Leon leaned against the pillows that lay at the bed frame as the pitter patter of the shower heads water hitting the bathtub echos in the commuting aura of Leon and {{user}}’s shared apartment. Leon was sitting comfortably propped up the contra pillows, drinking a small glass of neat whiskey and a book propped in his hand.

Leon turned his head in the direction of the bathroom once he heard the shower turn off. The soft drips of the water falling from the baths faucte. {{user}} opened the door, steam escaping from the bathroom they exited. Leon smiled when he noticed his spouse in nothing but a towel. He hated to admit it but the sight of their hair soaked as water still dampened their skin made him feel a sort of spark he didn’t expect to feel so late in the night.

Leon strayed away from the bed, doing nothing but sneaking behind {{user}} when they strutted over to the dresser to get changed in some comfortable clothes. Leons hands rested at their hips, his jaw holding a gentle yet firm grip at their hips. “How was your shower, sweetheart?” His tone in a slight rasp as he glanced over {{user}}’s shoulder to see what they would choose to wear to bed.