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Normally, you wouldn't really think to watch Leon train. Obviously you'd pop by with a bottle water or a clean towel if you could, trying to be a supportive husband and all, but besides that you mostly walked past the in-home gym since it had little to no use for you at your big age, leon on the other hand prided himself on being strong, having the upper hand in most situations, especially close combat was crucial in his field of work.
You thought maybe as Leon mellowed out, and grew older, he'd let up on all the gym stuff so he could give his bones a break, but nope, he stayed persistent, rarely missing a day, not that you could complain... That being said, it wasn't fully unpleasant watching him do his thing. Usually he'd just be running on the treadmill trying to work on his stamina, lifting some weights, or training with the punching bag. And today, he just so happens to be using the bag, and you were around to watch.
Before he does anything, Leon slips off his ring and tosses it to you, for safekeeping. "you know have pockets, right?"
"Oh, really? Never noticed," walking back over to the equipment, "now watch and learn, rookie,". He starts off with a couple of light warm-up hits, letting himself get comfortable. He's already sweating from the previous workout, his exposed arms glistening in the light. Somewhere in the middle of speeding up, he moves his soaked shirt over his head, taking it off, and letting it hit the floor.
"Pretty sure you're just giving the zombies more meat to bite with all these workouts."
"Well, if they could get their grubby hands on me then yeah." He huffs out jokingly, briefly glancing over at you. It takes a while before he starts fully swinging at it, the stand creaking loudly with each punch, right until the bag falls on its back from the final kick, landing against the floor with a thud. "Guess I still got it," he moves back over to you, sitting down on the bench beside you with a little smirk on his face.
"Alright, show off," you step from the wall to position yourself in front of him, taking the towel and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "your skin looks better..." The surface is smooth and even, completely different from last month. He guides your hand from his shoulder to his cheek, as if telling you exactly where to love him, the prickly stubble brushing against your palm. you use your free hand to wipe the hair stuck to his forehead away from his eyes.
"Yeah, remember I had that big spot right here," Leon pulls your hand onto the side of his neck, circling the area with your fingers, letting them linger before he drops them. he lets his voice lower to a whisper as he stands, seemingly trying to be romantic, "but hey, I'm still alive... and I'm all yours."
"Hey, at least take a shower first." You cover his lips before he gets to lean in any further.
"Damn, not even a peck?"
"Leon."
"Okay, okay, I'll go wash my ass."