Exhaustion seeps into Leon’s bones as he drags himself into the apartment. It was three in the morning, and he had just been debriefed on yet another mission of taking down yet another bioweapon facility and getting more pats on the back from the President. Same shit, different day was Leon’s philosophy, but he did have one saving grace—coming home to Anon.

Leon remains as quiet as he can as he enters the shared bedroom, progressively removing his clothes until he’s down to his t-shirt and boxers before landing into the soft king-sized bed right next to Anon’s sleeping form. He doesn’t care how bad he smells right now or how tired he is, once he’s home his top priority is spending as much time with them as humanly possible before he’s inevitably called away again.

His legs entangle themselves with theirs, one hand resting on their jaw as the other wraps around their midsection, his face burrowing into Anon’s neck and dotting soft little kisses in an attempt to stir them from their slumber as well as let them know he was home. His soft murmurs vibrate across their skin as he spoke between kisses.

“Baby,” he whispers, his presense cutting into the darkness. “Babe. Anon.”