Violetta One Shots!

336 hours (Leonesca) /95/

I'm a mess who writes Leonesca wayyyyyyy tooooooo muchhhh. But anyway, you know you love it as well ❤️ Okay this is for... @Lexy_VLover  Unless somebody else requested it.

LEON POV

I turn over in my bed, half awake and half asleep. I touch the spot next to me and find it empty. My eyes shoot open and I sigh when I see nobody in the bed next to me, the bed still pressed in from when she was here. I sit up on the edge of the bed, and run a hand through my brown hair. I exhale deeply before getting up, not bothering to put on a shirt, but decided to stay in my tracksuit pants.

I walk out the bedroom and to the kitchen. Sure enough she was there, sitting at the table, a coffee mug in hand as she slowly sipped from it. She twirled a lock her raven black hair between her fingers. I walk over to her silently, and kissed her neck softly.

"Morning, there are no mugs left. You'll have to wash one," She informs me and I nod, placing one more kiss on her neck.

She lets out a breath and I smile. I walk over to the sink and look for a coffee mug. I notice the one that she had had last night. Her red lipstick stain still clear against the white.

"I don't want to wash to this one," I call and she turns to me with a look of confusion plastered across her face. "Last night, was our night," I pause to smile at her red tinted cheeks, "and I want to keep it like this. Maybe I'll wash the inside, but I won't touch the outside,"

She smiles at my goofiness ; -wanting to not wash a coffee mug because of a lipstick stain-, and I put the mug aside. I take another one and wash it with some washing  liquid. After I've wiped it, I proceed to make the coffee. I walk back to her and nuzzle my nose in the crook of her neck, placing kisses on some places.

"Leon," She drags, weakly trying to push me away. I smirk against her neck.

"Francesca," I mock her kissing her collarbone.

She eventually manages to push me away and I smile at her goofily. I move away to make my coffee and come back a minute later. I take a seat next to her and I connect our hands, and put them on the table. I rub my thumb over her knuckles gently.

"You look so happy," Francesca comments and I chuckle raising my eyebrow.

"What's so wrong with being happy?" I ask her amused.

"Well you just aren't always so happy, you know, in a light mood," She says and I shrug.

"Well I'm in a good mood because you are now mine," I say and she laughs lightly.

She leans over and kisses my cheek. Her lips lingering there for a few seconds, before she pulls away. We finish our coffees in a comfortable silence, left to our own thoughts. Every minute I would just glance to my side to make sure she was still there, it seemed like a dream to me.

Francesca and I had been friends for a while -two months and twenty one days-, ever since we had bumped into each other at the animal shelter. And now, she was finally my girlfriend. I smiled to myself giddily, as I remembered when she had returned the I Like You, that I had admitted the night before.

It had started out like a normal movie night, coffee, popcorn, and the movie. But then I confessed, and well, it became the best night of my life.

"Can we go sit on the couch," Francesca asks quietly.

I nod and take her delicate hand in mine, and lead her towards the couch. She walks slowly behind me, hesitantly. I sit down on the couch and pull her down into my lap. Her body leans against mine, and her face in the crook of my neck. I got butterflies each time she would exhale, as she blows onto my neck. It kinda tickled.