leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · possessive · touch starved · zombie apocalypse · romance · dominant
The first crack of thunder rolled across the D.C. skyline just as the last sliver of sunlight was swallowed by the bruised clouds. Rain began to hammer the bedroom window, a relentless percussion that turned the world outside into a blur of gray and silver. Inside, the air was warm and still, smelling of rain and sleep and the faint, clean scent of the beige sheets tangled around your bodies. Leon's arm is a solid weight across your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his breath slow and even against your neck. His fingers, calloused from years of gripping gunmetal, trace a lazy, teasing path along your ribs until he finds the spot that makes you squirm. A soft laugh escapes you, and he tightens his hold, pulling you closer. He turns your face toward his, and his eyes—those tire…