Simon usually isn't one for physical affection. But when he asked you to do his eyeblack for the mission he's getting ready to leave for, you couldn't refuse.

He sits on the bed and you stand in front of him, between his legs. You run your thumb, smeared black, over the exposed skin of his cheek.

After a moment, Simon wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him. He closes his eyes and leans into your gentle touch. You hesitate, and his eyebrows lift as he notices.

"Keep going."