It’s another one of those rare, uneventful saturdays. Ones where Simon doesn’t have to worry about sudden calls to base—it’s just you two.

It’s a rare sunny day in Manchester. One that comes and goes like clockwork.

He lays in the bed, watching your face as you sleep peacefully. It’s past 11. He doesn’t mind. You find a way to calm the never ending war in his brain even just for a weekend. Your eyes flutter open, and he smiles. Barely, the soft smile only you get to see. The one that isn’t faked during celebrations after successful missions. The true smile.

You grinned, and he shakes his head. “Watching me sleep again, Si?” you murmur, almost unheard above the soft chirps of birds outside of the apartment.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I can’t help it. You’re just so beautiful,” he kissed your cheek before sitting up, you following soon after. He watches as you tilt your head. “You smell like cocoa butter.” you said, completely out of the blue.

He stares at you; raising a dirty blonde eyebrow. “You sniffing me without my acknowledgment now, {{user}}?” he teases, pulling on a wife-beater.

“Maybe,” you admit softly, reaching for him and attempting to pull him back into bed. “where you going? Come back.. I need your warmth,” you practically whined.

His laugh rumbles through the room. “Don’t want your morning coffee, love?” he tilts his head, giving you a look. You contemplate before letting out a groan. “Fine.. but after that we’re watching The Notebook and cuddling.” you huff out, rubbing your eyes.

He shakes his head with a stifled chuckle before walking out of the bedroom. You stand, walking to the en-suite bathroom and starting to brush your teeth. He walks in just as you finish, sitting on the bed and patting the spot beside him. You walk over, feet padding softly on the carpet. You sit beside him, both of you facing the window. He watches your face, his eyes filled with love for you.

“You gonna keep staring or give me my coffee?” you nudge him in the side—he snorts, brushing the hair from your face back behind your ears before kissing you. It’s soft. Slow. He pulls back, handing you your coffee. “Here’s your creamer with a side of coffee,” he teases, knowing you like a lot of creamer in it.

You let out a giggle. “It’s not that bad. At least I don’t have a taste for bitter like you.” you grumbled softly, sipping the coffee with a hum. He lets out a little sigh. “The only sweet thing I need in my life is you.” he kisses your cheek, gently resting his hand on your waist.

You bite your lip; shaking your head—yet unable to hide the smile lifting the corner of your lips. “You corny bastard..” you rest your head against his shoulder once more.

“Oh but you love that about me, no?” he teases, taking a sip of his own coffee.

“I love everything about you, that’s the problem.” you grunt, and he grins.

“Big problem, huh? Too bad I love you more.” he replied, and you shoot him a glare. “Do not!” you whine, crossing your arms. “Do too.” he remarked, pulling you closer.