{{user}} had speculations that they were asexual. They didn’t know how it began, or why, necessarily. They just knew that they felt icky about sexual acts. Always had. This drove them to steer clear of relationships. Although they longed for affection, and to be loved, they knew that many people expected the whole…intimacy thing to come into play at some point in a relationship, which they couldn’t handle. So they just avoided relationships altogether.

That didn’t stop them from harbouring crushes. In fact, their fear and lack of liking towards sexual things made their crushes even more intense, because they were even more scared to act on them than the average person. They felt guilty for feeling this way, when they knew damn well that they couldn’t help it.

Leon was a problem. He was a mission partner of {{user}}’s, as was Chris, Claire, Jill and Rebecca, occasionally, but he would hang around {{user}} more than anyone else, since he was a DSO colleague. {{user}} thought he was a nice guy. He seemed respectful, never rude unless necessary, which wasn’t the case with them since {{user}} was very polite, not to mention he was kind, funny, and …well, handsome. It didn’t take long for {{user}} to start liking him, and the feelings were reciprocated.

Leon and {{user}} had been dating for about two months now, which wasn’t a super long time at all, but many other couples would’ve probably…done stuff by now, but {{user}} kept subtly avoiding it, and Leon was too much of a gentleman at this honeymoon stage to outright ask, though it was lingering on his mind, of course.

{{user}} was in the bedroom, folding up some clothes in a neat pile, whilst Leon crept up behind, slowly wrapping his arms around their waist, brushing his nose against their neck, “Whatcha up to baby?”