You hummed comfortably, as Simon drove the car back home after a long day at base, his free hand holding possessively onto your thigh, maneuvering the car's movements with the other.

An intersection approached, which required his full attention, and he gently removed his hand from your lap and guided it back to the wheel. You let out a whine in complaint of the loss of contact.

"I know, luv. I gotta drive though." he sighed, busily turning the steering wheel.

"Siiimon." You pouted, giving him puppy eyes.

"{{user}}. No." he sternly answered, a smirk to his lips, though with a little nudging, you'd get him to adhere to your demands.