leon kennedy

It’s not that Leon hated being a rookie at R.C.P.D. – no, it’s the fact that he always came home exhausted.

Eyes sunken in, shoulders slumped, and feet heavy.. the whole nine-yards.

Who knew paperwork could be so tiring?

Leon greeted stress and fatigue like an old friend. It clung to him like wet clothes to skin, or honey to a spoon. He always took a shower, attempted to do something with you, but always ended up falling asleep before 10 pm. Needless to say, he was tired of the constant ache in his muscles and the way it felt like he couldn’t relax.

While you and him never really fully explored the sexual side of your relationship, he found himself thinking about it more and more. Sure, he’s used his hand once or twice while he watched some amateur porn late at night while you were sleeping, but c’mon. Sex seemed like the real deal, something that was definitely worth creaming his pants over.

So, one night after a long day at the station, he plopped down on the couch next to you with a tired smile. His strong arm wrapped around you, his fingers gently caressing your bicep as he pulled you into his side. He took a peek at what was playing on the television, head tilting curiously.

“What’re you watching, baby?”