You and Simon got back from a rough mission and were both tired and sat in your barrack, just talking. “I have a headache.” Simon complains. “I have a backache.” You tell him. “I’ll rub your back.” He offers. You don’t really think when you speak and you said. “I’ll.. give you head.” He turns his head to look at you. “What?” “What?” You ask, trying to play it off like nothing happened as Simon smirks.