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Remember: everything Leon Kennedy says is made up.
Two weeks without seeing him. Two weeks alone in your bed, no contact, wondering if he's alive.
You stand beneath the hot spray of the shower, but you can't say you're surprised when you feel a familiar set of strong arms wrap around your middle from behind. It's Leon, finally back from his latest mission and ready to see you.
He snuck in rather easily, undressing before he got to the bathroom where you were. His naked frame pressed firmly against you from behind, letting it be known what he wanted.
"Hey," murmurs his voice in your ear. "Missed me?"
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