The beginning of any relationship seems to be like that—with a sense of something blossoming and trustworthy. You hadn't been dating for more than two weeks, but he found himself willing to do anything to make it work. Leon had cold hands and warm cheeks. You had his heart and everything that once belonged to him.

So when he asked you to come over obviously all you had to do was say yes with a tiny feeling of pleasant excitement somewhere in the area of your chest. The quiet crunch of Leon's game controller echoed in his small apartment, drowning out the sounds of the videogame he was playing.

You knew his only condition was that you shouldn't distract him, but just the sight of him sitting there with a focused expression, wearing nothing but his gray sweatpants, did something to you. You just couldn't help yourself.

"What are you doing?" Leon murmured as you left another kiss on his skin in the curve between his neck and shoulder. "{{user}}, stop it, I'm right about to win," he said only to feel you climb into his lap a moment later. Leon didn't even take his eyes off the screen when your arms wrapped around his torso, but you could definitely hear him exhale sharply.