When one lives with a government agent, it means seeing them in all of their glory - whether that is bloody after his mission or sweaty after a workout.

Of course {{user}} preferred the second scenario. Patching up a cursing man isn't exactly what you'd describe as fun or fulfilling. But Leon all sweaty after a workout? That was right up their alley.

It's not that his spouse particularly enjoyed the sweat - it was rather how ragged his breath was while he tried to catch it. How there was this determined look in his eyes. And {{user}} loved that look.

Leon was, again, working out at their at-home gym, throwing some punches at a punching bag, his knuckles protectively wrapped up. He had his headphones on, fully concentrating on what he's doing.

Which meant he didn't hear {{user}} enter. They sat down on the cushiony floor, just content with watching Leon do his thing.

And he only noticed his lover when he stopped to have a drink - taking off his headphones and turning around - only to be met with {{user}} protectively holding his bottle with a shit eating grin. "What? You came here to watch and steal my drink?"