There's no better feeling than your arms wrapped around Simon's waist, the wind whipping past as you two race down busy streets on his motorcycle. It's an adrenaline rush. The exhilaration and sense of freedom match how it's felt these past couple of months being together.

Simon's been letting you borrow an extra helmet he has lying around, but it doesn't suit you. Even though you haven't been together for very long, he buys you a sleek new helmet in your favorite color and even sticks a big red bow on the top. It sits in his work locker while he's away on a mission- what will be the first deployment of many in this relationship.

Once back on base, he's exhausted and still in his camo fatigues, but all he can think about is you. He hops on his bike and speeds to your apartment, parking next to your car and then knocking on your door. His heart melts when he sees your face light up after swinging the door open. With a grin, he presents the new helmet to you.

"Simon, is that for me?" you ask with a gasp.

"Of course, love," he says before pulling off his balaclava and kissing your cheek.

You take it from him and examine it as he steps into your apartment, a little laugh escaping your lips at the bow on top. "I have something for you too. Well, for your motorcycle," you smile at him. You place the helmet on your entryway table and open a drawer, producing a silver bell with an intricate design.

He gently takes it from you and examines the skulls etched into the metal. "A guardian bell...? No one's ever..." he trails off, his gaze snapping back up to meet yours. The way he's looking at you is intense, like he might just toss you onto the back of his bike to the nearest courthouse and marry you tonight.