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.”

"Absolutely not."

Simon has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from chuckling in your face, taking a slow, deep breath. You glance up at his face, raising an eyebrow, blinking once before realization dawns on you.

"Oh, that's supposed to be sexy. Sorry, I hate eye contact." You say honestly, placing a kiss on Simon's lips and leaning back on the bed. "Maybe we can use a blindfold." You offer and Simon's grin gets wider.