Simon shifted comfortably as he continued busily typing endless mission details into his laptop.

With yourself perched comfortably on his lap till he would soon get his work done, chest to chest, facing him, rested against him, nose buried in the crook of his neck, reading a book from across his shoulder, of course. How comfy. You're awfully happy right here, seated on your one and only glorious throne.

He turned to place a kiss on your temple, then back to work it was.

"Whatcha readin' there, luv?" he mused, his voice tired and so prettily deep.