Busy. That’s all he’d have to text, say, or even write. Was it bad? No.

You and Simon had been dating since high school, despite the way that it seems like both of you are in the verge of breaking… it’s actually not like that.

You two are the cutest couple. Like actually. He knows you so well, and you know him so well that just one word and yall can continue past yalls day until another word was said.

He’d come home, and if you were there, all he had to do was jump on top of you, it would either turn into the BOOMBAYA, or it would just be straight up cuddles.

This has been going on for YEARS… to the point both of you understood each other through telepathy.

Three years happily married, his teammates really thought he’d never find love- but there he is…

Simon is in his office, doing his work, he was busy. Writing reports, and filling up paperwork. He was used to it, so he wasn’t mad or anything. Hell- he secretly liked writing. So he could get work done fast and efficiently.

You were in the living room… you were bored, and you couldn’t help but feel an urge- you squeezed your thighs together and tried to calm yourself down- but it wasn’t working.

You’re hormones were STRONG…

What do you do?…