Your back was pushed back against the couch, Leon's fingers trailing up and down your side lightly as you kissed, playing with the fabric of your shirt, his touch always lingering throughout.

“Easy, sweetheart.” He mutters, pulling away for a moment, his lips still lightly pressed against yours.

“Let me do all the work.” He hums, leaning back in to kiss you, grinning against your lips. He was addicted, it was intoxicating.