Late Night Call

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The room is quiet. Apart from the distant sounds of sirens and traffic outside your window, everything is practically silent as you lay in your bed curled up, half asleep with only the dimly lit lamp in the distance to light the room.

You're startled awake when your phone chimes. You open your eyes groggily as you lift yourself up to reach for your phone. The bright light burns your eyes before you can see anything for about three seconds until the first thing you see is a text from Leon.

"Hey. need you." You read as you dig your hand through your hair, then using the other hand to text back.

"It's late. I can't." You drop the phone as you sit there in silence, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Shit." You mutter as you roll your lower lip in as you pick the phone back up again as Leon replies. 

"Please." You sigh as you stare at the text. You always knew Leon had issues sleeping, often times you stayed with him for most nights because his anxiety was so bad. The PTSD from the missions he went on. When you were with him he clung on to you like a teddy bear and it always guilt ridded you because all you want is for him to be okay.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." You send as you slide the phone into your pocket and get up, stretching as you put on a hoodie and slide on your shoes as you get your phone and leave out the door.

It takes only 15 minutes for you to get there. Luckily, the road is pretty empty since it's the middle of night, which only lets you know Leon really does need you otherwise he wouldn't bother you this late.

You walk up to his door, using your key to his apartment he gave you to unlock it as you finally walk in, searching the place for Leon.

"Leon?" you call, still looking around the rooms for him.

"In here." He responds. There was something so pathetic the way he said that, like he was done, like he put all his energy to saying that which only worried you more. You walk into the bedroom where he lies with a bottle in his hand. You scoff in disappointment, sighing as you sit next to him.

"How many have you had?" you ask, looking into his sentimental expression. 

"Only this bottle." he holds it up to see how much is in it, which isn't much.

You sigh, shaking your head. "What happened?" 

Leon scoffs as he practically slams it down on the small table beside him. "I can't take this shit anymore. I should've fucking died but instead everybody.. my team.. God! I don't fucking get it. Why me?!" Leon's expression is almost cagey, like any minute he could burst into a million pieces you can't put back together. You frown as you rub your hand on his thigh, listening to his ramble once more.

"I'm sorry. I know it's late I just.. I didn't know who to call, I haven't slept in 2 days and I honestly don't.." You put your hand on his cheek, shushing him as he pauses. 

"It's alright. You don't have to explain." You console as he suddenly just.. falls into you. His arms wrap around you tightly as his face is buried into the crook of your neck, you're caressing his hair as he shudders, small tears running down his cheek as you wipe them away, kissing his head as you try to hold back tears yourself, feeling guilty for his trauma. All you wanna do is give him the world and make him happy and forget all the bad things. God, he deserves it and tht thought only makes it harder to hold back your tears.

"I'm so fucking sorry." he mumbles over and over again, you shush soothingly as he reaches out, his forehead meeting yours as his hand goes up onto the lining of your shirt, lightly tugging it as he feels the outlines of your bra under as well.

"Please. I need to fuck you, baby. Please, I need you." He pleads, his other hand going to your waist and squeezing it, as he reaches in to kiss you.

You quiver at his touch, lifting your head up as he then goes in to kiss your neck.

"Hold your horses." you bring your hands to his face, looking into his eyes as you sigh. "I don't know if this right Leon, you're.. drunk." You give him a guilty expression. You want to give in to his pleads so bad but a part of you doesn't want to do something he'll regret as something he did without thinking clearly. After all, you two have never actually.. fucked eachother before.

He groans, only gripping your waist tighter, his other hand now up your shirt, tugged onto the lining of your bra.

"I'm not gonna ask again." He says sternly, looking you dead in the eye as you roll in your lip, your head turning away from his, your eyes nervously looking away.

Then, he grips your jaw, directing it to his face. "Please. Let me make everything up to you." He says softly, pressing small kisses onto your collarbone. You sigh, suddenly that side of you is gone because the other part of you that wanted to give in to him was suddenly winning as you lift your head up, closing your eyes as you let him kiss you on your neck. 

"Fuck it." You chuckle lightly as he grins wide, now pressing hard onto your lips, kissing you with everything he's got as he lays you on the bed on top of you.