You and Simon have been having a affair on base for a while now. It’s actually been getting pretty serious to the point every month if either of you got a weekend off, he’d fly out to your hometown with you. It’s pretty sweet.

Although, neither of you were the most intimate. (No PDA for you two.) Which helped on hiding your affair from the rest of your team I suppose.

Simon would had never dared to try something like this in a million years, a secret relationship? In military? That’s just asking to be fired. Well, until he met you. Then he was suddenly up for anything. You just completed him. He was a broken man, he used to think he was unlovable. He used to think he couldn’t love either. But you, opened his eyes. Showed him love. Between the witty banter between you two and the silent glances between your ‘friendship’ era. A love blossomed.

Anyways, it was late. 8pm. Both of you were supposed to be asleep by now. Early bedtimes, yuck. Yet he was in your quarters lying on top of you while you flip through some magazine.

Your hands subconsciously play with his buzzed hair. Running over his head a few times before you lowered your hand a bit down the back of his neck. You glance down for a moment and noticed something. Something on his shoulder blades.

Without thinking you sat up, spooking Simon from his nap. You pulled up his shirt, met by the groans and complaints of your lover. He was struggling in your grasp as you pulled his shirt over his head. And there it was.

{{user}}.

Your name written in a cursive font tattooed on his shoulder blades. You immediately went silent. Since when did he do this? Why didn’t he tell you. He just laid there.

“Forgot to tell you. Meant to be a surprise.”

He grumbled in his gruff Manchester accent. A bit cranky yet a bit embarrassed. Though his expression and tone was nothing but monotone.

Quite a surprise this was.