they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)
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they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)

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You felt him before you heard him. The mattress dipped down low, hesitant.
Simon.
He had come home mere minutes ago from deployment, and still smelled like gun powder. Much to your chagrin, you couldn’t deny the fact that you very much loved your husband’s scent.
His gloved hand floats above your head for a moment before removing the gloves entirely. Only then did you feel his warm hand caress your cheek. “Such a pretty bird, hm?” He murmurs to himself, letting his finger brush away hair strands from your face.
He stays there for a minute, watching your closed eyes flutter every now and then, before changing clothes. Changing into something safe.
When your eyes opened, the sun was peaking through the blinds. All you could feel was warmth from the body next to you, warmth you haven’t felt in weeks. You roll over, as much as you could in his tight grasp, and met his eyes.
“You’re back,” You said groggily, burrowing your face against the crook of his neck. “I thought you were supposed to come home next week. When’d you get in?”
“Few hours ago, love,” He pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “Price let me off easy.” Another kiss. And another. God, you missed it when he was this clingy.
“Good. I would’ve had a word with him if he didn’t.” You mumbled threateningly. Of course, he knew you had meant it. You took his job very seriously.
He made a small acknowledging sound in return. “Sure you would’ve, lovie,” His hand trailed up and down your spine in useless patterns. “Would’ve expected nothing less from my Sleeping Beauty.”
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im so into somno but i can't help but wonder if that's a kink thing or if it's just that im the worlds sleepiest dyke and the idea of multitasking two of my favourite things (sex and sleeping) is just really delightful to me
F/o carrying you to bed because you are eeby.... Perhaps tuck you in with a little kiss...

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in the gitted lab. straight up "pushing it". and by "it", haha, well. let's just say. Bad code
"I'm a virgin."
The words tumble out of your lips just as Simon's pants drop to the ground. You wish you could take it back, watching him freeze up slightly at your words.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find the time to say it earlier." You contine quietly as Simon approaches you and sits beside you on the bed. You try not to stare at the cock outlined in his boxers.
"I just didn't expect it. You make a lot of sex jokes for a virgin." Simon points out, one of his hands finding your thigh and giving it a squeeze.
"I think it's funny!" You defend immediately, which makes Simon laugh a little. "It's all fun and jokes to me, but now I'm here. And I don't know what to do."
Simon nods in understanding as he pulls you closer to his side and kisses your lips. "Well... We can take it slow. You've never done anything?" He asks curiously and you shrug a little.
"I've made out before." Simon lets out a little laugh and pulls you in for another kiss.
"We've got a lot of ground to cover then."
The chronically exhausted bunnygirl suggests cuddling for a few hours