Resident Evil Preferences And Imagines

Leon Kennedy Imagine #1

*You wake up to Leon making you breakfast*

Bacon. You smell bacon.

Shifting yourself so that you're propped up on an elbow, you read the bedside clock.

'12: 43'

You mutter a quiet "shit" and hoist yourself out of bed, limbs still weak with sleep. Thank god it's your day off otherwise you'd be as good as dead.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you hobble out of the bedroom door and follow the mouth-watering smell of food. All you need is food. Just anything to give you energy. Your eyes are sore and your stomach is heavy with emptiness. You feel like a zombie.

Legs still a little wobbly, you stumble into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Leon's bare, muscular back and creeping up behind him to latch onto it. You peek over his shoulder, being welcomed to the sight of him frying eggs in one pan and bacon in another. Seeing Leon cook is a pretty big deal for you since it's very rare he does. On the abnormal occasion that he's in the kitchen knocking something up, the final product usually ends up setting off the smoke alarm or dropped on the floor. He does like to make an effort though, well, when he can be bothered.

"Food," You croak helplessly and Leon just lets out a soft chuckle, enjoying the sensation of your tousled hair against his bare skin.

"Go back to bed," He says simply and moves one hand behind him to squeeze your waist.

"Foooood," You begin to mewl and claw against his back.

"I'll give it to you in bed,"

"But-"

"No buts. Go. To. Bed." He glances at your sleepy expression from over his shoulder and gives your hair a quick ruffle before you turn back around, beginning your journey back to the bedroom.

As you climb back into bed, you curl your feet up as much as you can since they've become cold from walking around on the kitchen tiles. Your stomach rumbles and your eyes begin to droop but you refuse to shut them for the promise of breakfast.

You stay in this position for a good five minutes before a shuffling of feet, smell of food and rattling cutlery makes you sit up straight against the cushions with your mouth open in anticipation.

"Someone's ready," Leon's deep voice greets you as he places the tray carefully onto your awaiting lap and crawls onto the bed to join you.

You don't speak but give him a look that says it all. After taking a deep breath, you begin to chomp down on your feast; non-stop. You munch eagerly and hungrily like you haven't been fed for days, Leon watching with an amused expression.

Within minutes, the bacon is gone, the sausage is gone, the egg is gone, everything is gone. You push the tray to the end of the bed and tiredly flop back onto the pillow, angling yourself so that you can bury your face into it. You relish in its coolness and soon feel a wave of drowsy bliss roll over you. Leon laughs and strokes your hair lovingly.

"Oh man, I love you," He mumbles against your head of messy hair and places a gentle kiss against it.

There's a gentle rattle as he places the tray on the floor. You feel around for Leon's face and bring it down next to yours, both smiling at eachother. Locking hands under the covers, you both cuddle up together, Leon resting his forehead against yours. With a content sigh, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and closes his eyes, savouring the steady beat of your pulse.

This is how he loves to see you. Messy bed hair. Sleepy eyes. Croaky voice. A vision of loveliness. No one could ever compare to you. After all, you saved him.