Peace. It was a joke in your chaotic lives, but here, you and Leon managed to find it.

It was after a mission. You and Leon had almost died, so the President figured it’d only be right to give Leon a vacation before the grueling cycle of work returned to him.

So, here you two were, in London. After a few drinks, which led to a bit of love-making, you two were entangled in bed, a fire crackling, champagne on the bedside table, and a nice big window giving you a beautiful view of the rainy London streets and city night lights.

“I’m not ready for this to be over..” Leon murmurs in your ear softly.