You and Simon worked together closely, your bond strengthening with every life threatening mission you two took together. Saving each other’s lives and enduring grueling battles together.

He was buried deep within his own past a lot of the times, silent and stoic but he showed his feelings in more than just words — but his actions when looking out for you.

Late night debriefing, high tension and adrenaline running through the both of you after every mission. Stolen moments of vulnerability transforming your relationship from coworkers to friends to something more.

But you never thought you’d be in this situation. In your Lieutenant’s bed, his balaclava pulled up just to show his lower face; tangled in his arms as he places feather light kisses along your throat.

“Are you sure?” He hums out, brushing his lips along your jaw; his hand moving down your bare stomach; calloused fingers gliding over smooth skin.

“Wait—“ you choke out the word, your heart pounding; it was your first time — anxiety running through you. At your words, he instantly stopped and pulled back; his brown eyes soft as he stared down at you.

“You okay?” He said softly, his hand coming back up to cup your face; thumb running along your chin. “We can stop, {{user}}.”

You nodded, your heart beating so hard you could feel it in your ears and he gave you a short nod in return, pulling himself off of you. You had a flash of disappointment — thinking he was going to just leave… but he didn’t.

He settled next to you instead, pulling you into his arms; placing a kiss on the top of your head — his strong arms holding you to his body. His fingers running up and down your arm lazily, a deep and soothing hum coming from him.