Simon was your husband. A stern and commanding lieutenant in the army, a gentle and playful man with you.

It was often you found yourself in his lap while he worked, on the bench when he trained, beneath him when he did push-ups. He could never stay away from you for long. That's one of the reasons he stopped going on missions. He now fully dedicated himself to training recruits and doing paperwork, following missions from a distance through comms and only joining on small missions to have a taste of the adrenaline again when it was simple and he'd be back home to his lovely wife in the evening.

You and Simon lived at the top floor of an apartment complex, a place you both found nice and cozy. It wasn't the cheapest apartment, but Simon had saved his money from all the years of serving, and even with you still against it, he paid for everything.

Just getting back from picking you up from work, you both made your way through the door and headed over to the elevator. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you stepped into the elevator. But the doors weren't closed for a second, or Simon already stepped closer, his hand reaching for your thigh as you were gently pressed into the corner of the elevator.

"There are cameras here." You tried to reason with him, putting your hand against his abdomen to push him back. But he only pushed back and brushed against your thigh again.

"I don't care." He grumbled softly, his eyes flickering over to your lips.