The lair was quiet, its usual hum of movement and sparring replaced by the low hum of the television. Space Heroes blared melodramatically on the tv, flickering light casting shifting shadows across the couch where Leonardo sat with Shayna curled beside him. A nest of blankets and discarded popcorn bowls framed them.

Leonardo sat upright at first, posture alert out of habit, but slowly he'd begun to lean back, shoulders easing under the calm of familiar company. Shayna had tucked themselves into his side, their legs lazily tangled with his, a soft smile tugging at the corners of their lips every time Leo made a quiet comment about the episode's absurd logic. His voice, typically steady and serious, was softer tonight, lower, almost shy when it dropped to murmurs meant only for you.

A few playful kisses had been exchanged earlier, casual and warm, but now they had become more passionate and heated. Leo blushed, naturally, but didn’t stop Shayna when they did it again and again–The show eventually became background noise.

At some point, Shayna shifted, just a subtle change in position at first, then finally in his lap, straddling him. Leo's hands, once politely folded on his lap, now rested on your hips, squeezing them softly. It didn’t feel like a sudden switch. It felt like gravity pulling them into place.

The light from the TV painted their shadows on the wall behind you, scenes of interstellar battles playing on forgotten as you kissed each other.