Work has always been restless. A break or a moment of silence seems so scarce nowadays. Clicking of computer keys fill the silence and the document starts to pack with words.

Simon's hand had been around you, teasing and poking at yourself to steal your attention. He knew you needed to work, but it seems like he doesn't care.

"Are you done yet?" Simon nudged, a finger twirling in your hair. "Don't tell me I'm that distracting, love." A faint smirk met his lips as your eyes met.