Hello readers! With the coming (and going) of Valentine's Day, I was inspired to write something for these two. I realize that it's a few days late, but I hope you will still be in the mood for something romantic! Please read and leave a review if you feel like it.

Leon and Ada had been going strong for a few months. Leon's confidence had increased exponentially in that time as if Ada's own had rubbed off on him. The invisible barriers he had felt in the early days of their relationship had vanished, and when they weren't on a date or relaxing at one of their apartments, they were thinking of each other, texting, or on the phone.

Months later, he was still amazed that he could find such a mature, beautiful woman to be his partner. Some days, she showed up at the precinct to pick him up. He'd get a tap on the shoulder and one of his buddies would say, "Your mom's here." The first time he heard that he did a double-take, but after a few times, he got used to it, because it would always be Ada, dressed in her elegant work clothes, waving at him from the car, a brilliant smile gracing her face. Leon loved the way she looked in a pantsuit.

"You look sexy," he said one time, sitting down in the passenger seat. He watched some blood flow to her cheeks and the tips of her ears. This made him smirk devilishly, glad that he could have this effect on her just as she had the same effect on him.

"Stop it, Leon," she said, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, but her eyes were glued to the dashboard and she was still slightly red. "You know, I was feeling very confident as I was leaving work today."

Leon raised one of his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?" He prompted, waiting for what was next.

"Yes, and I was thinking during the whole drive over here, 'I'm going to embarrass Leon so bad when I get there,' but then you had to go and make me feel like a high-schooler again. I have a reputation, you kno- Hey!"

Leon was laughing, trying to cover it with his mouth, but the sound still escaped, and she punched him on the arm. His sides started to hurt from his hard laughter, so he took a moment to catch his breath. She was trying hard to look angry at him, but he was smiling brightly at her, and she couldn't help but laugh as well. "You're the worst, Leon," she said, giggling at herself.

"You're adorable, Ada." Leon leaned towards her as she looked ahead, and pecked her on the cheek. As he drew away from her, he watched a small smile form on her face. He turned away, victorious, and she began to drive.

Moments like those were what Leon loved about their relationship. Not the fancy dates where they dressed up and went to an expensive restaurant, but the little moments in between where he could talk to her, kiss her, and hold her, experience the real her. He had a feeling she didn't show her easygoing side to many other people. Knowing that she saved that part of her for him only made him feel even luckier than he already did.

There was a holiday coming up, though. The holiday. The one that tested a relationship, the one that could build one up or break it down. Valentine's Day. Leon had been thinking of how he could show his love for her on this day, weeks before the day came. At the moment, he was lying on his couch, pondering small details of his plans for both of them. He thought of settings: a restaurant, a park, a movie. He thought of gifts: a teddy bear, a bouquet, a single rose, chocolate. He was slowly beginning to drive himself crazy, so he picked up a book and began to read, in order to distract himself from the stressful prospect of such a day.

After a few minutes of reading, Leon's phone buzzed. When he whipped it out of his pocket, he saw a text from Ada. He smiled at the screen and thought, Speak of the devil.

thinking of you :)

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Attached was a photo of one of those e-cards that contained a sarcastic message and an old-timey comic book drawing. The one she had sent read, "I could watch TV with you forever," and a sketch of a woman resting her head on a man's shoulder.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Leon's head, and it began to develop at breakneck speed as the gears of his mind began to turn. As he thought, a grin slowly formed on his face, and when he had developed his idea to its full potential, he was sure he looked like a maniac. A happy, love-struck maniac.

It occurred to Leon to reply to Ada's text of a few minutes ago. He felt particularly romantic at that moment, so he decided to send something that matched his current mood.

all i ever do is think of you

He put his phone down on the couch and walked into his kitchen, already picturing this perfect night in his head, and falling in love with the idea even more as the seconds passed.

Several days later

The phone rang in Leon's ear as he waited for Ada to pick up. He had noticed that the number of rings it took her to pick up his calls slowly decreased over time, as they grew closer and more comfortable with each other. This time, it took her a little longer than one ring to answer.

"Hey, babe," she said by means of greeting, and Leon shivered. Months later, her voice was still enough to make him think naughty, dirty things even while they were discussing menial things like their respective days at work or what to eat.

"Hey, Ada," Leon replied. "So listen, I had this idea. Wait, let me ask you something first. What do you think of Valentine's Day?" He waited for her response with bated breath.

"Well…." she seemed tense. "It's personally not my favorite holiday. The whole concept feels theatrical to me. I get that the idea is to show love to your partner, but really, most show that love to others more than the person they're in a relationship with. I don't have a problem with the holiday itself, but the way people see it. Do you know what I'm saying?"

