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Domestic Cravings
Domestic Cravings
Leon comes home early from a mission and stays determined not to wake you by going to his apartment instead of yours. When greeted with a more than pleasant surprise heâs unable to stop himself from asking the big question.Â
Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic)Â
Word Count: 2k (a little over)Â
Fluff, fluff, fluff !!!Â
A/N: Sometimes I donât write angst. Sometimes. Anyway, I guess you could consider this a Valentine's Day present. Personally, I hate the holiday, but I do love to treat others. Enjoy!Â
Leon sighed, the weight of his most recent mission weighing heavily on his shoulders. All things considered things went smoothly and everything wrapped up into a nice little bow earlier than expected. He was scheduled to be there for the next two days, but he ran into one of those rare circumstances where he made it back early.Â
As he looked at the door handle to his front door he seriously debated his most recent plan to retreat to the solitude of his own apartment. This isnât where he wanted to be. He wanted to experience the warmth of your doorway. He wanted to crawl into your bed and find comfort in your embrace. But it was so late and the sun basically just set and you had to have been asleep. Not to mention heâd probably be throwing a wrench in your plans for the next day and the last thing he wanted was to be seen as a burden.Â
So, selflessly Leon opened the front door. The apartment was cold as he disregarded his heavy duffel bag to the side. He shut and locked the door behind him as he kicked off his boots, too tired to be bothered to put them away just then. He ran his hand down his face as he sauntered into the kitchen. Exhaustion felt like an understatement, as his limbs felt heavy as he headed towards the fridge. The bright light caused him to squint as he was greeted to the sight of a fully stocked fridge. He smiled knowing that you had already started taking care of the little things for him. He grabbed the carton of orange juice before shutting the door.Â
It really only made things harder as he set the carton on the kitchen island as he grabbed a glass. He had a key and he was always more than welcome, he lived there just as much as he lived here, if not more so. You have been dating for a year and had gotten the big three words out and expressed your love whenever and wherever it came about. Rather it be just an exchange of the sentiment via words or actions, he knew you loved him. He knew that you truly, deeply, genuinely loved him. You saw the good and the bad and still adored him. He couldnât make any sense of it, but humans are creatures who are always harsher on themselves than on others.Â
Your apartment always felt so homey and inviting, granted that could have just been because it was considerably smaller, but he digresses. He spent more time there than he did in the luxury suite that was located on the finer side of town. Big tall windows that allowed natural light in easily, a view of the city that âjustifiedâ the rent prices. In all honesty he only chose to live here due to the fact that it was so close to the office. Even though he wondered why he even bothered being close to the office when he woke up in your bed most days anyway.Â
Pouring his drink he started to really consider why you still remained in two separate housing units. Truth be told he never asked you to move in. He supposed you couldâve asked, but it wasnât in your nature. You werenât one to ask someone to pack up their life and throw everything away to be with you. He would in a heartbeat, there wouldnât be a second thought about it; but it all goes back to people being harsher on themselves than other people. That and the fact that his work played a big factor in everything that Leon does. He was constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Finishing his drink with huge gulps he was unsure if you were even willing to give your place up. It was your first apartment and the rent wasnât too bad- all things considered- your landlord was tolerable and neighbors were friendly enough. The walls were paper thin and the unit needed a multitude of repairs. Long story short, the place was old, Leon has had a number of things redone there; in fact the first thing he did was replace the locks. He was trying to talk you into a whole security system, but you shut him down. Having to deal with your landlord over the locks was a hassle on its own, you didnât want to bother trying to reason with him over a high tech military grade security system.Â
Your safety and wellbeing was on the top of Leonâs list and he used it in his arguments. But you just rolled your eyes and pointed out that he doesnât even use his own security system. The thing did nothing but collect dust by the front door. It was your main argument and it stood firm, you told him that once he started using his own you would think about going toe to toe with your landlord over it, but until then his argument was null and void.Â
He countered though with the fact that his apartment didnât hold anything valuable. Sure, it had monetary value out the ass; but anything he had that was worth anything could be perceived as trash to the naked eye. A box full of movie tickets, cards, postcards, and blurry photos was not worth a dime. The memories that the items held were priceless, but they wouldnât do a thing for anyone else.Â
As he went to turn on the sink he noticed the dishwasher light was on, signaling that the dishwasher had finished its job. A crooked little smirk pulled on his face, not only did you go grocery shopping but you took care of the dishes. How lucky could he possibly be? A sense of a domestic life that he craved washing over him. It was time, he wanted you here, or he could stay there, it really didnât matter. Either place would be home as long you were there.Â
Turning off the sink he heard the floor creek. He set the glass in the sink slowly as he reached for Matilda that rested in his waistband. He was careful, he was sure he wasnât followed, whoever was here had been here. His brain immediately went to you; second guessing having you move in. He moved quickly facing the hall, his arms outstretched and his finger on the trigger, âYouâve got three seconds.â He threatened and as he heard your deep sigh of relief he softened, setting the gun on the counter. You stepped into his line of vision as he flicked on the kitchen light, â(Y/N)?â He called out your name as he watched you shake slightly. The gap between the two of you was closed quickly as he pulled you to his chest with relief.
