turning to leave, leon takes one look at you and he immediately knows. you walk up to him all innocent and cute and look up at him with those damn doe eyes.

rescuing you was a piece of cake. bringing you, the only precedented immune, back to the states after spending your whole life in russian incubation labs; he’s faced harder. what wasn’t so simple on the other hand, was getting you accustomed to the real world. i mean hell, you didn’t even know what a car was. or a sink. or a shower. or anything for that matter. you knew the inside of an incubation tank and the four walls around it. still, he was managing. he’d been assigned to look after you—he has you to thank for that. threw 300 big fat tantrums every time he’d leave the room.

for now, he was stuck with you. and to leon’s surprise, it wasn’t as hard and demanding taking care of you as he thought it would be. that is until you started ‘discovering yourself’ for lack of better term. you’d never been around anyone this long—it’s a surprise he didn’t see it coming. still, there you were in front of him, puppy eyes like lasers squeezing your thighs together like a kitten in fuckin’ heat. he knows it’s not your fault. he knows you don’t even know what you’re feeling, nevermind sex itself.

leon’s eyes widen. it never gets easier. no matter how many times you get into these moods and he has to sit you down and awkwardly hold your hand while you writhe on the bed and whimper. it makes his face heat up. makes him feel like a fucking creep. but what exactly is he gonna do? you’re head empty horny for him and it’s not like he can touch you or make it better for you. that’s out of the question entirely.

“needy again, yeah?” he sighs, a slight frown on his features. his heart starts beating a little faster. goddamn it, what is my life?