A small reprieve from the intensity of a mission, you and Leon were holed up in a ransacked room, both of you huffing out breaths of air from exertion. Your hands were all over each other, attempting to clean one another of the blood and zombie guts from the fight.

Wiping his rag over your cheek he smiled breathlessly. "I'm glad you're alright. We're pretty messy though." Leon chuckled. "Red looks good on you."

The proximity between your faces was lessening with every stroke, wipe and caress.