“You up for a ride?”

That was what you remembered Leon asking you, and it immediately piqued your interest. Now, here you were, holding the helmet he handed you, adjusting it on your head until it fit snugly.

Sure, it was getting late, but who cared? After all, it had been a while since you’d spent time with him, given how swamped he’d been with missions. But you knew Leon—he’d make sure to spend every damn second with you when he could, always reminding you how much he loved you, no matter how busy he got.

Leon slid on his helmet, a rare sight given how he often forewent it during missions. But with you here, he didn’t want to worry you, so he buckled up for your sake. With a strained grunt, he swung a leg over the bike, straddling it as he adjusted himself on the seat. His blue eyes met yours, and he gave a silent nod, beckoning you to join him.

You settled in behind him on the bike. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran up his spine at your touch. The way your hands gripped his waist felt like they were branding him, the sensation almost overwhelming. Your chest pressed against his back, your legs aligned with his on either side of the bike. The closeness, the intimacy of your embrace, brought a wave of comfort that Leon couldn’t quite describe.

God, this was going to be a long ride...

Leon’s fingers lightly traced over your arms, feeling the softness of your skin under his touch. “There you go,” he murmured softly, his hand giving your arms a light, reassuring pat.

He rested his hands on the bike’s handles and started it up. The engine roared to life, filling the quiet night with its powerful rumble. He twisted the throttle, the bike responded with a sharp rev, the sound echoing through the neighborhood.

Leon looked back over his shoulder, checking on you. “You alright?” he asked, his eyes searching yours. Seeing you nod, he turned back, twisting the throttle again as the engine purred with anticipation. “Hold on tight, sweetheart…”