Leon smiled. So far, it sounded like his idea was gonna work. "Yeah, I totally get that. So like I was saying, I had this idea. Could I… come over to your place tomorrow night?" He closed his eyes, nerves slowly starting to take over from his original confidence.

"Ooh," Ada purred. "What are your plans for me, officer?" Her tone oozed sex, and Leon's heart began to beat faster than normal. She called him "officer" either when she was mocking him, or when she wanted to make his cheeks hot, and maybe send some blood to particular other parts of his body as well. This was definitely an occasion where it was the latter.

"God, I love it when you talk to me like that…. But that wasn't necessarily what I had in mind. How about this: I come over and instead of being all theatrical like you said, we have the night to ourselves? We could watch a movie, order some pizza, and do whatever else we want." As he finished talking, Leon felt a rush of pride at how he had come up with such an idea. Now he had to await her reply.

"I love that idea, Leon. That sounds… perfect, actually. So, come over tomorrow at 7. I'll be waiting for pizza and a damn good movie." Ada's authoritative tone had returned to her voice, and Leon was filled with elation at her positive response.

"Okay, Ada. I can't wait."

"Neither can I, hotshot," she replied, and Leon could imagine the smirk on her face as she said that. He tapped the "end call" button and set the phone down on his desk. Words could not describe the excitement he was feeling at that moment. He hadn't seen Ada in a couple of days, and he missed her like crazy. He hoped she shared the sentiment.

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, Leon had been thinking back to his favorite moments in his and Ada's relationship, and in retrospect, they had done so many things together in just a few months. Leon remembered the day they had gone out to the park for a picnic and the way she had smiled at him brightly and lovingly when he handed her a glass of wine, and when she looked at him lovingly when he toasted, "to days like these."

His mind then jumped to the time they had exited a movie theater to pouring rain and ran through the storm to the nearest pizzeria, and watched the downpour in amazement, while holding each other's hand tightly on the smooth and cold table that was becoming wet from their soaked clothes. The chef had looked at them and smiled, then went back to making pies while they waited out the storm. Whenever there was a clap of thunder, Leon felt Ada flinch slightly, and he would look over at her and see her eyes shut tight. He'd squeeze her hand and smile in efforts to comfort her, and it always seemed to work. She would smile back and gaze into his eyes, reciprocating the tighter grip he offered. When the rain finally seemed to ease up, they took the train to Leon's house and dried themselves off, then warmed up together in his bed, engaging in several activities to aid that process.

Those were only some of the many good memories of the months he had shared with her thus far. Others were just as nice, but he had felt himself blushing when he thought of the things they had done in his bedroom and decided to distract himself with whatever was on TV.

He proceeded to watch for a few hours, then shuffled into his bedroom and passed out on his bed, his imagination running wild with possible scenarios concerning his relaxing night with Ada, and when he woke up he had a vague memory of a dream where she told him she loved him.

Ada had been impressed by Leon's idea. It seemed to cater to all of her desires, the perfect mix of romantic and relaxed. He knew her so well, which was rather impressive considering how they had only been together for a few months, but he knew things like how she didn't like to be doted on when she was having a bad day but instead preferred to just be in his company, or how she loved chocolate, or how she was a sleep-talker, which had been a new discovery for her, but whenever she asked what kind of things she said, Leon would get red in the face and say "You'd be embarrassed if you knew."

It was approaching 7 PM, and Ada was anxiously awaiting Leon's arrival. Suddenly, the wait became unbearable, and she began to pace around her living room couch quickly, running her hands through her hair, debating whether to tie it up, put it in a bun, or just leave it down. She was wearing a t-shirt and short shorts, her typical home attire since she lived alone and sweats felt cumbersome.

She decided to leave her hair down, and finally, she sat down on the couch, feeling comfortable with her current appearance. As if perfectly on cue, the doorbell rang and Ada sprung from her seated position and sprinted to the door. Just as she was about to reach for the knob, she decided to look through the peephole and inspect Leon before she let him in.

He wore sweats and a hoodie. He seemed just as ready for a casual night as she. Ada turned the knob, stepping back to the let the door sweep past her, and took a stride towards Leon. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, and she kissed him as a greeting.

"Took you long enough," Ada said with a smirk after pulling away from him.

"I arrived on time, though."

"Yeah, but it felt like I had to wait forever. Anyway, I have some popcorn if you want it. Come on in." She took him by the hand and led him into her apartment. This wasn't his first time there, so he knew the layout: where the bathrooms were, the kitchen, her bedroom…

He was about to follow her into the kitchen, but Ada turned around, noticing him behind her, and said, "You can go take a seat on the couch, hotshot. I'll be with you in a minute." She watched him fumble over his words for a second, then simply say "Okay" and walk awkwardly out of the room.

