𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Love's Light| Request

AN: I had a request where Leon gets back from his mission in Spain and reader and him begin to get intimate, until his mind turns him off and he just can't get things going. I've made it so in the end nothing overly smutty happens♡

---------------------------------------------------------

The sun has long disappeared from the day, but I still sit near the window looking out into the street, eagerly awaiting the return of my boyfriend. He's been in Spain, on some kind of top secret mission he couldn't tell me about, but I don't mind not knowing, the only thing I care about is that he's okay and comes back to me at the end of it all.

I bring my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. I've been so lonely this past week, and whilst I can usually cope on my own as Leon goes to work, for some reason I've just really needed his comforting presence recently, I crave him so much.

The minutes tick by until I finally see his bike pull up outside. I smile to myself, anticipation running through my veins as I stand and wait for him to come in. I feel like an excited puppy, so eager to finally be reunited with the one who makes me feel whole. I wait and wait, feeling like an eternity has passed until the keys jingle in the door, it's followed by the creak of the hinges as Leon steps inside the apartment. I grin, hands clasped together, waiting until he greets me, but instead I see that this won't be like our usual reunion.

His shoulders are slumped with exhaustion, and I can see his brows are more furrowed than usual. It tells me everything I need to know- his mission wasn't a good one.

"Hey handsome," I greet, deciding to take charge as I smile at him gently, he closes the door and turns to me, "Are you okay?" I regret asking as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

Leon sighs heavily, as if the weight of his mission is hanging heavy on him, and now that he's home and back with me he can finally be himself. He doesn't have to be strong or cool here, he can just be Leon S. Kennedy, the sweet and caring man I love. Leon shakes his head, running a hand through his hair as he kicks off his shoes and comes over to me, ruffling my chair before slumping on the sofa.

Yeah, it's bad.

"I don't know how I feel. It's been...it's been tough." He replies, his voice strained as if he's barely keeping himself together. "This mission almost killed me. Hey baby, don't worry I'm okay now." He adds at my terrified expression. I let out a shaky breath as I walk over to him, then sit next to him, my hand reaches out for his, squeezing it as if to reassure him I'm here.

"I'm glad you're back, and that you're physically okay." I sympathetically say, knowing that we both understand that I know he's not doing well mentally. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask.

Leon shakes his head, but his eyes find mine and I'm sure his eyebrows lift just the tiniest bit, like he's just barely beginning to relax. "Just having you here with me is enough." He murmurs. I nod, giving him a comforting smile, but I still can't help but to notice the tension lingering on his face, the mission still bringing him down to the depths of despair, and I don't know if I can jump in and save him from it.

So I try to pull him back up before he can reach rock bottom.

I lean in close, pressing my lips to his and pouring in all the love and affection I can to show him there's still something good in his life, and that love is light. At first Leon's lips hardly move with mine, like he's fighting himself to keep this going, but then the kiss deepens, the tension slowly being replaced with warmth and a burning desire.

With a deep groan Leon's arms wrap around me, pulling me onto his lap until I'm straddling him, and our tongues are dancing together. It all seems so heated and perfect, until Leon suddenly stiffens, going dead still, then he peels his mouth away, turning his head so I can't see the anguish there.

"Leon," I whisper, reaching out to cup his jaw and turn his head back to me, his eyes are downcast as I lick my lips, "talk to me." I add, voice laced with worry.

His jaw clenches as he works it, internally debating if he should be honest or try be strong for me, but in the end he gives in. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper, "I want to do this, I really do, but I'm just not in a good place right now, I can't seem to get out of my own head, and the memories..." his breath shakes as I shush him, pressing my forehead to his.

My heart aches at the sight of him so vulnerable and hurt, so I press another lighter kiss to his lips. "It's okay, you don't have to do anything for me, let's just be close, yeah?" I softly suggest. It's an idea I've brought up numerous times but we haven't had to chance to try it yet. Leon looks hesitant, but then nods, already reaching for his tee and fly.

I strip off, but then slip his tee over my head, then I climb back onto his lap, feeling him soft still. I bite my lip, grinding my wetness against him before lifting onto my knees, sheathing him inside of me. I clench around him, but then don't move until he's in all the way. After, I flop against his bare chest, my fingers tracing the scars and marks as his arms embrace me. We're as close as can be without actually doing anything, and it feels safe.

We stay there, with him inside of me, for a while, not speaking or acting, but just enjoying each other's presence and love, in a form of intimate healing.