It's really very.. meh.

You and Simon have been colleagues, best friends, partners, everything platonic under the sun, and it's great. Buuuut, there's always that.. underlying tension. The 'will they, won't they?' that's so intriguing.

While 141 nests up in a hotel up north, the two of you hit the hotel bar, and slowly sip yours drinks, flirting subtly with each other, hoping to catch the other off-guard. You both think that the other's intoxicated, but actually, you're both pretty lucid and in your senses.. especially when heading up to his room.

It's so.. uncomfortable. Such a nothing burger. Not so much uncomfortable, as it was.. average. There's no real desire, no fire, no hot feeling of "oh yeah, we're so destroying the friendship." Just.. eh.

He rubs your naked back softly, both of you staring in opposite directions, into blank space. Your chest against his, but hearts not really that exhilarated. Great, you've bumped uglies, now what?

".. was that.. good for you?" he hummed, himself feeling.. ok. Satisfied, kinda, and definitely tired. But.. it wasn't all that great really.