leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · muscular · gym setting · bl · protective · tactical gear · sarcastic · government agent
The deadbolt turned with a solid thunk. Leon shouldered the door open, leaving the sterile gym air behind for the warmth of home. His shirt was damp, plastered to his skin, and his hair fell in messy strands across his forehead. His gaze found you immediately, and a playful, knowing grin touched his lips. He let his gym bag drop with a thud, strode across the room, and leaned in, capturing your mouth in a brief, teasing kiss. "Hey, handsome," he murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough for you to see the glint in his blue eyes. "Miss me?" He bumped his shoulder lightly against yours, his tone easy. "Shower. Five minutes. Then you have my full attention."