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Sunlight winked between the curtains. The scent of dew and life abundant was faint on the breeze that blew the white linens around. Cream bed sheets tucked up under your chin. Leon loved waking up to such serene scenery. Erase the horrors from his mind with kinder simulacrum. He yawned, slowly sitting up, blankets falling off his broad chest and pooling in his lap.
His eyes laid on your form, still in a deep sleep. Your shoulders were curled around yourself for warmth. Cheeks dappled by lines of invading sunshine. Leon couldn’t help himself but to lean over you, settling each elbow on either side of your body. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss by the corner of your lips. You had yet to stir. With every breath his skin reveled the silken barrier between you. The softness welcome over ripstop and nylon.
Leon braved a bolder action, pulling the sheets down your neck, below your chest. You had forgone wearing any top in the muggy summer night. Your chest was bare to admire, and Leon did just that. His hand brushed your collar bone, trailing down the valley of your chest and the dimpled line intersecting your torso. Leon coupled the action with more kisses pressed to your skin, warmed by the sunbath and his tenderness.
A hum escaped your lips, lashes fluttering as your eyes opened. You smiled the moment your vision focused, stretching under Leon’s ministrations like a cat. Curling your back and stretching your neck, which Leon took advantage of. Attacking the tender flesh below your ear in airy delight.
“Good morning.” you whispered to him, expression permissive to his physical affections.
“I can’t believe I have you to myself like this.” he remarked, voice hazy with sleep-left rasp. His fingers curved from your stomach around your hips, settling into the dip like they would around a Blacktail’s trigger. So naturally, crafted for him. Aware enough, you kissed him back. Energy tempered but still passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nipping his lip. Curling fingers into the strands of fleshly cut flaxen hair.
Leon leaned his head away, breaking the kiss with a pop . One thumb rubbing your hip, the other cradling your jaw. Gaze full of soft desire.
“You’re so good to me, so good under me like this.” he cooed to you. He loved how soft you looked in the morning. Loved being close and sharing your warmth. Loved peeling the covers off your body oh so slowly , gently.
Such words set your heart fluttering- grasping him tightly like the only thing in the world that mattered. And right now that was true. For a short while you could ignore any responsibilities. No training, no gunpowder, no virus.
“Leon?” you looked up into his cornflower eyes, gingerly scratching the nape of his neck. Pinch the skin like a mothering cat her kitten’s scruff A little tingle rushed up his spine, a smirk he tried to contain within pinched lips. He need not reply, pushing his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of fresh linens and your shampoo. He was the most vulnerable in the morning. Stripped of everything but himself. Open and raw, exposed to trust you. And you trusted him back, implicitly.
“I love you.” you hummed, leaning your head against his own. If only you could hear his thoughts, know all the little things that go through his head- but you were content in knowing he would tell you anything you’d ask of him. You brought your hands down his spine, feeling each single ridge under his skin. Leon emitted the cutest whine, his body shifting to press against you, wrapping his arms further around your form. Effectively trapping you against him, not that you minded. It was rare he let himself be openly puppy-ish, drowsy and cuddly. He was always affectionate- but still maintained a level of control that made him confident. Now he was clay in your palms, completely malleable.
Leon closed his eyes, burrowing further into your dark warmth, “I love you too. Fuck.” he hissed, shifting his hips not to press his hardness into you. He wanted you despairingly, badly. But did he yet want to give up the comfort of your sole embrace? Did he want to resign himself to carnality just yet?
You didn’t let him shy away from his desires, hurtling straight into the abyss of bare hunger. Leon fell into you, his weight pressing you down. His grip on your body was desperate. His mind was fuzzy and feeble- where all thought was lost to chasing baser needs. Tussling in the sheets, sunrise heat at his back. He need not blaspheme in your presence, worshiping at the altar of your soul. His weeping cock rubbed and nudged your thigh. He choked on his breath, rapture overcoming his senses. You had slid a hand down between yourselves and led his blunt head to your entrance. Gates welcoming their naive angel. It took only one jerk of his hips to slide in, pulse pounding in his head. A steady rhythm to follow and fuck to.
“There, that’s it.” you cooed, voice honeysuckle sweet. Spreading your thighs apart to make room for your lover. You swarmed his head, all encompassing. Repository of his love.
“Softer, baby.” You settled him, sensing the spiral before it could get out of control. The words wafted between his ears, drunk and swimming. Yet he yielded, saving effort to fuck you slower, deeper, letting up his deathly grip on your flesh. You smiled, raising your hips to meet each piston combustion.
“Yeah, like that.” you gasped out, one hand pleasuring yourself. Layering ecstasies on top of each other. Snow blanketing the flower bloom. Leon grunted in reply, his eyebrows kit together. His lips hanging apart in words lost.
Breaths heavied and muscles tensed- laid together connected. Your mouths melded together, sharing spit and curled tongues. Your hand quickened and the end was near, the precipice a cut of warm light that split you in two. Spread you apart where Leon took residence. His cock twitched, carving your walls to his shape.
“Baby-” he cried, fingers dimpling your skin where he held on. His pelvis petting your center with each roll.
Heavenly, divine. As you gazed up at him, your heart soared. The lances of sunlight illuminated his hair like an annulus halo.
“G-gonna..!” he smothered the crook of your neck, his voice pitched up, hunching up like a tightening coil. Limber arches and steeple. Not a moment longer and he was spilling into you, equally searing as your own release. You both gasped for air, clinging to flushed limbs, wrapping tight in a cocoon.
Leon bit his lip to keep it from wobbling as he pulled out of your valley. Drips of his semen seeped into the sheets. He slowly rolled over onto his side, freeing you from his weight. His palm traveled across your belly, following the trail of your canal deep inside where he had just set course. It burned invisible marks into your complexion.
“How did you feel?” you asked him, turning your head to watch him.
He met your gaze for a moment, blinking, finding fascination in the way your skin dipped under his touch, water shifting in a glass.
“It was… Good.”
“Just good?” your tone was skeptical, if a little offended.
Leon barked a laugh, fighting back a grin, “God no. I really appreciate you taking control like that. So I don’t have to think about things just- uh, feel?” He leaned back, hand retreating your skin, sipping from the cup at his bedside table. Parching his thirst.
You sat up, kicking the sullied sheets away from you and turning over the edge of the bed.
“I’m glad I can be that release for you, Leon. French toast for breakfast?”
“Mm, sounds good.” he smiled over the rim of his cup. “I love you.”
You slipped one of his shirts over your body and nothing else. “I know.”