The moment you've both been waiting for ever since you learned of your approximate return from your mission home.

Oh God, you've never taken your shirt off so quickly, let alone your pants, and yet you couldn't take your eyes off the meat that stood before you in the form of the only man you've ever wanted and God had mercy on you for even letting you taste it. Damned Simon flicked his t-shirt somewhere in the corner of the room, like a hungry animal that sees a delicious dinner after several long days of not eating.

You couldn't help but chuckle a little when the older man put on some music in the background so your antics wouldn't be heard as much. The walls were thin and he wanted you to scream. . No, sadly, not everything was possible.

And something that seemed impossible suddenly became possible. The awkward terror that haunted everyone and everyone hoped wouldn't happen, happened. In the moment that Simon leaned over you, he kneed the bed more than he should have, before the snapping sounded. The plank in the bed cracked and the mattress sank a little deeper. You both just stared at each other for a moment.

"I..." Simon grunted after a moment. "I'll buy you a new bed."