âYou scared the shit out of me.â You said setting the gun you had down on the nearby couch end table. Wrapping your arms around him you scolded him, âYou got off early and you didnât call me?âÂ
âI scared you? You scared me.â He defended light heartly, âI didnât want to wake you. Itâs nearly three in the morning, baby.â He pulled away from you as he tucked your hair behind your ear. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss that he deepened as you hummed against him.Â
âDid a great job at letting me sleep then, dear.â You teased him as you pulled away from him. You brushed his hair out of his eyes, examining the bags and purple hue underneath them.
âHow was I supposed to know you were here?â He defended as your thumb ghosted over his cheekbone and you turned bright red. A sense of victory on his face as a wide smile found his features.Â
âI just started the dishes and I didnât want to fight traffic home-âŚâ you peered into an ocean of blue before sighing, âI missed you. I sleep here when I miss you. I sleep here a lot.â You confessed before looking away from him, it was slightly embarrassing for you to admit. You had difficulty expressing that you craved a person. It didnât make any sense with how open you were about him, but you just chalked it up to your miss independent complex. He just hummed in satisfaction as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His body relaxed as he kissed your neck with a sense of glee. He went from missing you, to worrying about you, to the joy of knowing that you were within arms reach in a matter of seconds.Â
âI missed you more.â He cooed as he kissed your neck, âGlad youâre here.âÂ
âI love you.â The words fell from your lips so gently and lovingly that his grip on you tightened and you giggled slightly. He made you feel like a teenage girl that was too head over heels for her own good. âLetâs get you to bed. Shower?âÂ
âPlease.â Your hands found his hands and gently pulled him down the hall and into his room. He noted his side of the bed was the one that you were just resting on; a sense of warmth washing over him. He squeezed your hand gently as you led him into the bathroom. As you let go of him you turned on the shower. He couldnât help the smile on his face as he looked around and noticed your shampoo and conditioner, toothbrush, lotions, and other toiletries littered in his bathroom.Â
You approached him and helped him pull off his shirt, you looked him over. A deep sigh falling from your lips as your heart ached at the sight of bruises and cuts. It hurt to see and you could only imagine the pain he felt.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm fine. Promise.âÂ
âThis the best they could do to patch you up?â Â
âDown, tiger.â He teased as he soaked up your possessive tone.
 You rolled your eyes and turned back to the shower, pulling off your shirt before putting your palm under the running water. You pulled your pajama shorts off and as you turned to face him a sense of nervousness shot up your spine. You usually would tease him about a staring problem, but you were unsure of where his emotions were. Physically he looked exhausted- his movements told you he was exhausted- but mentally you had no idea where he stood.Â
Not to mention that you had no clue how he felt about you staying here when he wasnât here. Sure, he said he was glad you were here, but he never asked you to be here.
