Cleon - One Shots/AUs

Apple picking

Summary: Leon and Claire go apple picking together!

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married!

"How does this dress look?" Claire questioned her husband, spinning around and smiling brightly. "You're such a beautiful girl." Leon chuckled, nodding his head at what she was wearing. He was checking her out, everything about her was eye grabbing. "This one better than the beige one?" "Most definitely." Leon confirmed. Claire was now wearing a white dress with red trim as the bottom and top, the sleeves were short yet ruffled, and it was a V neck dress.

"I'm glad you think so, definitely fits my form better." Claire muttered to herself, looking back into the full-length mirror, admiring herself. Claire had always felt confident in her body, ever since college. In her eyes, you can't love somebody if you hate yourself. She's grown to accept herself for whom she is, whether it be for her body, looks or personality, she's grown to love it all. Leon helped her a lot with that too, even more than she was before they met.

"What are you gonna wear?" Claire asked her husband, stepping to him. Leon was leaned up against their bedroom door, he was also quite tall and slender, he towered over Claire, she was a few inches shorter than him. "Probably just a t shirt and pants, but I'll let you choose if that's what you want baby." Leon said, moving his hand to her arm, stroking it softly, her nerves felt calmer. "Thank you, your sense of fashion is atrocious." "Aw, why thank you." Leon joked, tightening his grip on her arm for a sec, making her pull it away with a giggle.

The couple always teased each other, it was basically their love language. Especially for Leon, he has a hard time expressing his love through being genuinely lovey, so he usually just teases her, jokes with her or touches her, he's a affectionate man physically, it's even better because Claire is too, even more than him. Their relationship is built solely on the fact they respect one another, and treat each other as equals, which is how they've lasted this long. The two of them feel as though they were made for each other.

"Ill find you some clothes baby, can you go start the car?" Claire questioned, gradually walking backwards towards their walk-in closet. "Yes, I can. Be right back." Leon stated, convoying out of their bedroom, and downstairs, then to their shared vehicle. They did own two seperate ones, but they usually take Leon's car if they're going places together. It's quite fancy actually, Leon spent a good amount of bank on it.

"Okay, clothes..." Claire whispered to herself, reaching her arm up and turning on the closet light. Leon didn't own much for clothes, but just enough to get by. Why do men always own little to no attire? Claire flicked through his shirts, specifically the ones that were hung up. She seen a tight, gray long sleeve shirt and immediately knew it was the one. "I haven't seen him wear this in a while, makes him look even hotter." Claire bit her lip, grasping the shirt and tossing it onto their queen sized bed.

"Now for pants..." Claire uttered to herself once more, sliding open his dresser and skimming through what little jeans he had. It was supposed to be a breezy, chilly day out, despite the sun already shining away. The area they lived in tended to switch up on the forecast. As of right now though, it's simply just warm out, so the perfect temperature. There was a pair of regular blue jeans that Leon does often wear, but Claire loves them on him, so of course she chose them. "His butt is great in these." She joked to herself, tossing them onto the bed with the shirt she picked out.

Ambling out of the closet, Claire shut the light off and closed the door to the small, encased room, making sure it was tight. Leon showed up into the room again, he instantly glared down at the bed, viewing the casual outfit Claire had chosen for him. "Is that what I'll be wearing?" Leon asked, chuckling to himself, his arm slithering behind her slim waist. "Mhm, so you better go put it on babe." Claire giggled to herself, hitting the bed a few times almost as if to say "Get to it."