[resident evil] with a bang
Title: With a Bang
Author: lizzyrebel
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: none
Character/Pairing: Leon, Ashley, minor Leon/Ashley
Spoilers/Warnings: post-RE4
Author's Notes: nothing really special. I just finally convinced a friend to replay the game for me (I don't actually own RE4 itself) and I just love Leon and Ashley. ^__^
Ashley Graham had this amazing talent. The ability to make him feel like a jackass without actually calling him a jackass. Hell, without speaking two words to him.
Well, too bad, Leon Kennedy thought for the fifth time that morning. Ashley usually got her way, but he had put his foot down this time, and Leon was used to people coming to attention when he did so. Ashley had come to attention.
And then she had stopped speaking to him.
“You’re a jerk,” she said.
Which wasn’t anything new, if you based it on the fact that that was the only sentence she had said to him since he had hauled her out of her bedroom at dawn.
The blonde turned her attention back to the window she was looking out of, crossing her legs under her knee-length skirt. Leon glared it. He was fairly certain he had explicitly told her to wear jeans, and long-sleeves. Of course, Ashley did neither of those things, and probably just to spite him.
“I’m really angry at you, Leon.”
Yeah, he knew that too.
“You’ll get over it,” he told her, keeping his tone amicable.
The reflection of Ashley’s face he caught in the window looked doubtful, but she didn’t bother with a reply. Instead she stubbornly jutted out her chin and stiffened her shoulders.
Leon sighed. It was going to be a long day.
--
Admittedly, Leon hadn’t actually expected this much resistance from her. Usually, Ashley accepted that he knew what the hell he was talking about, especially when it came to firearms and how not to get killed.
But then again, Leon didn’t have a father hell-bent on strict gun policies. In fact, his father was a cop down in Miami, and he’d worked vice for about ten years. His father’s glock was like a third arm.
“C’mon,” Leon told her as he opened her door. “Couldn’t you have worn pants like I asked?”
“Couldn’t you have not been a chauvinistic pig?” Ashley shot right back.
The old shooting range was used by retired marines and SEALs, but Leon had called in a favor and had the area cleared for the day. Then he’d put his ass on the line and sat down with President Graham to have a nice, long chat about Ashley’s best interests.
Ashley looked at the place like it was something akin to the Spanish village where they’d first met. Leon thought that was a little unfair, and it wasn’t all that bad. She didn’t have to take her father’s policies to heart.
Okay, in fairness, he actually agreed with most of President Graham’s gun control legislations. But sometimes guns were necessary, and they were fine in the right hands. Leon was going make sure Ashley’s hands were.
They headed down to the shooting range. Leon’s handpicked guns were already there, waiting in a tightly locked box hidden under one of the shooting stands. See? He was all about gun control.
Ashley crossed her arms and scowled.
“Okay, here,” Leon said as he pointedly ignored Ashley’s unhappy face. He unlocked the case and selected the first gun. “This is a Glock. Standard for most police units. It’s got about a nine inch barrel and shots your basic nine millimeter rounds.”
“I’m not an officer of the law, am I?” Ashley asked, clearly not amused.
Leon eyed her. At his full height, he could look above her head. “No, you’re not. But a Glock is a fairly decent gun to carry around. I mean, sure, a Lady Colt would probably be better for you, overall, but I don’t exactly carry those peashooters around.”
“I don’t want to, Leon.”
“Ash, c’mon.” He held the gun out to her, butt first. Ashley sneered at it.
“No.”
“Ashley.”
“Leon.”
He gave a long-suffering sigh. Most of their arguments went like this. Normally, he’d back down after a couple of hours if she was real adamant about the subject. But he wouldn’t this time. Not for this.
“I can wait all day,” he pointed out to her and Ashley stuck her tongue at him. He tried not to notice how cute she was when she made that face. Tried to, and failed.
“Well, so can I, Mr. Macho.”
“Your dad and I both agree this is for the best, Ashley,” he tried again. The statement hadn’t really softened her any, just got her pissed at her father. Which Leon was sure he’d be hearing all about. “It’s to keep you safe.”
“Did you know that most people carrying around guns for protection have a higher chance of being shot with that gun than actually defending themselves from a criminal?” Ashley looked pretty pleased at this little tidbit she had rustled up.
