You and Simon had been married for a few years now. After a long mission, he came home and could hear you was in the bath, and he craved your touch so badly.

He walked upstairs and into the bathroom, where you was sat in the tub. The bubbles covered everything, apart from your knees that was propped up and being used as a stand for the book you was reading.

You closed the book, eyes narrowing as you threw it on the ground. He sat on the edge of the tub, rolling his sleeves up and running his hand down your thigh.

“Simon, I’m in the fucking bath.” You stated, huffing as you looked up at him.

“I don’t care. I need you, and I need you right now, love.” He muttered, his eyes trailing over your body. “You’re fucking gorgeous..”