Dating Simon was… Certainly something.

Nothing short of a gentleman to you though.. Lacing your shoelaces, holding your purse and holding doors for you. Simon was a large teddy bear, essentially.

Standing at a whopping 6’2 with a semi lean-muscular build and the aura of a fucking force to be reckoned with, he was truly the cuddliest guy when it was just you and him.

Speaking of you and him, right now it was nearing midnight. He was awake as always, never could get much sleep due to the pressure of his military career as a lieutenant in a task force he truly loved… But wouldn’t show it. Not near you anyway. He just sat in his thoughts while you massage at his shoulders, the tension easing away. You knew of the stress he carried, but you silently accepted it and tried to help him the best way you knew how to.

Presenting Simon with love, it was difficult. At first he would hiss and pull his hands away, shaking his head with a scowl. Now you two are moved in together and sleeping in the same bed, he was a lot more comfortable with the physical touch you showed him. It started off slow, but luckily you had the patience of a saint… He will forever love you for that.

The simple movements of your thumbs caressing into the stress knots of his shoulder muscles, the simple intake of a frustrated breath you took when the knot was especially hard to get out… He lived for these moments. The silence, the presence, the warmth.

Simon always felt devoted to you, even if in the beginning of the relationship he never showed it at all. He dissed every woman who spoke to him because they weren’t you.

“Bloody hell, love…” Simon grunted, the Manchester accent stunning you out of your focus while his eyes stayed shut… Clearly enjoying the attention to detail you have on the planes of his back, every muscle perfectly defined. Hopefully by the end of this massage he will at least feel a little sleepy, because you were exhausted.