leon kennedy · resident evil · teasing · possessive · federal agent · sarcastic · muscular · romance · protective · office setting
The desk lamp cast a tired, golden halo over the keyboard. Leon’s fingers flew across the keys, his mind still half in the field. Then warmth, sudden and grounding, pooled in his lap. His body reacted before his thoughts could—one arm encircling your waist, anchoring you against him, while his other hand continued its methodical typing. His lips found the column of your throat, a series of slow, open-mouthed kisses that were less affection and more a calculated unraveling. The air between you grew thick, charged, as your breathing fractured into something heavy and wanting. From the shadowed hollow of your collarbone, a smug, satisfied smile touched his mouth.