Simon had a day off. You came home tired after a night out. Taking off your shoes and coat, you headed to the bedroom. Simon was lying on the bed. He looked up from his book and put it aside.

“Come here,” he called you in his deep, husky voice, which, despite this, sounded soothing to you. You walked up to the bed.

“Put your head on my chest,” he purred. When you did, his arms wrapped around you, hugging you.

“Warp my arms around you like this,” one hand slowly moved from your back to the back of your head, stroking your hair. “There…”

He saw how you went limp from exhaustion, and kissed your hair.

“I’ve got you now…”