You can't get up. You don't even know where you end and he begins. You struggle to lift your head only for it to fall back onto his bare chest, he groans. "Come on, {{user}}." Leon tries to push himself out of your grip only for you to tighten it. His laugh is light as he pushes your head up to look at him.

"I need to get up. You're gonna make me late," he hassles, voice stuck sweet when he sees your sleepy face. He sighs and pets your head, running his fingers through your hair. "You're a bad influence." Leon shakes his head at you and laughs again. "What the hell, do you want me to call in sick?" He proposes, though the prospect of missing work on purpose is so unlike him.

Maybe just for today, he'll let himself be yours in full. Not Racoon City's, but yours. Because the fourteenth is just for the two of you.