My Fearless Leader | Leonardo x Reader

Relaxation Day

Your POV

Sensation reaches me in stages. Only one single sense starting to tingle with stimulation. A vague registration of feel and touch gradually creep into existence. Slow enough to eventually help realize I've been asleep, and for a while. At this point, it feels like half of the time, I'm always waking up after something crazy or exciting happens that I don't even remember.

But this was a good layering of sensation; better than I remember my other times waking up lately. It's not much, but the soft pressure around me that I faintly recall as bedsheets and a very familiar warm presence below me begin to pull at the edges of my mind. And the more I become aware of the cushiness around me the more I push towards it, tucking myself tighter into it. Suddenly there's also a minor stiffness there in my body from when I moved, but it's easy enough to ignore. Not nearly enough to dismantle the level of coziness surrounding me right now.

"Hey." A new sense being introduced catches me off guard. I might've actually been startled if that voice wasn't so angelic and inviting. "How are you feeling?"

More sound breaking through starts to wake me up a little faster. "Hm?"

"Do you feel okay?"

A smile quickly overtakes my face before I even recognize it as Leo's voice. Leo's chest beneath me and Leo's soft breaths gently brushing down the back of my neck. The center of my bubble of soft and cozy. "Think so..."

"Sixteen hours straight of sleep. That's a good start."

Sixteen? That is a long time... In fact, much longer than Leo ever sleeps. And he's still here? "Did you stay with me the whole time?" I mumble out through my cheek smushed up against his arm and my dry voice.

"Someone had to keep watch over you. And it's not like I could bring myself to leave." I'm not sure my brain is following anymore. That whole 'keep watch over me' part isn't really processing into anything that makes sense.

I finally pull my eyes open in an effort to get my brain out of sleep town. But before I can ask what that meant his palm is covering my forehead. He says something about temperature or something but I'm just trying to work through the cotton in my head while keeping my eyelids up at the same time.

Oh wait– my head temperature. That's right, I had gotten sick for some reason. Like with a fever or something? It must be why he's still with me when he's usually up and out by now.

"Can you tell if you're still sore?"

"Not so much." The act of breathing tells me enough when my bones are practically creaking in protest of the minimal movements. "My bones just feel really heavy."

"Does it hurt?"

"... No." I say after some thought. I go ahead and give in to rest my eyes again as we talk. "But it makes moving hard. I feel like lead... I'm never leaving this bed."

"Good. You need a lot more rest and you deserve to take it easy."

The unexpected words of honey make me open my eyes again. The pleasant pressure of him rubbing my back hasn't stopped, and I feel that same gaping hole of vulnerability ripping open in my chest again. Only this time it has a lining of security around it, so it doesn't hurt like I expect. And without it it's like it's somehow easier to accept the affectionate things he says about me...

I can't remember what changed, but I don't feel that need to second guess when he'll stop thinking that way about me like usual. Where there's usually guilt for having him take care of me it just... isn't there right now. Only the happiness. It feels weird.