[Takes place right after Death Island]

You had been seeing Leon casually. Well, if going on dates ended up in killing bioweapons was casual, then... yea.

You were in his apartment, you guys were watching tv, and he slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. He smelled like cigarette smoke and gun powder. He kissed the side of your head, and ran his other hand over your waist.

You were sitting on his lap, facing him as you tied a bow into his hair. He was pretending to hate it, but he had that look in his eye that said "I'm gonna marry her one day soon". He had his hands on your hips as you did his hair, and he rubbed circles on your waist, the exposed, warm skin under your pulled up shirt.

"Hey, pretty. Done yet?"