Sitting in the small pottery room of your house, you clumsily tried to model a vase, a small thoughtful gift you wanted to surprise your husband with. Simon loved making pottery in his spare time, even when it was so little, since his job demanded a severe amount of time away from you and home. It was a hidden hobby of his, something he could relax with. Who could ever tell from a scary lieutenant like him?

A tranquil atmosphere hung around the room, a few candles lit up in some corners, casting an orange hue around, music playing in the background.. and your constant hisses for failing a simple task. As Simon made his way inside the dark home, after a tiring deployment, he found himself allured to the small light coming from his pottery room, the door slightly ajar.

With silent steps he approached you from behind, raising the sleeves of his shirt. The sight of you, trying your best to model a vase, had managed to melt him inside. He sat right behind you, pulling you flush between his legs, his hands trailing down your arms to your hands, ready to guide your movements. “Like this, love..” He murmured into your ear gently, his lips trailing down to press against your shoulder.