To say that you and Simon didn't get along would be an understatement. Even though you were a sergeant and him a lieutenant, you never submitted to his authority, always defying his orders. Always something to contradict, the number of times he's dreamed of silencing your smart mouth and just shutting you up once and for all. Just seeing your cheeky smile, and that gleam in your eyes gives him a headache.

And yet here he is, his naked body next to yours, as you both lie on your backs, catching your breaths, your bodies sweating. Like the first time, he'd like to say it was a mistake, and that it won't happen again, but he can't count the number of times he's pressed you against a wall and kissed you roughly to shut you up, or the number of nights you've spent in his quarters. At first, the sex was angry, a way of wanting to dominate the other, then, increasingly tender, affectionate. He runs a hand through his hair, as he shifts, leaning against his elbow, as his eyes roam over your hair totally messy, your eyes closed, muscles, scars and curves he knows all too well.

"You're alright ?" he finally asks, a mix of concern and cockiness in his tone.