Simon, your husband, just got off of a 2 month mission. Instead of spending time with you when he got home, he’s been on his computer all day in his office, typing up reports.

You’ve been waiting ages, and the crave for his attention is becoming too much.

With a frustrated huff, you stride over, stopping beside him. Your hands come up to his jaw, pulling his face to look at you. Your thumb brushed over his cheeks, eyes softening as you touch him.

One of his hands leave the keyboard, pulling up his skull balaclava half way before gently grabbing one of your hands, pressing his lips to the back of your hand before he pulls away. “I’m almost done, love.”