Leon was always like this after his long missions—irritable, on the verge of aggression.

His body sinks heavily on top of yours, his fingers clutching your waist as you wrap your hands around his head in a reassuring gesture, caressing his scalp. And Leon’s tightly closed eyes snap open as he fixes his hazy gaze on your face.

He suddenly grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one of his hands to prevent your unwelcome movements, apparently unconcerned that your skin might end up being marked. He grunts and hisses, as if about to tighten his grip.

"Calm me down, baby." Leon whispered in undertone. His thumb slowly traces the outline of your lower lip, as he watches the tip of your tongue stick out to touch his skin, causing the warm sensation.