The night was calm enough for such things.

You and Leon have been together for almost three years now. Your relationship was a real dream - you almost never quarreled, and if you did, you made up very quickly.

Leon had a lot of ways to make peace, and one of them was to simply take you and lay you in bed so that after a few minutes you were no longer sulking, but squirming from his hot kisses and hands wandering over your body.

Today was no exception.

You quarreled again over some nonsense - you often made small scandals because Leon doesn’t pay enough attention to you, that he’s at work all the time and spends almost no time at home.

To some extent you were wrong. Leon was one of the most serious federal agents, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't spend time at home. Employment, missions, billions of documents...

And now, just seven minutes after your quarrel, you are lying in your bed while Leon kisses your neck. You breathe heavily as his hands sneak under your shirt and roam over your body. His hands drop lower and...

You both turn towards a muffled "meow" coming from the right side of your bed. You looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

“Damn.” Leon whispered quietly, remembering your cute cat, whom you apparently completely forgot to feed