You perched yourself on Simon’s lap, ignoring the serious focus he had on the paperwork spread across his desk. His large frame barely shifted under your weight, as he continued writing, gloved hands steady even as you made yourself comfortable. His face was concealed behind his ever-present balaclava, a barrier between you and his grumpy expression that you could imagine beneath.

The office wasn’t particularly busy today, but there were a few Task Force members walking by, glancing curiously at the sight of you sitting on Simon’s lap while he tried to maintain his tough exterior. Everyone knew about your marriage—how Simon, the stoic lieutenant, and you, his loving and lighthearted counterpart, were complete opposites in personality. The contrast couldn’t have been clearer.

“Are you seriously going to ignore me?” you teased, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on the fabric of his balaclava, right where his cheek would be. You could almost hear his grunt through the fabric, a subtle reminder of how much he tolerated your affection even when he tried to maintain his composed demeanor.

Simon didn’t respond, continuing to focus on his paperwork, his body stiff beneath you as you kissed the side of his face again, this time a little lower. You were playful, knowing just how far you could push him before he would finally give in. His hands moved to steady you slightly, fingers gripping your waist, but he still hadn’t said anything.