𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2

Friday Date Night

"Come on, come on, we're gonna be late!" I whine, impatiently tapping my imaginary watch as Leon laces up his shoes. Leon gives me a pointed look before sighing.

"Y/N, are you sure you wanna go to this? It's Friday night, why don't we just order takeout and watch a movie?" Leon asks,  not arguing but more like suggesting. I shake my head and grab his hands, pulling him out of the door and down the steps into the street.

"You promised." I smile, Leon links our fingers together as we walk to the couples painting class. Leon shakes his head ruefully as he swings our hands.

"I was half asleep and it was two in the morning when you asked." He mumbles, I look up at him as I walk, pulling a face until he pulls me towards him and laughs. I look back to see a street lamp I almost walked into. "Maybe we should take you to get your eyes tested instead." Leon teases, I stick out my tongue as we reach our destination.

It's a simple building nestled within the city. Inside are various tables filled with canvasses and paints, only a few couples sit around and I'm glad to see glasses of wine being offered. Leon opens the door for me and gestures for me to go inside as I pick our table near the window, that way I've got a nice view to look at whilst we paint for the next two hours.

"Alright everyone," the host of the class begins, "tonight is about finding your theme, so pick a memory or something that makes you feel strongly, either good or bad, then just paint."

I nod, accepting some wine then begin pouring some paint out and grabbing a brush. Leon watches me uneasily from opposite the table. I arch a brow, reaching for a pencil. "What's wrong?" I ask.

Leon huffs a laugh, "This is ridiculous, how do I know what to paint?"

I shrug and begin sketching out a picture. "I can't tell you, it defeats the point of finding your theme" I exaggerate, snorting as Leon and I both laugh, earning dirty looks from nearby couples who seem to take this seriously.

Leon shakes his head and downs his glass of wine as I sip. He sits for about ten minutes, looking around as his brows knit together in confusion, he mutters under his breath things like "Stupid" and "not a lot of ideas". Eventually though, he begins to draw and eventually paint.

We both concentrate on our paintings, occasionally chatting in-between. I look up at one point to see Leon scratch his cheek, and a massive smear of grey paint coats his cheek. I bite my lip to keep from laughing, Leon has no idea and I'm not telling him yet.

Two hours pass quickly, and I finish my art just in time. The host asks us to clear our spaces and possibly leave a donation at the door, which I know on our way out Leon will leave a pretty big sum since the money goes to charity.

"So, what's your picture?" I ask as I clear up, Leon shakes his head, turning the painting away from me as I try to peek. I frown playfully and show him mine. His eyes widen, but then a massive smile tilts his lips.

"That's a very colourful cat." Leon chuckles. I nod, feeling proud of my rainbow cat artwork with planets in the background.

"My childhood cat was named Luna, it seemed fitting." I shrug, still hoping to see Leon's work, but every time I try to look, he frowns deeper and moves it.

"You've got paint on your cheek." I mumble as we stand, it seems like we're the last couple to leave. Leon tried to wipe it away but misses, so I lean in and grab the cloth, cleaning him up before planting a kiss to his cheek.

As predicted, Leon leaves a roll of money in the donation jar and grabs our dry paintings, carrying them with one hand as he wraps another around my middle as we walk back home.

"You cold?" He asks as I lean into him, I nod but wave it off, telling him we'll be home soon so it's fine.

Once home, I immediately take down a thrifted piece of art to hang up mine. Leon watches me with concern as I balance with one foot on the sofa and other on a table. When I try to get down Leon's arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up, setting me down on my feet safely like he always does when I'm trying to be independent.

"Here, you're gonna snoop anyway." Leon mumbles after a minute or so, he lifts his painting up and shows me. It reveals to be a grousome scene of monsters and death, a raining city and a figure in blue amidst it all.

I stare and stare, feeling the emotions practically leap from the canvas. I look up to see Leon averting his eyes, ah now I know why he didn't want to show me, it's deep. Personal.

"Thanks for showing me." I whisper, gently setting the art aside as I reach up on my toes and cup his cheeks. He leans into my touch and closes his eyes.

"It actually felt good, to, I don't know...get it out." Leon softly says, I nod and kiss him softly.

"We don't have to go again if you don't want, maybe a baking class or crotchet can be our next thing." I tease to lighten the mood. Leon's lips quirk up as his arms snake around my body, pressing me close to him as he looks down at me with love in his eyes.

"Or we could stay home, eat Chinese and fuc-" Leon begins, but I press a finger to his lips.

"Watch your language Mr Kennedy." I joke.

He smirks before picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder, his hand on my ass as he walks to the bedroom. "We could compromise." He mumbles, closing the bedroom door once we're in.