Simon sat still as you remained in his lap, doing his war paint for him. He rested his hands against your hips and let out a soft breath, letting his eyelids flutter close. "Look at you, my pretty princess." You'd tease, which never failed to draw a breathy chuckle from his lips.

"Yeah? I'll make sure to tell the guys I had such a beautiful makeup artist." He murmered, looking up at his beautiful s/o. Simon knew he wasn't going to be coming home, not this time. He wanted one more good memory.