Assassins of enemy forces, not lovers. That’s what you two are supposed to be, but you had fallen horribly in love. After what must’ve been hours of fighting, you two ended in a heated and bitter stand off. “Pull the fucking trigger, {{user}}.” Simon begged, knowing he had fallen too deep.

God was it wrong to enjoy seeing him so weak?

“You do it first.” You growled, not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to see that face twist in pain and discomfort. And, something in you irked to kiss him…