Leon gave her a look. “Not if you do it right.” And he could pretty much assure her that after two days with him, she’d do it right. He held the gun out again. “Just take it.”
“I don’t want to touch it,” she muttered angrily.
“Ashley,” he sighed. Honestly, he didn’t know how she went the whole day being as helpless as she was. Leon had never been helpless, not for a day in his life, even during the worst of Raccoon City. Ashley didn’t know a butt from a barrel, and Leon was pretty sure that was what had him waking up at three in the morning in a cold sweat.
He could tell she was ready to be stubborn and pig-headed by the way her heels dug down into the dirt.
“I said no.”
Alright. Alright. He got that she was really taking this seriously, and that she honest to God didn’t want to hold the damn gun. Fine. He got that. He could respect that. It was a nice ideal. Keyword here being ideal.
“Look, Ash, I know that you and your father have this real strict gun policy belief, and I think that’s a swell idea, okay? It’s a real great ideal, thinking that if you make guns harder to get people who shouldn’t won’t, but we live in the real world here. You need to know…” He trailed off as Ashley’s lower lip wobbled. “I need you to know how to do this, alright?”
“What?” Well, that had her attention. She was looking at him with wide eyes, completely glued to him.
“It’s my job to keep you safe, for now. But I work for the government. That could change at any moment. Just BAM and I’m not there anymore.” He wasn’t really a touchy, feely kind of guy, but if it got Ashley to listen, Leon figured he’d bite the bullet. “I wouldn’t be able do my job, whatever job they gave me, if I didn’t know you’d be able to take care of yourself.”
And, oh, hallelujah, she softened. Guess the truth paid off, after all. He’d have to remember that.
“Please, Ash? For me? I’d sleep better at night if I knew you’d be okay when I’m not around.”
This time Ashley sighed and looked away, into the shelter of trees, before thrusting a hand out of him, looking very put out and defeated.
“Oh, alright, just me give the stupid gun.”
“Thanks. Here you go. Get a firm grip.” Leon blanched a little as her tiny fingers haltingly gripped the butt of the Glock. Good thing he hadn’t clicked the safety off. “Yes, like that. Now, before we start, you should get your stance right. Grip the gun. Grip it, Ashley. Okay, good. Now brace your legs, feet apart.”
“I feel like an idiot,” Ashley muttered as she did as she was instructed.
Leon resisted telling her that she kind of looked like one.
Two hours later, Leon was suddenly glad he hadn’t taken the time to teach Ashley how to shoot down in Spain. It really wouldn’t have done any good.
He couldn’t figure out if she was purposely missing the target, or if she was just that poor of a shot. It didn’t seem possible that a person could miss that many times, but judging by the way her lip was curled unhappily in her teeth and a line of sweat rolled down the side of her face, it wasn’t intentional.
Leon couldn’t figure it out. How could anyone be this bad? It wasn’t like he was telling her to hit a kill zone. A leg or an arm or somewhere on the damn target would have been fine. A tree? Not so much. The ground? Nope.
“Stop it,” Ashley snapped.
“Stop what?” he asked as he dropped the hand that had been messaging his temples.
“That.” Ashley turned her head to glare at him, the gun nearly following the same path, except that Leon had yelled at her twice for it. “I know how bad I am. Stop acting like you expected me to turn into Rambo or something.”
“All right. Put the Glock down, would you?” He went back into one of the storage sheds. Normally, guns weren’t left at the range, but since this was for the marines and the navy SEALs, not a whole lot of people would think about stealing them. Not a whole lot of people had death wishes, after all.
“What,” Ashley said slowly when he returned, “is that?”
That was a Mossberg with a fifteen inch barrel. It was hell to aim, but at close range it would do a lot of damage, and since Ashley just sucked at hitting a target the best hope she had of doing any sort of damage was to just let loose. A Mossberg had big enough shells that it was bound to hit something.
“It’s a shotgun.”
“Leon. No. A handgun is one thing. Wait, a handgun goes against my beliefs, but I’d do it for you-”
That was really sweet of her, and Leon couldn’t stop a dopey grin from crossing his face.
“-will not, cannot, have anything do with a shotgun.”
“Let’s just try it, Ashley.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Look, if you give it a shot I promise that I’ll take you home after.” Ashley looked mutinous, so Leon sweetened the deal. “We’ll head over to my apartment and we can order pizza and watch a movie.”
