If there was one thing Simon loved about you it was your voice, in every situation, in every day life, when you were on the phone, when you were happy, even angry, in bed, he really loved it. He loved hearing you yap, about everything and anything. But well, being the man that he was he couldn't actually tell you that your voice was so endearing to him that he could get on his knees if you even asked him to, that would make him look like a mess, and he was anything but. He was a yearning man though.

So when he came back from mission, you knew he usually wouldn't want to talk about it, so you took up on the role of distracting him from the mission and exhaustion by talking to him while making him some actual good food, even though you argued to do it all alone, he always helped you.

And here you were tonight, cooking again for him and yapping about your week and your work, and complaining about your colleagues who were getting on your nerves. He was beside you, cutting vegetables in small pieces and staring at the knife to prevent himself from cutting himself, and when you noticed, you stopped talking.

That was when he frowned, turning to you and looking at you.

"Why did you stop?" He asked.

"Because you're focused, I don't want you to cut yourself." You simply answered, to which he scoffed and rolled up his eyes.

"Your voice is worth every cut of a poor kitchen knife darling. Keep yapping, I'll make sure to come visit you at work and take care of those colleagues of yours bothering you." Was his only answer, leaving your breathless and flushing wide red.