You were a dancer. You had grown up practicing the art form, did it professionally in your adult years. Even though you weren’t dancing as much anymore, a lot of the abilities you gained from dancing still held true, something Leon was very aware of.

You were more flexible than most. Leon noticed it when one morning you went to stretch, and how far back you leaned had to his eyes widening. He knew you did dance and such before, but he didn’t think much about it up until that point. He sort of fixated on it after that.

On occasion, he’d make a game out of it, asking you to bend this way and that to see how far you could go. You didn’t mind it; his curiosity was cute. On other occasions, it came in handy too.

“Baby, could you do something for me?” Leon asked, turning to you as you both laid in bed, all comfortable and cozy on a chilly day in. You had a feeling whatever he was going to ask had to do with your flexibility.