Ashley considered it for a moment, pursing her lips. “What kind of movie?”
God help him. Things he did for his girl. “You get to choose.” So The Notebook it was. Hopefully, he could make it through it without hanging himself.
None to pleased, but more than eager to be on her way, Ashley accepted the shotgun from him and went to stand at shooting station. Leon sighed and came up behind her, readjusting her stance, and trying to ignore the smell of her skin.
She liked to try out new perfumes. Today she smelt like vanilla and musk and take me to bed please, and every man’s answer to that would have been, of course, yes.
Whoa, okay. Eyes on the prize.
Quickly, he stepped back before he got into trouble. “Okay, shoot.”
Ashley sent him a look before cocking her gun as he had showed her at her shoulder and closing one eye. It took her a moment or two to level the gun, and then remember to unlatch the safety, but… she was getting somewhere.
Two seconds before Ashley shot, Leon remembered recoil.
“Shit,” he said, but it was too late. Down Ashley went, with a great yelp of surprise. Leon winced as Ashley stared blankly up at the sky, shock written clearly over her face.
He’d forgotten all about the damn recoil. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had to deal with it. He’d been shooting for so long that it wasn’t a problem anymore, and the people he worked with probably had heard of recoil but didn’t know what the hell it was.
“Ashley? Hell, I’m sorry. I forgot.”
Ashley remained where she was, on her back in the dirt, the Mossberg at her feet and her brows furrowed, as if slightly confused as to why there was this sheering pain in her chest from where she had fired the damn gun Leon had insisted she try out.
When he bent down beside her, Ashley blinked. “Ow,” she managed. “Ow, I-ow. That hurts.”
Yeah. He bet it did.
“No, I mean-it hurts a lot.”
Carefully, he lifted up her shirt, trying to keep everything as impersonal as it should be. It only worked slightly because Ashley’s skin was so soft and so smooth, but he calmed down when he saw the beginnings of a bruise on her side.
It was going to be nasty tomorrow, and Leon felt really bad about it. He imagined once the shock wore off, Ashley was going to make it worse. Right now though, she was mostly biting her lip and dealing with the pain.
She lifted a hand as if she wanted to poke her bruise, but then remembered it would hurt and her hand fell back down to her side. Leon groaned.
“I’m real sorry.”
“Can I… can I go home now?” Ashley asked and Leon wanted to kiss her, she sounded so sad.
“Sure. I’ll take you home.” He wondered if movie night was off, but didn’t have the guts to ask. “Let me just go put all this away and then we’ll go, okay?”
As fast as he could he cleaned up the handguns he had brought, stowed them away in the trunk of his car, and then replaced the Mossberg, but not before giving it a healthy bang on the side of the shed for no real reason at all.
When he got back to Ashley she was sitting up and frowning down at her bruise.
“Well, let’s get going,” he said, trying to sound as light as he could. He scooped her up easily and Ashley’s arms came up around his neck.
Sometimes he wished Ashley wasn’t as delicate as she was. He always felt like he could break her with a good enough squeeze. He honestly didn’t know how Ashley could stand it, being that tiny all the time.
“I can walk,” Ashley mumbled against his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin.
“Yeah,” he agreed, but didn’t let her go.
--
“I’m disappointed in you, Leon.”
Well, he had known it was coming. Leon dared to glance at Ashley. She was looking at him, and her face was in one of its rare moments where he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“I mean, we had the whole day together and you didn’t try to cop a feel once.”
He nearly skidded off the road.
“Leon!”
“Cop a what?” he demanded when he had managed to get the car straightened.
“You know what, Leon.” Ashley rolled her eyes before shooting him a smile. “I was actually hoping for a little more from you.”
“Well, I was kind of focused on the goal,” Leon admitted sheepishly. “I, ah, didn’t want to get sidetracked.”
“You should learn to multitask.”
Ashley was right, especially if she had been waiting for him to cop a feel.
“Well,” Ashley said and settled into the seat of the car, “I guess you can make up for it tonight.”
So they were still on for movie night? Dark room, snuggling with Ashley Graham, and the ability to put the movie on mute for a make-out session. Sounded like a damn good night to Leon.
He grinned over at Ashley and broke the speed limit. Overall, not a bad day.
