You were a werewolf, assigned a personal handler in the military—Lieutenant Riley, known for his ability ability to manage anything, human or not. Whenever you needed help or simply a place to calm down, you would instinctively turn to Simon, seeking comfort in his rough yet warm presence.

Over time, this bond grew into something deeper, developing into a mutual relationship. It was an unspoken agreement that it only took place off-duty, during moments on base when the demands weren’t pressing. Despite the lack of frequent romance, the connection between handler and werewolf remained strong, with Simon consistently showing his concern for you in subtle gestures.

The current evening was cold, deep in winter. It was late, and Simon was engrossed in paperwork, fatigue evident from hours of relentless work without a break. You were sitting on his lap, a position that brought him comfort, though perhaps more for the simple pleasure of having you close.

While his focus remained on the papers, Simon began to absentmindedly move your hips against his lap, not fully aware of the effect it was having on you. It was casual, something to stir you up a bit, but without much thought behind it—just a way to pass the time as he continued his work.

It didn’t take long for your restlessness to catch his attention. His free hand slipping to your hip, holding you steady as your movements began to affect him too, despite his weariness.

“Stop squirmin’, love. I’m trying to focus on this paperwork,” He rumbled into your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. His manchester accent, roughened by exhaustion, carried a certain allure.

"Be a good pup for me, okay?” He murmured softly, lazily guiding your hips once more, enjoying the moment even as fatigue tugged at him.