âThe water is going to get cold if you just keep staring. Câmon.â You nodded to the shower as you undid his pants. His hands found yours, stopping you, as he took care of the rest and disregarded them in the hamper. You tried to place what he was thinking as you climbed into the shower, him not far behind you.Â
As the warm water hit his back he let out a sigh of relief. The sound music to your ears as you started messing with his shampoo. You went to work the shampoo in his hair and through half lidded eyes he watched you. A little smile on your face while your tired eyes focused on what you were doing.Â
He could get used to this, he was getting used to it.Â
He loved you. He loved seeing your things in his space, he loved that you were taking care of him, he loved that you were here.Â
You tilted his head gently and started rinsing the shampoo out. A protest never fell from his lips as you scratched his scalp and he moaned softly. You reached for his conditioner and did the same thing, just letting the conditioner sit while scrubbing him down with his signature fresh pine scented shower gel.Â
You worshiped him as you bathed him, kissing the cuts and bruises softly as you rinsed him off. He deserved to be taken care of like this and you didnât mind being the one to do it. It was slightly embarrassing, but he trusted you with his life and you knew his body just as he knew yours. âRelax.â You cooed as you went to get out of the shower, âStay in here as long as youâd like. Iâm going to get you-.â You stopped as he grabbed your wrist and his other hand found your hip. You gave him a concerned look as you scanned his face, you stepped closer to him as he pulled you to his chest. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair as you tried to soothe him. âWant to talk about it?âÂ
âNo, not really.â He rested his head against your shoulder, âJust want you.â Heâs wanted you since he got back, heâs wanted you since he left. You nodded as you held him against you.Â
You both stood there until the water started to run cold. It took some convincing but eventually you got him out and in pajamas. You were in bed wearing one of his t-shirts that he practically had to fight you over wearing. Your eyes shut as you listened to his movements in the bathroom, refusing sleep. Waiting for him.Â
As Leon turned off the faucet he took a good look in the mirror. A face that had a smile plastered on it as he thought about the woman in his bed. The woman who just doted on him like he was made of glass. The woman who held him so close and made him feel so loved that it all felt worth it. The woman that he wanted to take his last name.Â
He left the bathroom and stood in the doorway as the bathroom light illuminated you just enough to where he could watch your chest rise and fall. As your eyes opened he was held captive as you smiled.Â
âWhat?â You asked through a yawn as you pulled the covers up to your shoulders while you stretched.Â
âI love you.â He beamed as he turned off the bathroom light and climbed into his side of the bed. Your scent flying off of the fabric of his sheets as the radiant warmth of your presence drew him in. Wrapping his arm around your torso he pulled you to him.Â
âI love you more.â Your voice heavy with sleep as you cuddled against his chest. He adored these moments where you didnât fight with your words and just said what you were feeling.Â
He chuckled, âNot a chance in hell, sweetheart.â He kissed your forehead as you yawned. âGo to sleep.â He cooed as he rubbed a hand firmly up and down your back.Â
âLeonâŚ?â You muttered against his chest.Â
âYes, baby?âÂ
âIâm sorry if you didnât want me here while youâre not here. I wonât do it again.â He raised an eyebrow at the apologetic sorrow in your tone. He knew your past, he knew your uncertainty, but he couldâve sworn that he told you he was glad you were here. âI just missed you and if I crossed a line-.âÂ
âHey, hey.â He shushed you, âIâm glad you're here, remember? I want you here. Forever and always. Okay?â You nodded and tried not to sniffle.Â
âOkay.â You fisted the hem of his shirt as you tried to keep yourself calm against him. He kissed your forehead before petting your hair. Your eyes were shut and your breathing was starting to slow to the pace that it does when you sleep.Â
He knew he should wait, but he was too excited.Â
âBaby?â He looked down at you as you hummed in response telling him to go ahead with his question. That you were still listening and ready to talk about whatever he needed. His thumb brushed against your cheek as he admired you, âWill you marry me?âÂ
Your tired eyes opened, âWhat?â You were in a state of disbelief.Â
He asked again, âMarry me?â Silence fell over the room as the cold chill of uncertainty worked its way through his blood stream. What was he thinking? Was he thinking? You didnât even live with him and youâd been together for only a year. Wasnât the next step just to ask you to move in? That was the logical question. Was it too late to rephrase the question? Could he save this somehow?Â
âYes.â You answered honestly, âYes, Iâll marry you.â He let out a deep breath of relief before his lips found yours. His kiss was deep and passionate as he adjusted himself to be level with you. You welcomed him as you melted against him. Exchanging passion and overwhelming love within each kiss. Each parting one leaves a lasting imprint against your souls.Â
He regretfully parted from you to get a good look at you. To judge based on what he knew if this was truly something you wanted. Your bright smile causes him to let out a chuckle of relief before leaning his forehead against yours. You laughed alongside him as your hand intertwined with his, âI love you, Mrs. Kennedy.â He said he ran his hand through your hair. It fell so naturally from his lips that you couldâve sworn that it had always been your last name.Â
âI havenât signed any papers yet.â You joked before peppering a couple kisses on his cheek, âDonât even have a ring yet.âÂ
He rolled his eyes before his lips captured yours, âItâs in the closet.â He mumbled as he held your face against his.Â
âMhm.â You moaned against his lips, even though you didnât believe him. He was telling you the truth, hidden in his safe was a little black velvet box that held the engagement ring he picked out six months ago. Â
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