this simple act suddenly carried more weight than it should have.
When you returned, Leon was still crouched in the grass, focused on fitting one of the panels into place, but his head turned as soon as he heard the screen door creak open again. His gaze lingered on you. Not the tray, not the lemonade. But you, the sunlight spilling across your dress, the small effort you’d gone through to serve him something refreshing.
“Well, would you look at that,” he said with a quiet grin, setting his screwdriver aside as you placed the tray down on the porch step between you both. “A man could get used to this kind of treatment.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart raced when he reached for a glass. His fingers brushed the back of yours as he took it, deliberate and unhurried, and when he finally leaned back to sip, the soft sound he made afterward sent warmth crawling up your neck.
“Damn. That’s good,” Leon said, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward you. “Homemade?”
“Mhm,” you answered quickly, tucking hair behind your ear again, trying not to melt under his gaze. “Secret recipe. Unlimited refills, remember?”
“Dangerous offer, sweetheart.” His smirk widened, but his voice held a note of something gentler as he tilted the glass toward you in a silent toast.
You mirrored him, clinking the rim of your glass against his before taking a sip of your own. For a moment, the quiet between you wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable, almost intimate, the kind of silence that made your chest feel warm in a way you hadn’t expected.
Setting your glass down, you found yourself blurting out before you could stop yourself. “Leon? Would you… maybe like to stay for lunch?”
The words hung between you, fragile and daring, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Wind skimming through your hair, the bow on your hat following suit in the winds direction. His smirk faltered into something slower, deeper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the question for more than what it was. He set his glass down carefully, his hand flexing once against his thigh before he answered.
“Lunch, huh?” he drawled, leaning just a little closer, his voice low enough to stir the fine hairs at your nape. “Careful, doll. Keep this up and I’ll start thinking you actually like having me around.”
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhh chapter two is out! Guys the tension is rising oh em gee!!! Anyways! As always, if there is anything wrong, misspelled, or anything that needs improvement please let me know!!! Thank you all so much, and I apologize that it took so long to release chapter two…Chapters will now be coming out every Wednesday!! (Yes, I know so amazing!) I may be alternating between this andddddd businessman Leon :) Just depends how im feeling. Okay I love you all goodbye now! Have a great day loves, take care of yourselves!!! - Priscilla 💝 (P.S, I was so excited that I couldn’t wait until 5 pm…)
