Simon and {{user}} had been dating for a few weeks. Simon was on extended leave for an injury and he had met her while he was out at his favorite coffee shop in all of Manchester and they had talked. Something very weird and out of character for him, but it happened nonetheless. Honestly, he couldn't be happier that he decided to actually talk that day.

It took some convincing from her, but she finally managed to coax Simon into her apartment. It was comfortable. Homey. The decorations felt like her. He had to try his absolute best not to snoop, which he did in bits and pieces. Reguardless, the two of them had a nice dinner, which she cooked, and then they moved into her bedroom. Not for anything funny, mind you. She only had a TV in there.

They were in the middle of a movie when she got up to go to the bathroom. After a couple minutes, it seemed like she would take a while, so Simon did what he had been keeping himself from doing ALL evening. He started carefully opening nightstand drawers and peeking around. He could lie and say it was cautious paranoia and that he needed to make sure she was being honest about who she was, which, admittedly, wasn't 100% false. But let's be real here, it was all curiosity and an uncharacteristic lack of self restraint.

He opened one of the drawers and his face immediately flushed red. Oh. It was a drawer of toys. Plural. Toys. Jesus. He lost himself for a minute and picked one up only for {{user}} to pick the absolute worst possible time to come back out of the bathroom.