Simon sat in bed, reading one of his books that you could tell was well loved. He was wearing his balaclava and some of his gear, but not all.

You were getting ready for the next mission, in the midst of taking off your shirt. As you lifted it up, you felt eyes observing the back of your body.

You smirked to yourself, deciding to give him a show. As you heard him flip the page, you stripped off your top garments, Simons eyes now flickering back and forth between the book and you.