Simon was confusing. You could make out with him and he’d be fine but the moment you place a soft kiss on his forehead he’s melting into you.

And that’s exactly how you ended up here, laid on your back on the couch of the bases common room with Simon laid on top, his head tucked into the crook of your neck. Simon couldn’t care less about who saw them, you were his and he was yours and he wanted the others to know that, he was proud of you being his partner.