After China all Leon wanted to do was get back to your apartment and melt into your bed. He had once again, stopped a massive bio-terror attack and the only thing on his mind was coming home to the one person he knew would be waiting on him, you.
It took longer than he wanted but eventually there he stood, in front of your door. He fished for his keys before unlocking the door. Once he was inside he kicked his shoes off, haphazardly throwing his things around the walkway into your apartment. With heavy footsteps he slowly scoped the place out, looking for any sign of you. Eventually he made his way into your bedroom and there you were, sleeping peacefully holding a pillow with his shirt on it.
He didn't bother taking his clothes off, showering, or even taking any of his gear off. He gently plopped down next to you in your bed, which caused you to stir. He pulled the pillow from your arms and pulled you into a tight embrace, breathing deeply as he took in the sweet scent that was you.
"God, I missed you." He whispered into the disheveled mess that was your hair. Holding you close to his body he started gently placing lingering kisses on your neck, face, just anywhere he could press his lips to your skin. Which slowly caused your eyes to flutter open. Dazed and exhausted you open your eyes to see a dirty, battered Leon. You quickly regained yourself, almost tackling him and an even tighter embrace. "Leon! Oh my god when did you get home?" You manage to get out in between smothering him with affection, small pecks cover his face even if most of them landed on his lips.
"Maybe thirty minutes ago, I didn't want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful." He replied softly, his voice hoarse. He slowed your affection down, burying his face into your neck with a deep sigh. "Can we just sit like this? Please? I'm so worn out." He murmured into your neck, still placing lingering kisses on your skin.
"Of course we can handsome. Just relax." You reply softly, holding him closer to your body. Sure he stunk, he had the stench of death and 36 year old man b.o on him, but he was home. That's all that mattered. "Here, let's at least get you into some clean clothes m'kay? I'm sure you want to get out these nasty ones." You offer softly, finishing your words with a small kiss to the side of his head.
"Yeah, you're probably right. If I'm gonna change I should also shower, just so I can sleep in more tomorrow morning." Leon mumbled into your skin before reluctantly pulling away from the safety of your embrace. He got up slowly with a few grunts and winces as he rolled out his tired muscles before walking into the bathroom attached to your bedroom. He began to peel his clothes off his skin, his body battered and bruised from his last mission.
You watched from your spot on the bed, your eyes glued to the way his muscles moved under his skin, even doing something as simple as undressing he was nothing short of a masterpiece. You did your best to keep from staring too long but god, was he beautiful. Suddenly you hear him chuckle under his breath, a small smirk gracing his lips as he looked at you through the mirror. The look on your face gave away every little thought going on in your head.
"You know, if you wanted a closer look all you have to do is ask." He said to you, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face. You on the other hand turned a billion different shades of red after being caught red handed. "You know, I think we should shower together. I missed you too much to let a shower keep me from you." He added as he disappeared behind the wall to turn the shower on. Without hesitation you got up and made your way to the bathroom, shedding your clothes in the process.
