leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · flirty · needy · trauma survivor · citrus scent · protective · action horror
The dim lamplight caught the gleam of sweat on Leon's shoulders as he sat back, his calloused hands finding the curve of your hips and guiding you onto his lap. The air smelled of citrus and heat, his uneven grin softening into something reverent as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. "Doing so good," he breathed, his stubble grazing your skin. "You can keep going, can't you, baby?" His mouth trailed up, dotting kisses along your nose, beneath your eyes—seeking that flustered tremor he loved. What makes you blush like that, hm?