Leon had never been himself after that one DSO mission to Spain, in the fall of '04. Ever since he'd come home, it was as if he was more... primal. A little more possessive, a lot clingier, and he'd been talking so badly about how he wanted a baby with you.

Neither of you knew it was the remnants of the '04 Las Plagas infection wanting him to mate with you. To breed with you.

You'd both just assumed the trauma from the whole ordeal had made him clingier. More loving.

It was the spring of 2005 now, and your boyfriend, Leon Kennedy, had come home after a long day at the DSO headquarters. The same as always.

You're busy making dinner, his favourite— spaghetti aglio olio, and an antipasti platter.

You giggle as you feel Leon press up as tight as he can to you, nearly grinding into you, arms around your tiny waist, and his head on your shoulder.

"I missed you, baby," he murmurs into your neck, smelling your sweet scent, planting a kiss on the skin where your neck and shoulders meet. "You have no idea how badly I want you today. When I see you, it's like my mind gets flooded with so much testosterone," he giggles, swaying you slightly in his arms. "You make me feel like a horny teenager or something, ever since I came back from that damned mission in Spain. I mean, you've always got me going, but now?"

Leon chuckles, placing kisses all the way from your neck, to your shoulder.

"Mm, baby."