Sublimity ? Leon Kennedy

- smut warning -

Leon is already awake, next to me, head propped against the headboard. The morning skies sift through the windows, reflecting off his face.

I blink for a second, taking him in — the strands of his messy platinum hair, his lazy blue eyes — the sleeves of his white shirt slightly digging into his biceps.

God.

I blush.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He mumbles, voice groggy, shifting and tucking a lose strand of hair away from my face. "How'd you sleep?"

I've slept on this bed for a week, but somehow it's softer now. "I slept okay." I rasp. "I am still a little sleepy, but I feel like I won't be able to go back to sleep anymore."

He chuckles and sighs. "Yeah, I know how you feel. Once I'm up, I'm up. But, I'd say it was worth it for a good night's sleep."

I shift, pressing my cheek against the pillow. "How about you? How did you sleep?"

He lets his gaze train on the ceiling, putting a hand under his head and using it as an extra pillow. "That's the best sleep I've had in a looonggg time." He draws it out. "But I think having you next to me has something to do with it."

Oh god he's at it again.

I didn't forget about what happened last night at all. Not a second or blink of it. Even in my sleep I carried it — his fiery breath dancing on my face, his grippy hands squeezing just a little bit too much, his words.

I would tell everyone in this safehouse that you're mine.

Part of me thought I just imagined it. That I'm slowly but surely spiraling under the weight of this world. But the way my mouth still remembers, the way my waist still feels the dig of his fingers against my skin — says otherwise.

It's real alright.

And somehow that's so much worse.

I scoot closer to him, resting my head on top of his chest. His heart picks up against my ear and I feel him tense for a second, and then he relaxes, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"You fit there perfectly." He says, fingers tracing shapes on my skin, his breath vibrating in his chest.

"I fit where perfectly?"

"Right there, silly. On my chest."

The ache of a smile pulls on my mouth. "That's very cute."

His chest rises and he chuckles. "You're adorable."

I frown. "Am I? You're probably more adorable than I ever will be." I murmur, resting an arm over his stomach, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"Nah, I'm not adorable. I'm a badass, remember? I don't do adorable. You, on the other hand . ." He pulls me in closer, my cheek against his collarbone now. ". . Definitely adorable."

My heart swells, the proximity throbbing against my skin. So deliberate, so relaxed. He's right. It feels like I belong there. Like I was meant to be no where else but there — in his arms, on this bed. In this goddamn safehouse.

"You will be adorable if I say you are."

I don't see it, but I feel him looking at me and feigning offense and rolling his eyes. "Oh, so you're in charge now, huh? Deciding if I can be adorable or not?"

"Don't fight with me on this, Leon."

His chest falls from a sigh. "Fine, fine, I'm adorable." He groans. "Happy? You always gotta win." He ruffles my hair, messing it up even more.