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He woke up to Grace’s beautiful face, the stubborn stubble on the curve of his jaw, his kind voice even when Simon did something wrong.

This had to be where Mars and all its inhabitants went; Heaven. How did he manage to get here, then?

He couldn’t find it in himself to ponder the question, because Grace was settling on his chest, with the blonde’s face pressed into the crook of his neck. The faint scratch of stubble made a shiver run down his spine, the simple act filling Simon with so much love.

He wanted to stay with the scientist forever. Hold him close and card his fingers through choppy blonde hair. He wanted to be with Grace through everything. He wanted to grow old with him, something he never even dreamed of on Eden.

He was greedy, but who could blame him? He went through hell and back, and when presented with a new life, a way to refresh and repent his worst sins? He took it and ran. He just wanted to live, and he got his wish.

He was truly fucked out of his mind. His eyes rolled back with every thrust, panting and little “ah, ahh, ah”’s escaping his lips.

Simon watched his mate fall apart under him, no longer able to form coherent sentences. He wasn’t Mr. Grace here, just Grace, with his pretty ass around his cock.

“Not a thought left in y’r head, Ry?” Simon groaned, using his arm to cage Grace under him, forcing his mate’s legs above his shoulders, and—

“Holy fucking shit! Right th-haa-ere, fuckfuckfuck! oh!” Grace squirmed, only serving to clench on Simon. “So fuckin’ tight.” He hissed, catching the blonde’s lips in a messy open-mouthed kiss, moans mixing together in their mouths.