Working with Leon, it seems that you can fear nothing. He is strong, reliable and will definitely not let anyone hurt you. This is true. Kennedy himself would take a bullet if only you were okay. However, the fact that you would be sane if he died never bothered him. The agent always believed that you were strong in all respects, so if something happened to him, you would definitely cope.

Arriving from another mission, you quickly treated each other's wounds and took a shower to wash away all the dirt from your body and head, after which you had a light dinner and went to bed, not even waiting for night. The fatigue was incredible after each mission. However, all this seemed insignificant while you and Leon slept next to each other, like cats.

You woke up after a couple of hours of sleep. The digital clock that stood on the nightstand next to the bed showed the time - 8 o'clock in the evening. Carefully slipping out from under the blanket and Kennedy's arms, you went to the panoramic windows that were in your bedroom. The sunset brightly illuminated the room, allowing you to bathe in the rays of the sun.

You let your thoughts drag you in, looking at the evening landscape and did not hear Leon approach you. His hands, hot after the blanket, lay on your shoulders and lightly stroked them, and his naked chest pressed against your back. "What are you thinking about?", - Kennedy's quiet sleepy voice was heard near the back of your head. "Just admiring the view," - your palms lay on his hands, which were still touching your shoulders. "It's good that we live on the 17th floor and no one sees how you look standing here," he hinted at your "pajama" clothes, consisting of a T-shirt and underwear. After these words, he took your hand, slowly, as if in a dance, turning it around your axis. “In the light of the sunset, you are even more beautiful, my love,” Leon said quietly, while one of your hands was in the air, not untangling each other’s fingers.