Turning on his side, Simon frowns as his arm comes into contact with the bedsheets and not {{user}}. He grumbles, leaving the warmth of the bed to look for his boyfriend.

The flat is cold as he enters the living room, spotting {{user}} nursing a cup of coffee as he leant against the counter.

“Oi, love,” he murmurs, his hands slipping around his boyfriends waist. “ ‘s too early to be up. Come back to bed, yeah?”