Author: lizzyrebel
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: none
Character/Pairing: Leon, Ashley, minor Leon/Ashley
Spoilers/Warnings: post-RE4
Author's Notes: nothing really special. I just finally convinced a friend to replay the game for me (I don't actually own RE4 itself) and I just love Leon and Ashley. ^__^
Ashley Graham had this amazing talent. The ability to make him feel like a jackass without actually calling him a jackass. Hell, without speaking two words to him.
Well, too bad, Leon Kennedy thought for the fifth time that morning. Ashley usually got her way, but he had put his foot down this time, and Leon was used to people coming to attention when he did so. Ashley had come to attention.
And then she had stopped speaking to him.
“You’re a jerk,” she said.
Which wasn’t anything new, if you based it on the fact that that was the only sentence she had said to him since he had hauled her out of her bedroom at dawn.
The blonde turned her attention back to the window she was looking out of, crossing her legs under her knee-length skirt. Leon glared it. He was fairly certain he had explicitly told her to wear jeans, and long-sleeves. Of course, Ashley did neither of those things, and probably just to spite him.
“I’m really angry at you, Leon.”
Yeah, he knew that too.
“You’ll get over it,” he told her, keeping his tone amicable.
The reflection of Ashley’s face he caught in the window looked doubtful, but she didn’t bother with a reply. Instead she stubbornly jutted out her chin and stiffened her shoulders.
Leon sighed. It was going to be a long day.
--
Admittedly, Leon hadn’t actually expected this much resistance from her. Usually, Ashley accepted that he knew what the hell he was talking about, especially when it came to firearms and how not to get killed.
But then again, Leon didn’t have a father hell-bent on strict gun policies. In fact, his father was a cop down in Miami, and he’d worked vice for about ten years. His father’s glock was like a third arm.
“C’mon,” Leon told her as he opened her door. “Couldn’t you have worn pants like I asked?”
“Couldn’t you have not been a chauvinistic pig?” Ashley shot right back.
The old shooting range was used by retired marines and SEALs, but Leon had called in a favor and had the area cleared for the day. Then he’d put his ass on the line and sat down with President Graham to have a nice, long chat about Ashley’s best interests.
Ashley looked at the place like it was something akin to the Spanish village where they’d first met. Leon thought that was a little unfair, and it wasn’t all that bad. She didn’t have to take her father’s policies to heart.
Okay, in fairness, he actually agreed with most of President Graham’s gun control legislations. But sometimes guns were necessary, and they were fine in the right hands. Leon was going make sure Ashley’s hands were.
They headed down to the shooting range. Leon’s handpicked guns were already there, waiting in a tightly locked box hidden under one of the shooting stands. See? He was all about gun control.
Ashley crossed her arms and scowled.
“Okay, here,” Leon said as he pointedly ignored Ashley’s unhappy face. He unlocked the case and selected the first gun. “This is a Glock. Standard for most police units. It’s got about a nine inch barrel and shots your basic nine millimeter rounds.”
“I’m not an officer of the law, am I?” Ashley asked, clearly not amused.
Leon eyed her. At his full height, he could look above her head. “No, you’re not. But a Glock is a fairly decent gun to carry around. I mean, sure, a Lady Colt would probably be better for you, overall, but I don’t exactly carry those peashooters around.”
“I don’t want to, Leon.”
“Ash, c’mon.” He held the gun out to her, butt first. Ashley sneered at it.
“No.”
“Ashley.”
“Leon.”
He gave a long-suffering sigh. Most of their arguments went like this. Normally, he’d back down after a couple of hours if she was real adamant about the subject. But he wouldn’t this time. Not for this.
“I can wait all day,” he pointed out to her and Ashley stuck her tongue at him. He tried not to notice how cute she was when she made that face. Tried to, and failed.
“Well, so can I, Mr. Macho.”
“Your dad and I both agree this is for the best, Ashley,” he tried again. The statement hadn’t really softened her any, just got her pissed at her father. Which Leon was sure he’d be hearing all about. “It’s to keep you safe.”
“Did you know that most people carrying around guns for protection have a higher chance of being shot with that gun than actually defending themselves from a criminal?” Ashley looked pretty pleased at this little tidbit she had rustled up.
