𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Scoops and Savouring

AN: Yes I did say I was done with writing for Leon Kennedy. Also yes, I've changed my mind. Updates might be slow, but they'll come as often as I feel like it☺️

We're currently having a heatwave here in the UK, and I'm beyond over the warmer temperatures. Despite that, I felt inspired to write a cute yet amusing imagine featuring Leon and a tub of ice cream that just won't budge...I've also added a teeny tiny smut scene at the end!  

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The summer heat feels unbearable, with humidity and no breeze at all I genuinely feel like I'm sweating buckets. Leon seems unfazed by the hotter temperatures, probably due to the fact that he's used to working in heat and getting warm. I sprawl out on the sofa with my limbs stretched in different directions, my hair plastered to my forehead as Leon glances at me from the other side of the room, an amused smile on his lips as he finishes putting some DVD's back on the shelf. Despite having a standing fan beside me, the attempt to cool me down was futile. 

"Aren't you hot?" I ask, craning my head up as Leon arches a brow. I can tell he barely resists the urge to make a joke, but instead he shakes his head and comes over, tapping my legs as I lift my knees up and give him space to sit down. He hums, reaching over and swiping my hair away from my face. I no doubt look a mess, but his blue eyes still soften as he watches me. 

"I'm warmer than I like to be, but it's nothing I can't handle." He replies, lifting a shoulder as I huff out a laugh and roll my eyes as I sit up. Leon playfully taps the tip of my nose just as my stomach growls, it's past seven and we still haven't had anything to eat since lunch. "What should we have for dinner? I can't say I'd want to cook anything that requires too much work." 

"I thought you were mister 'the heat doesn't bother me'? " I tease, "Let's have some ice cream, I need something to cool me down not heat me up." I suggest with a smile. Leon raises an eyebrow at me, his lips curve in amusement as he knocks his shoulder into mine. 

"Dessert for dinner? I guess I can settle for it." He murmurs with mocking disapproval, holding out a hand which I take as he pulls me up. Hand in hand we head to the kitchen,  where I grab two bowls and Leon rummages in the freezer for the tub of ice cream we bought a couple days ago. I also grab the spoons just as Leon grabs the tub and sets it on the counter, the cold air steams off of the tub, encouraging me to lean close and press my cheek against it. Leon chuckles, nudging me out of the way with his hip as he pries off the lid and grabs a spoon, except that's when things seem to go wrong. Leon jams the spoon into the ice cream, but it only goes halfway. He frowns at it in disbelief before pushing it in further, brows only furrowing deeper as he tries with all his might to get the spoon into the ice cream. I smother a laugh as I settle back and watch Leon battle against a formidable opponent, he moves the spoon from side to side before moving the tub and then shifting his hips, but no matter how hard he tries the spoon just won't cut through the frozen ice cream. He grunts and curses under his breath, beads of sweat now forming on his forehead as I finally chip in.

"You're telling me the infamous Leon S. Kennedy can fight monsters and take down his enemies within seconds, but scooping ice cream is just beyond your skill set?" I tease. Leon shoots me a playful glare as he tries again, his muscles tense up handsomely as he only manages to bend the spoon in half. He panics and bends it the other way, fixing it but there's still a kink in the metal now. I don't even hide my giggle at this point as another glare is shot my way. 

"It's tougher than it looks!" Leon defends, voice rising an octave or two as he sighs and tries to pull the spoon out, but the whole ice cream tub ends up lifting from the counter too. I dart forwards and grab it seconds before it falls from the spoon, I catch it and set it back on the counter as Leon stands there holding the spoon. I twitch my lips as Leon makes a low, frustrated sound and dives in again with his spoon, I stand there watching as a ball of ice cream finally gives, it rolls onto the spoon as Leon uses all his strength, but it's too much this time. The chunk of ice cream bolts off of the spoon, flying through the air as it hits me square in the cheek before rolling down my chest and between my breasts. My jaw literally drops as Leon stares at me with wide eyes, his lips parted as he toes the line between fleeing and laughing. Moments pass as the ice cream melts against my hot skin, then in unison we both break out into tears of laughter, doubling over and grabbing each other as we giggle and snort, sounding more like farm animals than adults. 

When we finally calm down, Leon approaches me with a newfound twinkle in his eyes. "Let me help you clean that up." He deeply murmurs, reaching out and swiping a thumb across my ice cream covered cheek. I blush as he sucks his thumb, lips lifting as I snort and hold a hand on my hip, I open my mouth to playfully scold him but then he leans down, tongue swiping out as he licks my chest in a vertical stripe. My breath catches as shivers of pleasure run down my spine, Leon looks up from his bent position, eyes seeking consent to do it again, I nod in silence as he pokes his tongue out and licks up the mess he made, trailing little kisses across my bare skin as he devours the sweet dessert splattered on me. My knees grow weak just as he pulls away, licking his lips as he grabs a cloth and then gently reaches for my waist, tugging me closer as he cleans up the saliva and remnants of what was supposed to be our dinner. 

I glance over at the ice cream, which has long turned to liquid from our prolonged moment. I sigh as Leon sees it too. As if both thinking the same thing, simultaneously we say "Takeout." We should've just chosen that in the first place. Leon cleans up the mess as I order our regular dishes, then together we settle back in front of the fan as we wait for our food. When it arrives Leon collects it as I close the curtains on the sunset and settle beside my boyfriend as he chooses a movie for us to watch. Leon apologises for the ice cream, but I wave it off as I devour my food with a urgency. 

"It's fine, it was worth making the mess." I softly say, watching as Leon chuckles at himself. We eat together and then finish watching the movie, thankfully the temperature seems to drop a little making the night cool and refreshing. When clearing up, Leon wraps an arm around my shoulders. 

"What should we do for dessert?" He grins, wiggling his brows as I snort at him. 

"I think you've had enough dessert for one night, however I think I deserve a treat." I say in a suggestive tone, already my hands reach for him as I push him back against the counter. 

Not long after we find ourselves in bed, with Leon groaning and clutching the covers underneath me as I settle myself between his thighs, my treat in my mouth as Leon curses my name like a prayer and bucks his lips into my mouth. I swirl my tongue and savour the taste, eyelashes fluttering up at him as he props an arm under his head to watch me. Leon doesn't take charge or urge me to go anymore than what I'm giving as I bob my head and hollow out my cheeks. It isn't long until I'm swallowing more than I can take as Leon praises me and massages his fingers into my hair, my scalp tingles from both his comforting compliments and the feel of his love. Afterwards we lie side by side, window open as the stars shine as brightly as our happiness.