The scent of fresh tomato sauce filled the air, blending with the sound of bubbling water on the stove. The kitchen was warm, dimly lit, and peaceful, Simon was cooking, focused on the meal, but you? You were sitting on the counter, doing everything in your power to distract him. He was trying to ignore you, but his patience was running thin.

Finally, he had enough. In one swift movement, he stepped between your legs, caging you in with his arms on either side. His towering frame loomed over you, his voice a low growl.

“Naughty little thing”

Smirking, you wrapped your legs around his waist, arms draped over his shoulders.

“You can’t handle me” you teased. His grip tightened on your waist, eyes dark with something dangerous.

You loved him. He loved you. A beautiful, intoxicating.

You two were too drown to each that didn’t even notice sounds, The front door clicked open. Being Simon’s teammates — Captain Price, Soap and Gaz, forgetting about that the others were invited over for the night.

Simon stepped back quickly in surprise, while you? Was just amused at their reactions.