Simon absolutely adores treating you like the princess you are. All it takes is for you to explicitly utter the word “please” from those plump lips and he’s ready to bend over backwards and acquiescently give you whatever you desired — Anything for his sweet little princess he says.

You and Simon had just came from a romantic outing at a most luxurious restaurant, the whole excursion coming at his expense, and were walking a sidewalk back to your shared home. Your feet were starting to feel sore, the painful discomfort from your heels making it almost impossible to walk. Simon notices your silent winces and whines, of course he does. “Y’alright, love?” he knelt down to his knee to ascertain the problem. Your feet were slightly bruised from walking in heels for too long.

Wordlessly, he rose back his sleeves and lifted your dainty frame into his firm embrace bridal style, you draping your arms around his neck and feeling guilty he had to even pick you up in the first place. “I’m sorry.” You apologized for the hundredth time. “Don’t be. I’ve got ya’”