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Wrapped Around You

Leon Kennedy x Reader . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

Leon comes home late, worn down and quiet. You’re half-asleep in your favourite PJs, waiting for him like always. He holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. And maybe you are.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ You’re already half-asleep, curled up in the softest blanket, wearing that cute pyjama set he always teases you about—the one that makes his eyes linger just a second longer. The apartment is quiet, peaceful, when the front door creaks open, soft enough to blend into the silence of the late night. 1:47 AM. The clock glows faintly. Leon’s home.

You roll over blinking drowsily as you hear the faint sound of his boots being kicked off and the rustling of his jacket coming off. You didn’t mean to wait up, not really. You’d just wanted to see him- wanted to feel him beside you. The bedroom door opens with a soft click, and he stands there in the dim light—exhausted, his hair messy, but still managing a small smile when he sees you curled up in your favourite PJs, waiting for him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and rough from the day. “Didn’t mean to wake you.” You smile into your pillow, barely opening your eyes. “You didn’t. I was waiting.” Leon sighs, almost in relief, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Thought you’d be asleep by now.” “I was trying to wait,” you murmur, still soft with sleep. “Wanted to say hi.”

He lets out a breath of a laugh and drops his shirt to the floor before climbing into bed behind you. The bed dips beneath his weight, and then suddenly you’re surrounded—arms sliding around your waist, his chest pressing against your back, his face nuzzling into the side of your neck.

His voice is muffled there when he whispers, “Hi.” You giggle, reaching to rest your hand on his forearm where it’s wrapped around you. “Rough day?” He hums, and you can feel it against your skin. “It was long and boring, I missed you.”

His words are warm against your neck, and when he kisses you there—just a soft press of lips to skin—you shiver. It’s instinctual, your body already relaxing into him like muscle memory. Like he’s home. Like he’s always home.

Leon shifts just enough to pull you closer, if that’s even possible, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your pajama top to settle on your bare stomach. He’s warm, all heat and muscle and exhaustion, and he holds you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away in your sleep.“I hate coming home late,” he murmurs. “I hate not getting to spend the nights with you.” You turn your head slightly, enough to look back at him with sleep-heavy eyes. “You’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Another kiss, this one slower. “I am.” Your eyes flutter shut as he brushes his knuckles across your stomach, his other hand tracing lazy circles into your hip. His lips press another kiss to the back of your shoulder. Then your neck. Then just behind your ear.

“ Are you gonna fall asleep on me?” he whispers. “Maybe,” you breathe. “Unless you keep doing that.” He chuckled, “I missed you,” he hums. Leon wraps his arm around you tighter, pulling you even closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. His voice is soft when he speaks again—low, like a secret whispered into the night. “Love you.”

You smile. Sleepy. Safe. Loved. “Love you more.”