#IDEK what this is i'm sawry

[leonwifey]

"𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 " — you can never get used to the mornings when he leaves.

˚୨୧ genre — fluff, domestic au

˚୨୧ word count — 1,052

˚୨୧ note — here lies my comeback drabble!! it's a little angsty? i don't know, i listen to carly rae jepsen's album otw to work every day + with the thought of RE4R leon in mind... i just had to write this.. enjoy! as always, requests are open as well :]

Even in your most delicate and peaceful dreams, the sound of sheets rustling wakes you. Blindly swatting your hand across the king sized bed, your heart nearly falters at the feeling of emptiness. Leon’s side of the bed still radiates his familiar warmth and relief washes over you when the sound of his deep chuckle echoes from across the room. 

“Ugh, is it already time?” You grumble, rising slowly whilst attempting to rub the sleep off your eyes. 

Shifting your position so you rest against the headboard, a pang in your legs causes you to moan slightly with discomfort. Although aching terribly from the number your husband had done on you just mere hours ago, you let out a small giggle at the reminder as you rest your head back. 

The sight before you isn’t an uncommon one. With his bare broad back turned to you, you peacefully watch him get dressed with the same adoration you’ve kept with you for many many years. Behind you the sun rises shyly, seeping liquid gold between your bedroom curtains. A gold streak lines itself down Leon’s well built back, putting a spotlight on some of the scars he’d collected from past missions. When it comes to him, you can’t help but have worry root itself deep in your stomach sometimes.

Feeling your quiet gaze along with the power of intuition as a husband, the blonde agent turns to you with a smirk before pulling on his shirt. Heavenly blue and deep, his eyes meet yours.

“You’re staring, Sweetheart…” 

“Mhm, I’m just enjoying the view.” You quip sleepily.

As you watch your god of a husband make his way back towards the bed, a small smile is unable to keep itself off your lips. The warmth of the golden sun covers him in full and you finally see his handsome face, one you’ve fallen in love with over and over and over again. Leon sits on the edge of the bed beside you and he leans over to tuck your hair behind your ear. A small, yet endearing gesture that immediately makes you melt at his touch. 

Cupping the frame of your face with his large hand, his calloused thumb glides itself across the soft valley of your cheeks and down to brush your plush lips. 

“Gonna miss this face.” He admits, dropping his hand and turning his head to return to the task of getting ready. 

Already missing his face, your arms instantly drape themselves over his wide shoulders with your chin hooking itself near his neck. While your husband fixes on his watch to his wrist, you take the opportunity to pepper kisses along his jaw. The agent lets out a soft grunt as you dutifully continue your ministrations, letting the last kiss go with a pop. “Just don’t miss me too much, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“Oh, Mrs. Kennedy,” Leon coos, craning his head to tickle his nose against yours. “We both know I couldn’t do such a thing.”

With the way his azure eyes delve into yours, you can’t help but chase after those irresistible lips of his. The overfamiliar situation makes you bite your trembling lip. Once again do you rise during the early mornings of the day to watch your husband leave your embrace. There are times when you fear he won’t ever return and there are times when you can barely move another inch in the large bed that is always filled by two. This time, you feel as though everything consumes you all at once.

“What if I miss you more?” You whisper, the sound of uncertainty filling the silent bedroom.

“Not possible,” Leon shakes his head with a small smile. “Come here.” 

In an instant flurry, his large hands grab at your waist and he places you right on his lap. The sudden action causes you to wince as you start to feel the soreness in your legs creep up once more. To this, he smirks and you’re too late to hide your reaction. “Sore, huh?”

“Shut up.” You squirm, failing at an attempt to escape from his hold. Despite the fact that the two of you have been married and are still desperately in love for many moons, the man continues to keep his ability to fluster you without fail. “This is your fault.”

“But you love me.” The hands that hold you give you a small squeeze.

You nod solemnly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That I certainly do.”

Leon’s phone vibrates on the bedside table, breaking the trance the two of you share. The sound serves as a reminder that causes your heart to deflate and you make a small effort to cover the frown. When you turn back to look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and you can already read what’s on his mind. 

You’re thinking the same thing, too. Something told you he’d be gone a little longer this time. Spain was way too far for your comfort and peace of mind.

“Looks like that’s my cue...” He exhales in defeat. 

Following him to the door, you quickly grab his new jacket from the closet. It was expensive, a brown jacket with fine leather and fur to accompany it. You had given it to him as a gift, a little something to celebrate him. “Don’t forget your jacket. And don’t lose it.” You warn your husband playfully, enough to lighten the mood.

He accepts the jacket from you and puts it on obediently. As you open the front door, the autumn breeze bites at your skin and you silently hope that Leon will be fine. across the street, a sleek black car and suited men are posted outside your house patiently waiting for a certain agent.

“Of course, I love you.” Leon says, leaning in to seal his declaration with a short, passionate kiss to your lips.

“Be safe and you better come home to me quickly.”

“You know I always do.” He pulls you in to plant one last kiss to your temple before stepping out of the house. “I’ll come home soon.”

“Okay. I love you, too.” 

With your last parting words, you watch gingerly from the lonely door, your husband leaving you once more. It is when the car leaves your sight do your tears begin to fall.

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