Leon gave her a look. “Not if you do it right.” And he could pretty much assure her that after two days with him, she’d do it right. He held the gun out again. “Just take it.”
“I don’t want to touch it,” she muttered angrily.
“Ashley,” he sighed. Honestly, he didn’t know how she went the whole day being as helpless as she was. Leon had never been helpless, not for a day in his life, even during the worst of Raccoon City. Ashley didn’t know a butt from a barrel, and Leon was pretty sure that was what had him waking up at three in the morning in a cold sweat.
He could tell she was ready to be stubborn and pig-headed by the way her heels dug down into the dirt.
“I said no.”
Alright. Alright. He got that she was really taking this seriously, and that she honest to God didn’t want to hold the damn gun. Fine. He got that. He could respect that. It was a nice ideal. Keyword here being ideal.
“Look, Ash, I know that you and your father have this real strict gun policy belief, and I think that’s a swell idea, okay? It’s a real great ideal, thinking that if you make guns harder to get people who shouldn’t won’t, but we live in the real world here. You need to know…” He trailed off as Ashley’s lower lip wobbled. “I need you to know how to do this, alright?”
“What?” Well, that had her attention. She was looking at him with wide eyes, completely glued to him.
“It’s my job to keep you safe, for now. But I work for the government. That could change at any moment. Just BAM and I’m not there anymore.” He wasn’t really a touchy, feely kind of guy, but if it got Ashley to listen, Leon figured he’d bite the bullet. “I wouldn’t be able do my job, whatever job they gave me, if I didn’t know you’d be able to take care of yourself.”
And, oh, hallelujah, she softened. Guess the truth paid off, after all. He’d have to remember that.
“Please, Ash? For me? I’d sleep better at night if I knew you’d be okay when I’m not around.”
This time Ashley sighed and looked away, into the shelter of trees, before thrusting a hand out of him, looking very put out and defeated.
“Oh, alright, just me give the stupid gun.”
“Thanks. Here you go. Get a firm grip.” Leon blanched a little as her tiny fingers haltingly gripped the butt of the Glock. Good thing he hadn’t clicked the safety off. “Yes, like that. Now, before we start, you should get your stance right. Grip the gun. Grip it, Ashley. Okay, good. Now brace your legs, feet apart.”
“I feel like an idiot,” Ashley muttered as she did as she was instructed.
Leon resisted telling her that she kind of looked like one.
Two hours later, Leon was suddenly glad he hadn’t taken the time to teach Ashley how to shoot down in Spain. It really wouldn’t have done any good.
He couldn’t figure out if she was purposely missing the target, or if she was just that poor of a shot. It didn’t seem possible that a person could miss that many times, but judging by the way her lip was curled unhappily in her teeth and a line of sweat rolled down the side of her face, it wasn’t intentional.
Leon couldn’t figure it out. How could anyone be this bad? It wasn’t like he was telling her to hit a kill zone. A leg or an arm or somewhere on the damn target would have been fine. A tree? Not so much. The ground? Nope.
“Stop it,” Ashley snapped.
“Stop what?” he asked as he dropped the hand that had been messaging his temples.
“That.” Ashley turned her head to glare at him, the gun nearly following the same path, except that Leon had yelled at her twice for it. “I know how bad I am. Stop acting like you expected me to turn into Rambo or something.”
“All right. Put the Glock down, would you?” He went back into one of the storage sheds. Normally, guns weren’t left at the range, but since this was for the marines and the navy SEALs, not a whole lot of people would think about stealing them. Not a whole lot of people had death wishes, after all.
“What,” Ashley said slowly when he returned, “is that?”
That was a Mossberg with a fifteen inch barrel. It was hell to aim, but at close range it would do a lot of damage, and since Ashley just sucked at hitting a target the best hope she had of doing any sort of damage was to just let loose. A Mossberg had big enough shells that it was bound to hit something.
“It’s a shotgun.”
“Leon. No. A handgun is one thing. Wait, a handgun goes against my beliefs, but I’d do it for you-”
That was really sweet of her, and Leon couldn’t stop a dopey grin from crossing his face.
“-will not, cannot, have anything do with a shotgun.”
“Let’s just try it, Ashley.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Look, if you give it a shot I promise that I’ll take you home after.” Ashley looked mutinous, so Leon sweetened the deal. “We’ll head over to my apartment and we can order pizza and watch a movie.”
