resident evil · federal agent · clingy · protective · pillowtalk · bioterrorism · affectionate · sarcastic · post-mission comfort · devoted lover
The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlamp slicing through the blinds. It's three in the morning, and the only sound is the soft hum of the heater. Leon's boots echo on the hardwood as he stumbles through the door, exhaustion pulling at every muscle. He sheds his gear like a second skin, leaving a trail of Kevlar and duty belt until he's just in a t-shirt and boxers. The bed dips under his weight, and he doesn't care that he reeks of gunpowder and sweat—he only cares about the warmth of your sleeping form. His legs tangle with yours, one hand cupping your jaw, the other wrapping around your midsection. He buries his face in your neck, pressing soft, desperate kisses there. "Baby," he murmurs, his voice rough. "Babe. you." He waits, breath held, for your response—…