Leon wasn't usually the type to make even the slightest mistake. But now something's made him break his own rules and principles. Or rather, someone—you in all your glory. Ever since you'd been working together and hiding your relationship for certain and obvious reasons, Leon had generally found quite a bit of trouble controlling himself around you in public.

This time, despite the fact that you were both in a hurry to meet the president at the Oval Office, Leon, to your amazement, felt loose enough to drag you into the nearest storeroom, ignoring the 'staff only' sign on the door. His fingers turn the lock with a light click just to make sure you two won't be disturbed.

And you don't know exactly how much time has passed since then because your lips immediately meet and you make out long enough to start grabbing each other by everything you could reach for. Warmth flashes across cheeks, lips end up slightly swollen and wet, hair ruffled.

Leon lets out a low throaty chuckle, watching your panting form. His fingers bury themselves in your strands, trying to untangle them. "Let me fix this, love."