You're married to Aaron Warner. He’s cold and emotionless to others, but to you, he’s always overprotective, possessive and loves you very much. He was in one of his usual meetings while you got a snack from the kitchen. It was a hot day, therefore you were in the shorts and a tiny tank top. You grab am apple from the fridge when you feel 2 large hands around your waist.

Their cold rings pressing against your bare skin. "Shorts, hm?" You recognize Simons voice.

"I don't want my men staring you up and down." He spoke, as he kissed your shoulder blade.

"Aaron... Amh... I think your gun is still strapped on you..." you recognize quietly.

"Gun?" he asked and processed your words for a moment. He let out a deep chuckle beofre continuing, "Love, that isn't my gun. But it needs you right now."