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Your legs that were wrapped around his waist slowly lower back onto the bed. With a small sigh, you let yourself relax fully after the intense orgasm.
Leon's eyes are closed, his lips ajar as he pants, both of his hands still under your head. Once he looks at you with those clear, bright eyes, you smile.
"My god," you chuckle faintly, one hand resting on your stomach, the other still holding his shoulder. He's so close that despite the intimate moment you have just shared, you can feel your arousal creeping back in.
Instead of replying, he leans even closer, his lips pressing against yours. Compared to the kisses you shared a few minutes ago, this one is slow. Tender, delicate, like he's being cautious.
Both of your hands cup his face, his stubble gently scratching at your skin. As he pulls away, you run your thumb over his lower lip. "You good?"
"Never been better," Leon replies and carefully starts pulling out of you, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Laying there, you can't help but appreciate how fucking gorgeous this man is.
You sit up, and he immediately lowers you back down onto the mattress. "Stay here, I'll clean you up." He murmurs, pressing a small kiss onto your jawline.
"Alright, alright," you sigh and watch him walk away. This week has been exhausting, full of stress, so this was a great outlet for it all. Finally, your shoulders, along with your neck, don't feel as tense as they did. You feel fully relaxed, not a worry in mind. Even if it's just a moment, it's one of the best.
The sound of floorboards creaking under his feet pulls you out of your bliss. "How's my girl feeling?" he asks softly, strolling over to you with a damp towel in hand.
"Mm.. Just perfect," you smile at him warmly. He gently spreads your legs, the sight almost makes you purr. Leon makes sure to not press the towel too roughly against your sensitive skin, trying to clean it thoroughly.
"I'll bring you some water," he announces and turns to leave.
"I can do it myself," you protest, even if your legs feel too weak to hold you up when you decide to stand.
"I know, but I want to take care of you tonight." Hearing that, you just huff and look up at the ceiling. Stubborn.
After making sure that you get some water into your system, he lays down next to you. Without thinking about it much, you shuffle closer to him, one arm going over his waist.
Both of you just lay there in comfortable silence, letting yourselves enjoy the peace. He's never failed at making you feel safe and loved. Despite all the states he's seen you in, that look of adoration which he gave you never disappeared or subsided.
You let out a sigh accompanied by your head resting against his bare chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat reaches your ears, reminding you of how close the two of you are. How special, strong your bond is.
Leon's hand goes to the back of your head, those fingers of his play around with your hair and scratch at your scalp. All your attempts at keeping your eyes open are futile.
It's impossible not to feel sleepy. He's right beside you, keeping you warm and safe after giving you the best orgasm of your whole life.
"I'll make us some nice breakfast tomorrow," Leon whispered in a raspy voice, his own eyes now closed. His hand lowers onto your back, drawing invisible patterns on it. With his free hand, he grabs below your knee and brings it over his own legs. That hand stays on the side of your thigh.
All you can reply with is a hum when sleep pulls you away from reality.
"I love you," Leon adds, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.