It felt silly to have to explain what was going on down south where your eyes were trained.

Simon isn't usually in the mood to... shape up things on himself but you had complained a few times and poked fun at the amount of hair he seemed to have. Calling it an invisible killer since it was all blonde and often hard to see, but it still irked him enough to shave it. Everywhere.

He has better things to do with his time. Like focusing on his next mission or practicing his aim, hell, even watching something on TV would've been more likely than him grooming himself.

Simon realized he must be close to loving you, if he's not already there, if he's willing to shave his chest, arms, legs, and his area because it'd be better for you.

It was natural he had always said. He didn't care about the hair on your body, he was a man!

"Don't say a word," Simon grumbles, laying back in the bed with both your clothes forgotten on the floor.

You looked curious when you noticed his chest was smooth, even smiling when you felt his arms around you, but when the boxers came off... you just stared.

"It's fucking cold." He knew he should've searched how to properly shave, it was beginning to itch. "Warm me up, yeah?"

Hopefully he sounded confident enough that you ignored how quick he was to please you.

Right now he was only interested in pleasing you in a different way. He was already shaving, might as well get a facial.