𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Eyes Don't Lie| Smut| Request

AN: I got asked to write a smut from Leon's POV, and I also wanted to write something cute and fluffy, so here's the outcome!

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Leon's POV: 

I've always wore my heart on my sleeve, even when everyone around me have tried to shape me into something strong and unfeeling. After Raccoon City I tried to hide my emotions away, the losses and betrayals broke me, but somehow I found myself still going and caring about the smallest of things. The military training forced upon me only made me realise that nothing would ever be the same again, and my naivety was something I needed to work on, yet I still tried to look for the best in people. Even after more deaths on my conscience and betrayals coming from unexpected places, I still never learnt to stop feeling. I couldn't trust actions anymore, so I found another way to find my faith in humanity. I stopped looking at the knives aiming at my back, and started looking at the truth in people's eyes. 

Eyes were always said to be the windows to the soul, not that I've ever understood what that meant until recently. I didn't listen to pretty words disguised as lies, or watch as someone would smile whilst plotting against me. I instead seeked the truth of someone in their eyes. Eyes don't lie, nobody can ever truly hide themselves completely- eyes always have ways of showing the best and worst in people. My newfound skill aided me in the field, I'd gotten better at reading people and knowing what they were truly feeling, I could work with that better than putting myself on the line first and then only getting hurt because of it. 

It also made me realise just how in love I was with my girlfriend. I already worshipped the ground she walked on, she accepted me for who I am and understood me in ways nobody else ever had, but finally I began to notice her more. It was like the clouds parting from the sun, revealing Y/N in all her ethereal beauty. We were already connected by something deeper than love, it'd always felt like we were made to match each other, but now I was beginning to truly see just how in tune we were together. 

Y/N's always been expressive, it's something I've secretly admired since it's given me a chance to feel okay about feeling, I've never had to hide my joy or sadness from her since she equally feels harder than anyone too, she makes me feel confident in myself, at home I don't have to suppress anything, she's the embodiment of freedom. Combining her expressiveness with my newfound strategy, I picked up on the smallest, most trivial yet amazing hints at Y/N's moods and feelings. 

When she's sleepy, Y/N's eyes take on a certain softness, a vulnerability she shows to only me as her eyelids grow heavier. I watch as she rubs her eyes, fighting off sleep whilst she's working on something or finishing a movie. She'll blink more than usual, her pretty eyelashes fluttering as she adorably glances at me, knowing that at any minute I'll scoop her up and take her to bed, tucking her in softly and protecting her whilst she dozes. Her eyes take on a shimmer too, as she gazes up at me from her usual spot on my chest, it always makes my breath catch, knowing that this stunning and magnetic woman trusts me to hold her close and stay with her during the most special hours of the night. 

When Y/N gets sad, it's always obvious. She can't hide her woes from me, and as much as I hate seeing her upset, I know that it's better than holding the grief in or turning away from me. Her eyes become glassy, they go a little red and her brows tend to draw together, don't even get me started on the lip wobble, every damn time my heart squeezes seconds before she sniffles and begins to cry. I'll forever be there to wipe her tears and remind her that crying isn't a weakness, and how sadness is just part of life. I make it my personal mission to make the sadness last only as long as it needs to- it's essential, but that doesn't mean it needs to overcome the other amazing things too. I wrap my arms around her, holding her together piece by piece for as long as she needs me to, I'll do anything to bring back the smile that makes my heart flutter like a damn teenager. I buy her flowers and chocolates when her eyes begin to look distant and unfocused, I present them to her with a bow, making her laugh as I crack a ridiculous joke I've learnt on the way home from the store. I hate the sadness in her eyes when I leave for a mission, but knowing it'll be gone when I come back makes it all worth it.