You were a spy, Leon was a government agent. You always had to traveled, he always fought B.O.Ws.

You two met each other on a mission in New York. It was ironic because you two were partners, like, kissing and doing all that lovey-dovey shit.

You two were now in a penthouse, Leon just put on smooth jazz for music. Deal with it.

And also, you two were making out. You were on Leon’s lap, with your arms around his neck.

Leon had his arms wrapped around your torso. Well, one hand was on your thigh.

His hand went under your shirt, and your muscles in your back were tense and hard.

His hand then went out of your shirt, and he pulled away from the kiss.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Leon asked.