in barcelona, where promises are made — leon s. kennedy
tags. established relationship. making out. fluff-ish. not proofread n wrote this half-asleep.
the sound of wet kisses and bed creaking filled the dimly-lit bedroom. your lips moves feverishly against his and a groan leaves his throat everytime you bit his bottom lip, as if you were trying to bite it off but the pain quickly disperses as soon as it comes because you’re quick to soothe it with a softer kiss, playing the bruised lip with care between your teeth as the tip of your tongue brush over it that makes the blond let out a low moan.
his calloused hands roam freely around your body; trying to get a hold of every inch of you – squeezing, pinching, caressing, palming every curve of you as he pulls you towards him, letting your legs straddle his lap as your knees rested on both sides of his hips and trapping him underneath you with your arms wrapping around his neck. leon snakes an arm around your waist, squishing your body against his as his other hand sneaks up to the back of your head, gently pushing your head down to the left to deepen his kiss with you.
in barcelona, away from the horrors of the world and the clutches of your work, where you can wear your heart on your sleeve, you find peace in each other’s arms as yourself. every thought of horror you face in your mission and the weight of the paperworks and lives lost goes flying out the window the second you two stumble in the hotel room. you find yourselves drowning in the taste of one another and melt against the warmness of another’s body.
leon lets out a whine when he feels you grind against his pelvic and you swallow his voice, saliva sliding down your chins as he feels himself grow tighter inside his pants. another whine leaves him when you push yourself down on him.
leon chases your lips as you pulled away from him, gasping for air. your chest heaves heavily up and down, perked covered nipples brushing lightly against his toned chest. the sensation making you moan lowly and grind against his hardening member and leon lets out a groan, either from restraint or need – he didn’t care because he wanted to taste you again.
he feels you press your forehead against his sweaty one, your breaths mixing together and he feels your swollen lips graze over his chin, leaving a ticklish sensation. he squirms in his spot, hips bucking up to meet your covered cunt and you whine, fluttering your eyes to stare at his heavenly face. even with eyes closed and rosy cheeks, leon still looked beautiful as ever and the moonlight from outside the window adds a dazzling effect on him that makes him look ethereal.
“i love your eyes.” you murmured, lips pressing a chaste kiss underneath his eyelash, “reminds me of a sunny day on a beach.”
leon hums in acknowledgement, not sure what to comment at the sudden confession as he wasn’t sure what it meant since he's too pre-occupied to feel your lips again. you stifle a giggle, seeing the way his eyebrows burrow together as the corner of his lips twitch in confusement.
“blue sky.”
oh, that’s what you meant. he gets it now and he feels his heart skip a beat at this realization. his strong arms tighten around you and you let out a light laugh, throwing your head back as your eyes shut in delight. a giddy feeling consumes your chest.
leon smiles at the sight, feels how the inside of stomach twist and his heart threatens to leap out of his chest as he feels so domesticated right now with you. in barcelona, leon didn’t need to muster a faux version of himself.
in barcelona, he could still be the same twenty-one year old he once was. as long as it was you.
he places a tender kiss on your throat, right where your vocal cords should be placed at and you shiver at the sensation. your hands come up to place it gently on his broad shoulders, squeezing it with your fingers, the opal rock sitting on your ring finger glimmers as the lamp light reflects on it.
a sudden thought ran across his mind. hesitance creeps in on him, should he ask you? but he’s spent a few good years with you to know you’ll turn the idea before he could even finish his sentence. a life somewhere far from the harsh reality, like the one here inside this room, where leon would get to live a domesticated life with you – a blue victorian-style house with a white picket fence, a huge porch designed around the house while the two of you sit and drink your coffees and watch two younger versions of himself and you.. yeah, that doesn’t sound so bad right now. as long as it was with you.
it was like you knew there was something up with leon; you felt how his muscles tensed and how his lips paused between the junction of your neck and shoulder. leon wasn’t hard to read, thanks to you for stealing his heart and nestling yourself inside his chest, he’s got his guards down completely around you.
“‘s there something wrong, lee?”
your voice snaps him back to reality. his head tilts back up to look at your droopy hazy eyes and he can’t help the small smile stretching across his face, you just looked too damn cute. lips pouty and swollen and coated with his saliva and the cute twitch of your nose makes him want to bite it. jeez, talk about clinginess, leon.
“i got a question,” leon doesn’t beat around the bush. there was no harm in asking about it, surely you crave it somehow too.
“shoot” you reply, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek before moving down to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his burning skin.
leon swallows the saliva forming in his mouth. “let’s start a life somewhere away from all this-”
“leon, no. i’m not giving up my job.” you cut him off, your eyes casting a glare at him – warning him if he continues this conversation, it’ll get to nowhere but leon’s stubborn today. he won’t take no as an answer.
“we don’t have to quit our jobs, sweets.” he mutters, voice lulling you to sleep with how calm and soft it is. “i’m just thinking that, perhaps, we should have a small getaway house from.. all of this.”
you stare at the man before you and he sees the doubt swirling in your eyes and leon leans in to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, you unknowingly chase his lips when he pulls back.
“a blue house that overlooks a river, a big ol’ porch surrounding our home and we could drink coffee and watch the sunset.” he coaxes you, his eyes watching you intensely, looking for a sign that you want this too.
your gaze adverts down to his lips, deep in thoughts. leon feels your thumb rub circles on his shoulder, where the bullet went through ten years ago.
“two mini us playing in the backyard,” you whisper. voice so quiet that leon almost missed it if he wasn’t anticipating your answer.
a huge grin breaks in his face and leon presses his lips on your cheek, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“and we’d watch them, take care of them. we’ll be good parents, i know it, i have you, you have me. can’t ask for more,” leon states and you meet his gaze for the first time with a new profound look on your face.
you place your forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut. “i’d like that.”
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