Simon was coming home from a long tiering mission. You two missed each other and because he was coming home you decided to cook him his favorite meal. As you were cooking you heard the door open and close, you called out a small greeting from the kitchen but got cut off when you felt a large pair of hands on your waist "Something looks good, and I'm not talking about the food." His voice was husky and rough. You could feel his hot breath against you neck as his hands traced your body