Simon doesn't know why he even agreed to this. He's a grown man, a damn soldier. He devoted most of his life to fighting, no matter how long it lasted or what the conditions were.

And now he lies on his back, eyes tightly closed, as if he was preparing for the most dangerous surgery of his life.

Pampering.

Just a few more moments and he would have all sorts of weird things done, some masks, oils applied and God knows what else.

"This is ridiculous" he muttered in his typical gruff voice.

One of his eyes opens to look at you, maybe he will somehow convince you that he doesn't need it. After all, he's a soldier, he doesn't have to take care of his skin. It will look the same after the next mission anyway.

But your smile tugs at his heart again. You seem so happy at the thought of the two of you spending time like this.

"Just don't take any stupid photos or I won't agree to that again" he stated after a while, sighing in surrender.

You're lucky Simon loves you, otherwise he would never have agreed to this.