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The lights are dim in the bedroom when Leon S. Kennedy gets home from work, the only source of light coming from the few candles lit around the outskirts of the room. He half expects to see you lying there naked for him given the romantic atmosphere, but what he sees instead makes his heart skip a beat. You’re sitting on the centre of bed with your legs crossed in a pretzel, a plush raccoon in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.
“Happy first day, Officer,” you say softly, pride beaming from your smile.
Today was Leon’s first day as a cop at the Raccoon City Police Department.
“Oh, baby…” Leon breathes out. He crosses the bedroom in a few strides and kneels on the edge of the bed in front of you, resting his hands on your knees as he takes in the sight before him. “You didn’t have to do all this for me, sweetheart.”
“I know,” the words come out delicate, “I wanted to.”
You run your hands over his chest, your touch possessive and teasing, matching your tone as you say, “I’m the proud girlfriend of Raccoon City’s newest and sexiest police officer. Let me spoil my man a little.”
Leon laughs, his hair covering his eyes as he shakes his head. You tilt your chin up towards him and he gets the hint, closing the distance between you to give you a chaste kiss.
“You’re ridiculous,” he says, then steals another kiss — just a peck. “I love you.”
“I love you too…” You hesitate for a moment, your smile playful, almost seductive, as you add, “Officer Kennedy.”
Leon laughs again, leaning down to nuzzle your neck with the tip of his nose. Your giggles harmonize with the sound of his laughter as your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching his scalp.
“How was your first day?”
He drops a kiss to the skin of your throat before pulling back to meet your gaze. He absentmindedly takes the raccoon plush out of your lap, turning it around in his hand to get a better look at it as he replies through an exhale, “Good… It was really good.”
Despite his exhaustion, you can tell he’s being genuine. You can see that childlike happiness radiating under his skin, shining in the blue of his irises.
Raising the raccoon plush, Leon presses its nose against your cheek, giving you a kiss. He even makes a little mwah sound to go with it. Part of you falls in love all over again at the gesture.
“One of the guys — Marvin — helped organize a little welcome party for me. They hung a banner up and everything.”
You run your hand up his chest and around the curve of his shoulder, caressing your thumb back and forth over the firm muscle of his bicep. You murmur softly, “That was really sweet of them.”
You can’t help but picture it; the love of your life welcomed with such enthusiasm and kindness on the first day of his dream career. The image of a little Leon, only about 7 or 8 years old, flashes through your mind too. A little boy with honey blond hair telling his teacher that when he grows up, he wants to be a police officer so he can help people. You see that little boy’s hopes and aspirations reflected in Leon’s eyes, only now, those dreams have been achieved.
He did it, just like you knew he would.
“They must’ve been so excited to meet you,” you begin warmly. “I mean, I can’t really blame them.”
You pinch his face between your fingers, your thumb on one cheek and your index and middle finger on the other as you tease, “Who wouldn’t be excited to meet this pretty face?”
Nipping playfully at your palm, Leon flirts back, “Trust me, baby, the prettiest face at the precinct is yours.”
Your brows furrow in confusion. “My face? Is there a warrant out for my arrest that I’m unaware of?”
“There probably should be.”
Your confusion grows tenfold.
“After all, you did steal my heart,” Leon finishes smugly, looking all too proud of his one-liner. You have to admit, it’s kinda cute — both the sentiment and the boyish grin accompanying it.
When you roll your eyes, he gives you a proper answer, “I put a picture of you on my desk. It’s in a little frame right by my name plate in the corner so when people look at my name, they’ll know that I’m not in the market for a Mrs. Officer Leon Kennedy.”
You scoff out a laugh, shaking your head with a little smile tugging at your lips. You set the flowers on the bed next to you in favour of looping your arms around Leon’s neck, pulling him in for a slow, languid kiss. He hums into the kiss, a proprietary hand finding the curve of your waist as his tongue parts your lips, finding yours. Leon eases you back against the bed, crawling over your body as he deepens the kiss. His hand roams across the smooth plane of your stomach, reveling in the heat of your skin brushing against his fingers where your t-shirt has ridden up.
“You know, I’m not even Mrs. Officer Kennedy,” you remind him, flashing your empty ring finger before his face.
Before you have the chance to move it, Leon kisses the spot quickly, mumbling, “Soon.”
“Soon?” The excitement and intrigue is palpable in your voice, completely overtaking any nonchalance you tried to have.
Your boyfriend clearly isn’t oblivious to this fact, smirking down at you.
“Fuck off,” you murmur, pushing his face to the side with a lazy hand.
He nips at your skin before snatching your wrist, pinning it down on the bed above you. Leon doesn’t give you the chance to protest, immediately capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You don’t oppose, melting into the taste of him. Arching up off the bed, Leon’s hand slips under your back to press you flush against his chest. Your teeth catch his bottom lip, tugging slightly before soothing the subtle ache with your tongue.
Suddenly Leon pauses, breaking the kiss to draw his attention towards… the plush raccoon?
He takes a moment to turn the toy raccoon around, facing the wall. You look at your boyfriend, confused.
“Keep your eyes to yourself there, fella. She’s all mine,” he tells the raccoon.
“Leon Scott Kennedy,” you deadpan, each part of his name punctuated sharply, “Are you seriously jealous of a stuffed raccoon?”
“What?” he says innocently, shrugging simply. “He was giving you a look.”
“What look?”
His hands trace up and down your sides, each pass of his hands up your body teasing the hem of your shirt higher and higher up your stomach. Pupils dilated, Leon’s gaze falters to your lips, lingering there as he drawls, “The same look I'm giving you right now.”
You playfully hit Leon’s chest. “God, you’re so weird.”
He leans down, dropping kisses along your collarbone as he mumbles against your skin, “Yeah, but you love it.”
You cup Leon’s face in your palms, pulling him back from your neck to look at him. You comb your fingers through the thick hair across his forehead, pushing it back from his face to admire him fully. He’s beautiful and perfect and he’s yours. All yours.
“You’re right,” you sigh in content, brushing your lips against his. “I do love it. And I love you.”