𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Snowstorms and Surprises| Request

AN: I received a request for an older Leon imagine, so in this one Leon is Y/N's older neighbour, and one night during a snowstorm when the power goes out, their bubbling feelings finally overspill. 
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I huff and puff as I finally manage to make it to the fourth floor of the building I'll be calling home, the heavy boxes wobble in my arms as I stumble down the hall and towards my new apartment. The moving process has been pretty easy so far, especially considering I've done most of it without anyone else's help, but these final boxes seem hellbent on ruining a perfect move in. I grit my teeth, squeezing the bottom box of books harder just as the cardboard begins to rip. I freeze, the three other boxes towering in front of me wobble and rustle as the contents shift, any second now they're going to split too, and all my treasured and extremely private smutty books are going to landslide all over the floor, displaying my nightly reading habits to my new neighbours. I step forwards hesitantly, holding my breath as the bottom box rips just a little more, I dare another step, but then the other three boxes dip, now slipping to rest against my forehead as I headbutt then to keep them supported. 

I somehow reach my front door successfully, I reach out a foot to swing the door open since I left it unlocked for the two minutes I was gone, but the door doesn't budge. I stiffen, mind trying to recall if I really did leave it unlocked or...or if I locked behind me without thinking. As if conjuring them up, my keys dig into the back pockets of my jeans, teasing me as the boxes now look like a replica of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Sweat drips down my spine as I contemplate whether to try set the boxes down without causing more damage, or whether to try and jiggle the boxes with my knee as I reach for my keys. Thankfully, a third option appears in the form of my handsome, much older neighbour opening his door. For a second I'm star struck by his shining dark hair and dazzling blue eyes peering through the crack of his door, but then he struts out, smile widening as his brows raise in amusement. My cheeks flame in embarrassment as he scans me from head to toe, then he leans against the doorframe, looking incredibly sexy as he finally speaks. 

"You look like you need a hand." He points out, chuckling after as I swallow, I open and close my mouth, some explanation on the tip of my tongue, but as his grin grows, my brain short circuits. 

"Please. Could you grab my keys for me?" I ask, tilting my ass towards him without thinking. On any normal day I'd be mortified and would immediately be looking for a whole new city to run to, but I'm tired and not thinking clearly, and I'm kind of desperate, plus there's no way in hell I'm letting the older man know I read about characters like him in my search for the perfect man- fictional or not, I know he's out there. The man's eyes widen in shock as my words finally process, his eyes make a point of staring at my ass, but then he clears his throat as his Adam's apple works overtime and looks back up to me. 

"They're uh, in there?" He asks, pointing at my back pocket, and the obvious bulk which is my keys. I nod with a hum of agreement, side stepping away from my door as I full on wiggle at him. My mind clearly hasn't awoken from its shutdown as the man hesitates then comes closer, he reaches out a hand, thumb and finger pinching thin air before he swiftly sticks his hands into my back pockets and plucks out my keys, it's quick and over within seconds, and he was gentleman enough not to try grab a handful of my ass either, but I still reel back in shock at what I've just asked him to do. My jaw drops as he nudges me out of the way and kindly unlocks my door for me, swinging it open to reveal my bare and unpacked apartment. "Do you want to, uh...here, sweetheart." He mumbles, bringing the keys to my mouth. I lean forwards, grabbing them with my mouth as his finger accidentally brushes my teeth. I can't talk, but I make a noise that resembles a thanks before rushing into my apartment and kicking the door closed after me, heart beating rapidly as the boxes finally split, my steamy paperbacks scatter all over the floor as I hear the neighbour's door close seconds later.