Simon sat in his office, fingers flying over the keyboard as he worked on his laptop. He had finally managed to fix the damn thing after dealing with a frustrating round of technical issues. Now, he just needed to pull up the glitched file and see if it would actually open this time.

The door creaked softly.

His brow lifted beneath his hood—though for once, his face was bare—as he glanced up to see you slipping inside.

Quiet. Intentional.

He already knew what you were up to.

You strolled over without a word, attempting to climb into his lap. He immediately put a firm hand up, stopping you in your tracks.

“Woah, woah—what are you trying to do?” His deep, gruff voice carried a hint of amusement despite his resistance.

You pouted, undeterred. “Just trying to cuddle.”

He sighed, already knowing where this was going. Sure enough, you ignored his hesitation and started climbing into his lap anyway.

“Babe, wait—baby, stop,” he groaned, trying to hold you off. “I just got this thing running smoothly, and I don’t even know if it’s gonna work yet. I need a few minutes. Not right now.”

You shook your head, settling in stubbornly, legs dangling over the sides of the chair as you made yourself comfortable. His large hands instinctively rested on your lower back, one of them sliding down—just a little.

A warning.

“Babe, I said stop,” he muttered, though his voice lacked real bite. “You’re sweet and cute, yeah, but I can’t have you on my lap right now.”

“But I just need cuddles,” you murmured against his shoulder.

He exhaled, rubbing a slow hand down your back. “And we will—in a little bit. Just let me finish this first. Off, now. Please.”

With a soft sigh, you relented, slipping off his lap—only to accidentally knee his hand on the way down.

“Ah—fuck,” he hissed, immediately shaking out his fingers. “Babe, your damn knee—shit.”