Ashley considered it for a moment, pursing her lips. “What kind of movie?”
God help him. Things he did for his girl. “You get to choose.” So The Notebook it was. Hopefully, he could make it through it without hanging himself.
None to pleased, but more than eager to be on her way, Ashley accepted the shotgun from him and went to stand at shooting station. Leon sighed and came up behind her, readjusting her stance, and trying to ignore the smell of her skin.
She liked to try out new perfumes. Today she smelt like vanilla and musk and take me to bed please, and every man’s answer to that would have been, of course, yes.
Whoa, okay. Eyes on the prize.
Quickly, he stepped back before he got into trouble. “Okay, shoot.”
Ashley sent him a look before cocking her gun as he had showed her at her shoulder and closing one eye. It took her a moment or two to level the gun, and then remember to unlatch the safety, but… she was getting somewhere.
Two seconds before Ashley shot, Leon remembered recoil.
“Shit,” he said, but it was too late. Down Ashley went, with a great yelp of surprise. Leon winced as Ashley stared blankly up at the sky, shock written clearly over her face.
He’d forgotten all about the damn recoil. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had to deal with it. He’d been shooting for so long that it wasn’t a problem anymore, and the people he worked with probably had heard of recoil but didn’t know what the hell it was.
“Ashley? Hell, I’m sorry. I forgot.”
Ashley remained where she was, on her back in the dirt, the Mossberg at her feet and her brows furrowed, as if slightly confused as to why there was this sheering pain in her chest from where she had fired the damn gun Leon had insisted she try out.
When he bent down beside her, Ashley blinked. “Ow,” she managed. “Ow, I-ow. That hurts.”
Yeah. He bet it did.
“No, I mean-it hurts a lot.”
Carefully, he lifted up her shirt, trying to keep everything as impersonal as it should be. It only worked slightly because Ashley’s skin was so soft and so smooth, but he calmed down when he saw the beginnings of a bruise on her side.
It was going to be nasty tomorrow, and Leon felt really bad about it. He imagined once the shock wore off, Ashley was going to make it worse. Right now though, she was mostly biting her lip and dealing with the pain.
She lifted a hand as if she wanted to poke her bruise, but then remembered it would hurt and her hand fell back down to her side. Leon groaned.
“I’m real sorry.”
“Can I… can I go home now?” Ashley asked and Leon wanted to kiss her, she sounded so sad.
“Sure. I’ll take you home.” He wondered if movie night was off, but didn’t have the guts to ask. “Let me just go put all this away and then we’ll go, okay?”
As fast as he could he cleaned up the handguns he had brought, stowed them away in the trunk of his car, and then replaced the Mossberg, but not before giving it a healthy bang on the side of the shed for no real reason at all.
When he got back to Ashley she was sitting up and frowning down at her bruise.
“Well, let’s get going,” he said, trying to sound as light as he could. He scooped her up easily and Ashley’s arms came up around his neck.
Sometimes he wished Ashley wasn’t as delicate as she was. He always felt like he could break her with a good enough squeeze. He honestly didn’t know how Ashley could stand it, being that tiny all the time.
“I can walk,” Ashley mumbled against his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin.
“Yeah,” he agreed, but didn’t let her go.
--
“I’m disappointed in you, Leon.”
Well, he had known it was coming. Leon dared to glance at Ashley. She was looking at him, and her face was in one of its rare moments where he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“I mean, we had the whole day together and you didn’t try to cop a feel once.”
He nearly skidded off the road.
“Leon!”
“Cop a what?” he demanded when he had managed to get the car straightened.
“You know what, Leon.” Ashley rolled her eyes before shooting him a smile. “I was actually hoping for a little more from you.”
“Well, I was kind of focused on the goal,” Leon admitted sheepishly. “I, ah, didn’t want to get sidetracked.”
“You should learn to multitask.”
Ashley was right, especially if she had been waiting for him to cop a feel.
“Well,” Ashley said and settled into the seat of the car, “I guess you can make up for it tonight.”
So they were still on for movie night? Dark room, snuggling with Ashley Graham, and the ability to put the movie on mute for a make-out session. Sounded like a damn good night to Leon.
He grinned over at Ashley and broke the speed limit. Overall, not a bad day.