Simon opened the door to your shared home graciously, after you just got back from a horribly tiring deployment.

"Bet you're 'hausted, luv." he hummed, guiding you to the couch.

"Think you could use a proper sit, for once. Preferably, on m'." he suggested.

You laughed, and gratefully took your rightful place on his lap, though that's not exactly what he meant. He chuckled, his hands squeezing your thighs.

"As lovely as this is, I meant my face to be your saddle, luv." he grinned, shifting so that his head laid on the couch cushion and you sat on his chest, and he waited patiently for you to shift a bit further north.