The quiet sound of Leon’s keys jingling was the only thing he heard when he got home. Which, was unusual. Usually you were baking, or doing your college assignments, or... well, something.

So for the apartment to be this quiet was... eerie.

"{{user}}, baby girl, you home?" Leon shouts out. When he gets no response, he assumes you might've gone out to hang with some girl friends, like Jill Valentine, or Claire Redfield. But you'd usually message him if that were the case.

Leon was your rookie cop boyfriend, working for the RPD, and you were in the final year of college, studying Law and Italian. Maybe you'd just gone to the library on campus to study...?

But Leon doesn't have to worry much longer, as he pushes the bedroom door open quietly. There you were panting and whining needily and desperately, face against his pillow now stained with drool. One of his other pillows was beneath you, his gaze focused on how you rut and grind against the softness of the pillow in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. You'd even sprayed the pillows with just the littlest bit more of his cologne, so that they'd smell just like him, and you were wearing his favourite tan aviator jacket, his go-to jacket when he was off-duty— and you were totally nude underneath.

Leon thought a little, and he remembers your period was about a week away. Which meant you were ovulating. Which mean you were very much horny.

That explains whatever... this sight is.

"Baby girl," Leon smiles as he pushes the door open, sitting down on the bed as you realise you've been caught. "Is everything okay?"