Ada couldn't help but laugh. She loved how easy it was to fluster him, and she also loved to take advantage of how much he loved the sound of her voice. The first time he had confessed that to her, she'd placed her hand on his thigh and said, "I know, cowboy." The look on his face made her burst into laughter, and even though he begged for her to stop, she wouldn't. She had buried her head into his shoulder and some tear stains blotted his shirt after she pulled away from him. She then had to reassure him it was from laughing so hard.

The popcorn was done, and she pulled it out of the microwave and poured it into a bowl. She sauntered out of the kitchen toward the living room, where Leon was sitting patiently, looking at his phone. She placed the popcorn in his lap, then took a seat next to him, curling up into him and resting her head on his shoulder. "So," she whispered, "What movie have you got in mind?"

"Oh, I need to, uh…" Leon gestured toward the TV, indicating that he needed to get up. She scooted away from him and he walked to the TV, pulling a DVD case out of his pocket. He showed it to her, and spoke the title that was displayed: "Pulp Fiction."

"Ohhh, I've heard so much about that movie. I've been meaning to watch it." Leon's smile glowed. He turned on her TV and put the disc in the DVD player. He returned to her on the couch and pressed "play" on the remote.

"I should probably warn you, this movie isn't for the faint of heart." Leon was looking back at her, but instead of a playful expression on his face, he looked serious.

"What, I'm not scared of a little blood!" She said, laughing. He smiled back at her, nodding. They let the movie play, not speaking for the majority of the movie.

"Oh, my God!" Ada exclaimed at the sudden gunshot, seeming so unexpected in the current situation. She gripped Leon tighter then, as he chuckled at her reaction.

"Oh man, I just shot Marvin in the face," John Travolta mumbled rather nonchalantly. Ada was frowning at the screen.

"How in the world can you be so calm in a situation like that?" She asked over the rapid-fire dialogue that was happening between Vincent and Jules.

"They're hitmen, Ada. Killing people is their job," Leon replied simply.

"I don't think anybody likes to see someone's brains splattered all over the insides of your car," Ada rebutted, nuzzling into Leon a bit more. They went back to silence, allowing the long-winded argument between the two hitmen to play out.

When the two wannabe crooks awkwardly shuffled out of the diner and the credits rolled, Ada yawned. Leon was still wide awake. He pressed pause on the remote as she took his jaw in her hand and turned him towards her. She kissed him in the lethargic way one does when they wake up early in the morning for work. He kissed back passionately, slowly pushing her down into the couch, until he was completely on top of her, caressing her hips and kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck. She was breathing heavily, letting out little gasps when he sucked on her neck. Suddenly, something gave him pause. Still on top of her, he pulled away from her for a second and asked, "Are you okay with this?" She looked up at him curiously, caressing his cheek and gazing into his eyes.

"Of course, Leon," she said, eyebrows curled in a confused way, but only for a moment, because he whispered "okay" and went right back to what he had been doing seconds ago. She had no complaints.

He continued to kiss her passionately, only pausing to pull her shirt up over her head, Ada aiding him in doing so, only letting it break their kiss for an instant. He began to run his hands all over her upper half, feeling her taut stomach and the curvature of her breasts with his rough hands, while she placed one of her hands under his shirt, feeling the tense muscles of his abdomen and entangling the other in his thick, sandy hair.

She started to pull his shirt up and off of him, and he rushed to take it off and throw it off to the side. He hovered over her again for a second and looked at her affectionately. She smiled up at him, and he began to speak.

"I-" was all Leon was able to squeak out. She tapped him slightly, urging him to continue.

He took a deep breath before continuing and brought one of his hands to her cheek. "I think I love you, Ada." This caught her off guard. Her eyes widened for just an instant, then back to normal. If she was feeling any discomfort, she was concealing it quite well. Suddenly, Leon felt embarrassed and wished more than anything that he could take it back, since he'd disrupted their rhythm, and obviously made the whole situation awkward.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have s-"

"I love you too, Leon."

Huh?

Now she was smiling brightly, giggling a little bit at the clear surprise on his face. He let out a deep breath he didn't realize he had been holding in, and lowered himself onto her, holding her tightly, squeezing all of the nerves he had been feeling into her.

"That's good," he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "That's good."

Moments later, they were back at it, quickly discarding each other's clothing and having probably the best sex of their lives.

But that's their business.

I bet the more devious readers of this fic were a little disappointed by the abrupt ending, but I am also hopeful that the rest of the story satisfied you. This took me a little while to write due to schoolwork and limited time to write, but now that I'm on winter break, I had all the time in the world. Once again, I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you will leave a review! Thanks for reading!