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Branches scrape against your bedroom window in the thunderous rain, waking you up from your near comatose state. You tap your phone to check the time and you groan, tossing and turning in your bed to try and get comfortable again.
2:54 AM
In your delirious state, the branches begin to make a deep smacking sound against the window and you snap your head up, glaring at the window. As you plot in your head about where the nearest available hacksaw to cut down the trees within the vicinity of your window is, you hear the door latch being fiddled with, followed by the slightest bit of shuffling in the living room.
Shit, did you even lock the latch?
You struggle to think as the gears in your brain only just begin to turn again, still dizzy from waking up so abruptly.
You hear soft footsteps in the hallway leading to the bedroom and your body goes into panic mode, your ears filling with static. Your eyes widen and your body becomes rigid as you hear the footsteps grow just slightly louder.
You snap yourself out of it and fumble under the pillow for the .9 mm glock kept under the pillow, and a regrettably somewhat dull Kabar combat knife to strap to your thigh.
Damn, you really gotta stay on top of your shit.
As you place your feet on the floor, the door creaks open slightly.
You feel your heartbeat in your ears as your heartbeat quickens, turning off the safety of the gun and pointing it to the door, blinking rapidly to steady your blurry vision and aim at the new man-made crack.
Before you can even get a word out, a blue eye and locks of dirty blonde hair peek through the crevice of the door.
Your stance falters as you hear a familiar chuckle grace your ears, goosebumps forming on your arms.
“Woah…ma’am, I’m sorry, but I don’t think waking someone up warrants being shot.” Leon jokes with a raspy voice, his smiling face fully coming into frame. You drop the gun on the bed and stumble towards him, feeling your eyes grow watery.
You swing the door open and he straightens out in the hallway, eyebrows furrowed. He's wearing a tight, dark blue t-shirt that displays his probably d-cup titties and black combat pants that show off his sculpted thighs.
He looks at you confused before you throw yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your head into his pillowy chest. Almost immediately, you feel his firm, muscular arms wrap around your waist, sharing his warmth with you. You tighten your arms around him as he does the same to your waist.
You both stand there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s presence before he removes an arm from your waist and you feel rough fingers tapping gently on the back of your head.
One last whiff of him is taken before you lift your head to look up at him. Immediately, his thumb goes to your bottom lip and his other fingers slightly splay out under, holding your chin up. He grins, but you can’t help but frown at his cracked lips.
“Hey, princess.” You unlatch an arm from his neck and rub a finger to his lips, feeling the patches of dry skin and frowning.
“You need some chapstick.” You mutter out, voice still deep from your recent slumber. You unlatch yourself from Leon to shuffle for the nightstand.
Leon lets out a laugh and puts his hands on your waist, steadying you as he walks at your pace.
You squeeze some Aquaphor onto your finger and turn to Leon, putting a hand on his shoulder and carefully spreading it onto his lips evenly.
“Hey.” You grumble and squint at him. You ignore his chuckle and comment of calling you his little gremlin. He says this endearingly, you can only presume. “Stop smiling, it’s annoying to put this on.”
He lets out a small laugh before leaning in and dropping a soft kiss on your nose. You can’t stop the small smile that grows on your face, even as you wipe off the small bit of lip balm on your nose.
He brings you back in for a hug, wanting to feel your warmth again. He rubs his hands along your back, down to your hip, and slyly down to your thigh. You feel him shift ever-so-slightly before his chest begins to vibrate and he leans back a bit to run his eyes down your body.
“You really put this on,” he gestures towards the knife. “grabbed the gun, and aimed it at the door in the span of like 10 seconds?” He asks, laughing quietly. He leans down and fingers the width of the strap, back and forth, switching directions as he makes contact with your skin.
“I’m so proud of you…” he pretends to wipe away a tear. You blink at him a few times, your facial expression morphing into a blank stare. He grins at you, his smile unwavering.
Eventually, you crack and offer a small laugh, slapping gently at his chest and leaving your palm on him.
He wraps his hand over yours and begins drumming his fingers gently on your hip with his other hand, admiring the portion of your thigh spilling out from the straps for a few moments before detaching the knife and setting it aside on the nightstand.
You hear a low whistle before he finally removes the knife holster and strap from your thigh, setting it down next to the knife, still chuckling a bit.
He runs his fingers along the indents left on your thigh from the tight strap, a low frequency vibrating from Leon's chest as he caresses them. He gives your upper thigh a soft squeeze as he bites his lip, smiling.
Embarrassed, you try to turn away to hide the fact that your face is heating up.
Leon lets out a content sigh as he puts his hands on your waist again, stopping you from moving away. He stares at you, a smile growing on his face. His eyes dart around your face, as if studying your features.
He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, one hand moving up to caress your cheek and rubbing circles with his thumb. His other hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, pushing you forward and pressing into him.
After a few seconds he breaks the kiss to lean his forehead on yours, smiling.
“So, um, how are you?” He asks, both hands sliding up and down your body, fingers drumming along. He gently squeezes your hips when he reaches them before continuing the cycle.
You blink at him for a few moments, gesturing at the alarm clock. He offers a sheepish smile in return.
You typically admire his socially awkward tendencies, and tonight was no different, but you really just wanted to lay back down and allow his breathing to lull you back to sleep.
You point to the bed, already moving towards your cushiony wonderland. You vaguely feel yourself reaching for his arm and gripping it, pulling you with him. You hear him let out a sharp breath through his nose before feeling him move along with you.
He pauses to take his pants off, revealing plaid boxers.
Leon removes his shirt as well, revealing a beautiful, well defined v-line and abs. You scan his body, admiring the sandy trail of hair leading down below his boxers, and let out a low whistle.
"Hey, my eyes are up here, sweetheart." He says, lifting your chin with his finger. You roll your eyes but let out a sharp breath through your nose with a little smile.
You admire his blue eyes, now crinkled and shiny, leaning forward to press a small kiss to the corner of his lips.
He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of your lips on him once again after months apart.
He abruptly lifts you up, arms under your knees and back, before laying down and placing you on his left side.
You wiggle around in bed, garnering a laugh from him, before comfortably nuzzling into his neck. Your body was on top of his bicep, and you threw an arm around him to rest your wrist on his shoulder.
You continue to lay on his left side, steadying your breathing with his, and place small kisses on his neck.
“Welcome back, Leon.” You mumble, already falling back asleep.
You hear Leon sigh before he places a hand around your waist and kisses your temple, feeling the smile on his lips. He rubs up and down your waist soothingly.
“Great to be back, Chip.” You can only offer a sigh at his cheesy remarks, choosing to allow sleep to completely take over. It's something you can deal with in the morning. "You know, you forgot to lock the latch. What would you have done if I wasn't the intruder?" He tilts his head down to you and you look up to see him frowning. He squeezes you with his hand out of worry.
You make a displeased groan in your throat, biting and licking his neck, leaving little marks.
"I knew you were coming back tonight anyway." You argue before you continue to mark him.
Out of sheer tiredness, all he can offer is a chuckle and to tighten his hold on you, sighing again.
You both mutter words of affection and soft praises, moving to be as close together as humanly possible.
And with that, you both doze off, reunited and in each other’s embrace.