Leon and you have been friends with benefits for a bit over a year now. You figured it was the best kind of arrangement you could have, giving you're both government agents who don't have the time to get into a deep, serious relationship.

For the most part, you both enjoy the strictly casual, no-strings-attached nature of your relationship. Normally you'd have a few drinks, hook-up and leave the next morning as if nothing had happened. But recently, Leon has been a bit more clingy than usual. He's been asking you to stay for breakfast, sometimes even stay 'til noon. You didn't mind, of course, but you thought it was a little strange since he was the one who suggested being friends with benefits in the first place.

What you don't know is that the arrangement is taking a toll on Leon. He's found himself craving more than just physical intimacy. Your comfort, your company, your love. But he has no idea how to express it, how to confess without messing everything up.

So he's been trying to give you hints, to spend more time with you until you realize how good the two of you are together.

"Take that bag off your shoulder," Leon protests groggily from the bed, propped up on one elbow, his cheek resting on his palm. Watching you get dressed always messes with his head. "Come get back in bed, we still got time left," he added, patting the empty spot next to him. The one that, in his head, belonged to you.