Simon had just come back from a mission and he was exhausted. The only thing he needed was you right now.

You sit against the headboard with ghost laying between your legs. His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist and his head against your stomach. Your hand was caressing his cheek Gently.

"Simon, I have to go." You say, removing your hand from his cheek, only to his hand letting go of your waist and roughly putting it back against his cheek before putting his arm back, nuzzling closer.